Passion Untamed (Feral Warriors #3)(30)

"Evie..."

"Do whatever it takes to get aroused, warrior. We have to clear you of her magic."

He leaned back against the door and did as she suggested, closing his eyes. The moment he did, Skye's face rose in his mind as he'd first seen her. The excitement in her eyes as she'd looked up from perusing the magazine and caught his gaze. He thought of the way she'd looked as he'd driven himself into her in the woods, her head thrown back in ecstasy.

His body rose and heated at the thought. He felt soft hands on his crotch, unzipping his pants, taking his heavy shaft into a warm palm. He arched into the touch, heat coursing through his body.

The scent of jasmine filled his senses, and he stilled, everything inside him rebelling. Jasmine, not violets.

He didn't want jasmine. He didn't want...Evangeline.

The only one who could slake this hunger was Skye.

He opened his eyes to look down at the woman preparing to take him into her mouth. Her hair was too long. Her body too lush, too ripe.

His body went soft. With a growl of disgust, he moved away from her, zipping himself back into his pants as he prowled the room like a caged and wounded animal. Dammit! He might as well still be shackled and chained to the witch's rock for all the freedom he had from her.

"What do you want me to do, Paenther?" Evangeline asked carefully.

"I don't know." He had a beautiful, practically naked, willing woman in front of him, and direct orders from his chief to find sexual release. And he couldn't take her. He didn't want to be inside her. Not between her legs. Not in her mouth. He didn't even want her touching him.

Goddess, that witch had him screwed up.

"If you're not going to let me clear you, Paenther, you'll have to do it yourself. And I'll have to watch to make sure you do. We can't have the enchantment keeping you from getting cleared."

Shit.

Standing where Evangeline's scent didn't overpower him, he closed his eyes and thought of Skye. Of the day he kissed her for the first time, still thinking she was human. He'd ordered Foxx back to the country store a second time, needing to see her again. He hadn't expected her to be there, but she'd been waiting. And when she'd slid into his arms and pressed her mouth to his...

Fire erupted inside him, heating his body. As she swept her tongue into his mouth, all thought of gentleness flew from his head. He took her mouth, plundering, conquering with his tongue as he pulled her tight against him. She tasted like raindrops and smelled like violets, and all he could think of was being inside her.

Her arm slipped from around his neck and moved down to slide over that distended part of his anatomy, telling him her thoughts were as carnal and desperate as his own. He slid his palm down her thigh, then up again, lifting the skirt of her dress until he found the hem. He reached beneath, his fingers skimming her warm flesh, his hand slipping between her thighs, finding her hot, damp core.

The woman wore no undergarments.

A smile pulled at his mouth as he kissed her hard and slid a single, shaking finger deep inside her tight wet sheath.

Paenther opened his eyes and strode to the bathroom, leaving the door open as he pulled his throbbing erection out of his pants and began pumping himself off over the sink. His mind remained on Skye.

Foxx had interrupted them, or he might have taken her right there. Right then. He'd been so hard for her. And she'd been so ready.

Damn the witch!

In his mind he saw her again as she'd ridden him on the stone that first time, fingering herself as he'd directed her to.

Goddess, she'd been glorious as the passion had begun to ride her, as the cries had escaped that slender throat.

And when she'd come...

His body tightened as the memory of her orgasm brought on his own. With a low groan, he pumped his seed into the sink, the release satisfying in only the most basic way. Grabbing a towel, he cleaned himself off, then zipped up his pants as he glanced at Evangeline watching him from the doorway, heat in her eyes.

No matching heat rose in his body. A flare of panic ran beneath his breastbone. He'd cleared himself of the magic. It should be gone!

Reaching for Evangeline, he pulled her into his arms and released her just as quickly, wanting her even less than he had before. Skye's slender body rose in his mind, her scent the only one he craved.

"Shit!" He stormed past Evangeline, into the bedroom, the ever-present rage boiling his blood.

Behind him, a feminine snort of disbelief. "She's enchanted you, all right, just not with magic. You're into her for real, warrior."

Paenther swung to face his scantily clad companion. "I have not fallen for a witch!"

"Maybe not emotionally, but physically, you want her bad. Bad enough that no one else will do."

Paenther felt the rush of feral anger, his teeth and claws elongating, his mind spoiling for a fight. One of his brothers was about to get bloody.

"Ease down, warrior," Evangeline said without fear. "It'll go away, Paenther. You're not the first male to want a female you shouldn't have. You won't be the last. Sooner or later, you'll get over her."

Paenther clenched his jaw hard and nodded. "Sooner, not later." He pulled himself back, retracting his fangs and claws. The best way to end this unholy infatuation was to avoid the witch altogether. The only reason he'd brought her back here was to interrogate her and find out what she knew. Once they'd done that, there was nothing to keep them from destroying her. Then he knew he'd get over her.