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He shook his head. “No, that you’re sensual in your physical reactions to everything.” A wave of forest-fern scent rolled over her, sending a new shiver of desire racing through her.
She sipped again, staring at him over the rim of her mug. Ian wore nothing but boxers which set his broad shoulders and chest on display. It would take so little to encourage him to come back to bed, and she almost crooked her finger and extended the invitation. But she wanted to talk about how they’d shared their power during the attack at his home and about the possibility that together they could find a way to dispel the mist.
Unfortunately, her gaze fell to the tattoo of the hawk spanning his chest, her eye drawn to his thick pecs. A flush crept up her cheeks. Ian was all man and everything about him got to her.
She had to look away. Otherwise, in about two seconds, she was going to throw the covers back and doing some serious begging.
“O-k-a-y.” She blinked a few times and drew a ragged breath or two.
Ian left his chair, however, to sit on the side of the bed next to her. His eyes were at half-mast. “Do you need me? Because I’m here if you do.”
Her gaze flipped to his and her heartrate rose. She realized she’d already started developing a now familiar sensation in her chest, the weight of an increased supply meant for him. Her lips parted. She was so tempted, but she had more important things on her mind.
Forcing herself to the matter at hand, she said, “Ian, we should talk about Margetta.”
He chuckled. “Well, if that isn’t a buzz-kill.”
Some of the tension left her and she rushed on. “As I was falling asleep last night, I was thinking about what happened in your home, when we battled Braden and his bonded wraith. You’d never experienced such a surge of power before and I couldn’t believe I actually levitated to head-kick a mastyr vampire.”
“Wait. Is that what happened?”
She nodded. “Yes. He was real close to taking you out. I had to do something.”
“You saved my life then.”
“As you did mine.”
He shook his head. “I didn’t know what had happened to make Braden stop. He was kicking my spine. I thought I was done for.”
“You were almost unconscious by then. But my blood tattoos were alive and I’d never felt so ramped up in my life. You told me to go with my instincts, so I did.”
He frowned hard, but said nothing.
“What?” she asked.
“I’m replaying the battle with Braden. He had so much power in every blow.”
“I’ve heard when a mastyr completes
the Invictus bond with a wraith, they’re undefeatable in a one-on-one. He was so confident he could take you. But we’d both be dead if he’d brought in a couple of wraith-pairs to back him up.”
His jaw worked. “You’re right. We got lucky, which is why I brought you here. Only one person knows the location of this cabin.”
“Ben?”
“No, not even Ben. Only my property caretaker.”
“Right. The one whose wife made the lasagna.”
“Yep.” He brought his mug to his lips and drank, but his frown remained. He was thinking hard.
He was such a gorgeous man and had the most beautiful eyes, an unusual dark gray with thick black lashes. His long hair hung down his back, inviting her fingers to do some touching.
Instead, she sipped her coffee and once more forced herself to look away. She’d sort of hoped the lovemaking the night before, including the surprising round in the shower, would have eased her desire for him. Instead, it seemed to have fanned the flame; she wanted him more than ever.
She needed to focus and turned her thoughts to her blood tattoos. “What if together we could enhance my spell-making ability enough to counter Margetta’s spell?”
He leaned forward, holding his cup in both hands between his knees. “How would that work? I mean, I’m about as far from fae abilities as anyone can get. I’ve never understood how you people do what you do. I know that you de-spelled the shield around the Swanicott camp out at Angler’s Cliff, but I can’t fathom the process.”
