Page 72 of Which Witch is Willing?
She huffed her frustration. “Then how do I find out? I need to know, Dru, and I need to know now. We’re burning a course straight for the apocalypse, and I would be helpful to know if I could die or not.”
He cupped her chin and kissed her gently on the lips. “I wish I knew, too. I waited so long to find you and can’t live without you. But this is all new to me.”
She drew her brows together. “There must be a way to find out.”
He snorted. “Short of receiving a deadly blow of some kind and having you die or not, there is no quick way.”
She caught his gaze and gave a small shake of her head. “How am I supposed to judge what risks I take when the last seal is broken?”
He smiled. “That’s easy. Take no risks. Let me take them for you.”
She began to argue, but he trapped her mouth with a kiss. Instantly, the spark between them ignited. It caught hold and burst into massive flames inside him.
Her fire. Gods, he loved her fire.
He kissed her until she was breathless, and he burned with need.
She inhaled a deep breath. “You remind me of a tiger.”
He chuckled. “A tiger? Never been compared to a cat before.”
Claire smiled. “You’re fierce and strong. Smart and cunning. If you have an enemy in your sights, he won’t likely get away.”
Dru snorted. “Likely? You mean never. I always complete my missions.”
And that was a fact.
She studied his face and grinned. “Except me. I got away.”
A flash of fire,her fire, grew the flames into an inferno. “Only because you bewitched me. And, I might add, you only temporarily got away. In case you haven’t noticed, you’re trapped in my lair right now.”
She laughed and drew her hands over his powerful shoulders, sending a frisson of powerful sensations rushing through him. “Uh, excuse me, but I believe you are in my lair. This is my house.”
He pushed hair from her shoulder and laid a kiss on her sweet flesh. “Only because you blew mine up.”
She sent him a look of sarcasm that he found entertaining. “Manresa Castle wasn’t yours,” she said.
Dru slipped the sheet down and exposed her breasts. Her nipples pebbled and begged for his touch. “The cabin was mine,” he said, his focus turning elsewhere.
A growl, fueled by intense need, rumbled from deep in his throat. Unable to deny himself the pleasures before him, he claimed a nipple with his mouth, and he swore her eyes rolled back from pleasure.
“Sorry about your cabin, but really, that was your fault,” she said breathlessly.
He paused for a breath. “Mmm-hmm.”
Holding her gaze, he slid a hand down her thigh and brushed her nether regions.
She tensed in response. “Are you trying to distract me from our conversation?”
Damn straight. “Distraction should never be underestimated when planning an attack.”
He slipped his fingers inside her, and her groan of pleasure nearly undid him.
“Is this an attack, Mr. War?” she whispered.
He hovered above her, maintaining a position of power, but they both knew who was in charge. “It’s an all-out war, if that’s what it takes.”
He held her gaze and pressed his manhood against her. “Are you prepared to surrender, my fierce warrior?”
