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366 pages, Paperback
First published May 28, 2015
“We don’t like to share.” With a downward glance at Merle, her mouth still covered by his hand, he crooned, “Ain’t that right, sweetie pie? Ow!”
He jerked back and yanked his hurting hand away, glowering at the tricky witch volcano next to him. “Did you just bite me?”
She beamed at him and patted his arm. “Affectionately, snuggle bear. I nipped at you affectionately.”
She leaned against the wall in the corner next to the entrance, her arms folded in front of her chest, every single sign of her body language clearly projecting a “Fuck off” vibe. Of course, though, that didn’t keep the bastards who frequented this joint from trying to come on to her.
What made Rhun stop in his tracks and admire the view, however, was what happened to those said bastards. One tripped and fell on his face before he reached Merle, another was seized by a nasty bout of coughing that made him run to the bar for a drink after he’d tried to chat her up. Another one who’d been approaching her with a leer walked straight past Merle and collided face-first with the opposite wall, and even another—who’d called her something that made Rhun want to smash the guy’s face in—had the sudden and irrational urge to douse himself not only with his own beer, but with that of his pals as well. Which led to a heated brawl between drinking buddies.
And all the while, Merle hadn’t even moved a finger, leaning against the wall with a casual don’t-mess-with-me attitude.
Standing there, staring at her, Rhun decided he’d never met a sexier female in his life.
He grinned with unconcealed endorsement and approached his witch, reaching out to stroke her cheek—and instead ended up involuntarily poking that finger in his nose. Of course, it still hurt like hell from when he’d force-smashed it into the door before.
“I’m really sorry, man,” Rhun said to Basil just as he and Merle were turning to the car.
They both stopped and stared at Rhun in surprised confusion.
Basil frowned. “About what?”
Rhun waved a hand in the general direction of Basil’s head. “About…you know.” He stopped short and grimaced. “Oh, wait. That is your face.”
Thanking Lily from the bottom of her heart, Merle hung up and turned to Rhun—who was covered in a gazillion tiny fairies.
Their fluttering wings let the air around him hum with oscillating magic coloring the night. He stood still, his arms held at an awkward angle so as not to crush the teeny fae beings plastered to his sides. When his eyes met hers, they held a glint of resignation.
Merle pocketed her phone. “Um, need any help?”
He sighed. “They’re smitten.”
“Smitten?”
“With me. You know, they see me and they’re addicted.” Shrugging one fairy-laden shoulder, he smiled smugly. “Not that I can blame them. I am gorgeous.”
Rhun didn’t say anything, just silently walked around her until she faced him, and then, his eyes burning with a quiet fire, he hugged her. Her heart stuttered. She stiffened.
“Merle.” His deep voice in her ear, a caress so soft she shivered. “You don’t have to be strong all the time. Just let go. Be weak. Cry. Break down if you need to.”
His hold was powerful yet far from crushing, an embrace of strength that could intimidate—but right now, it felt strangely reassuring. Something inside Merle cracked, a fissure in her composure, and she tensed.
“Cry.” A gentle command, and it eroded part of her resistance. But it was what he said next that tore her apart on the inside, opened up the cracks she’d tried to mend. “I’ve got you, little witch.”
“Dammit, little witch, I wanted to do this slow.” His voice was hoarse, deeper than usual, rasping over her senses that were already too sharp, too sore. “But, fuck that, I can’t do slow right now.”
She cleared her throat. “Rhun.”
“Witch volcano.” A lazy murmur rumbling through his chest.
“You don’t need to hold on to me.”
“Hmm.” His hand stroked over her hair. “Yes, I do.”
Another attempt at freeing herself before that warmth inside her fully bloomed into something else, something irrevocable and disarming. “Let me up.”
“No.” His voice lost its lazy note. “Now you listen to me. You cannot faint like that in front of me and expect me to be okay with it. You scared the living shit out of me, little witch, and you will let me hold you now until I feel better.”