Page 5 of Total Eclipse of the Moon
She whispered some words that rhymed. A spell?
All his clothes disappeared.
Unanticipated. On board still.
She cuffed each of his hands to the headboard in a lightning-fast move and hopped away from him.
"What is this?" Shane rattled the cuffs.
"Told you to stop thinking with your dick. Never trust a witch."The demon clucked inside his head."Now you're going to need my help to get free. Let me out."
"No."
The binding’s metal edges cut into his wrists as he bowed to put pressure against his confinement. Had they been normal handcuffs, he’d break them. Normal metal couldn’t withstand his strength. He could change into his feral form with enhanced muscles, sharper teeth and nails, and advanced predator instincts. In that state he could shred metal, but not these ensorcelled handcuffs.
If he’d only taken thirty seconds to get the daggone talismans, this wouldn’t have happened.
He stilled to quash his internal chaos, realizing his fury and panic strengthened the demon. "Take these off."
"No." She flicked off the lights and glanced out the window again. The witch had an agenda. What did she plan to do to him?
Chapter Two
Shane flexedand stretched to separate his arms. Didn’t get him free.
"Still can help you,"Baku offered in an unexpected, soothing tone that made Shane more leery than normal. "Let me take over."
That was a definite no.
"You’re hurting yourself." Wrinkles formed between Madeline’s eyebrows. They were cute with her pert sloped nose and freckles.
"You're nauseating. So weak."Baku huffed. Gone was the pacifying tone. "How can you think her cute?"
This had to be the product of an attraction spell on him.
She massaged a thin silver bracelet on her wrist in which a single stone emitted a blue hue that bathed the dark hotel room in azure light. Her bones were so delicate he could span her wrist’s circumference between his thumb and forefinger. Her petite stature gave her a deceiving facade of fragility. Foolish of him not to remember rule number one about witches: they were stronger than they appeared.
Why did Madeline keep checking her surroundings as if the bogeyman would jump out and attack her? The fear wasn’t directed at him. Was she picking up on the demon inside him?
"The ones hunting me are nearby." One step closer to him. Another glance out the window. "Stop. You’re making yourself bleed." She wet her bottom lip before drawing the succulent flesh into her mouth and biting.
"Release me."
"I can’t right now. It’s not safe for you." She tucked a few stray strands of hair behind an ear.
A few dramatic tugs on his bindings earned him a deeper worry frown from her.
One more thrash, and she leaned in to grab his arms to still them.
Got you.He scissored his legs around her to trap her waist and pulled her into a fall on top of him. She weighed next to nothing when she landed. Her impact didn’t knock the breath out of him. He tightened his grip around her waist to get her attention, but not forceful enough to hurt her.Have to get her to free me before she leaves. I refuse to be trapped here naked and cuffed.
"I have to go." She wiggled to get free.
Hot jolts of desire radiated from where her pelvis wiggled against his. And where her palm pressed against the skin near his bellybutton. He struggled to suppress the crazy part of his brain that had nothing to do with the demon but had decided it needed her mouth on his again.
He was completely ill-equipped to deal with this feeling on top of his desperation to be freed. No woman before her evoked this tangle between hate, desire, and recklessness.
Her fingers brushed over his left wrist. The touch soothed him. Whether an intentional move on her part or not, a moan escaped him.
