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“I will be fine. I might go outside to get some fresh air and collect a protection stone or two. You’ll need them.” Ainslee furrowed her brow, her gaze squarely on Phillipa’s bosom. “Where is your necklace?”
Phillipa brought her hand to her chest, then remembered that Wes—the wolven--had lifted it over her head and put it in his pocket. “The Wolven has it.”
Ainslee shook her head. “You’ve totally fallen under his spell.”
“I guess I have.” She couldn’t help her smile.
“I pray the cunning beast does not make a fool of us all.”
ChapterFourteen
Wesley
“The party is about to start, and your lady seems to be absent.” Baron Martin took a drink off the tray as the waiter passed and raised it to Wesley. “I have noticed a pattern forming.”
Wesley growled, earning a laugh from the minotaur.
“I still expect to dance with her, wolven. You may have to fight a little harder to keep her than you think.” And with that, he disappeared into the crowd.
Fight, he would. But chase, he would not. He would protect her no matter what. If she didn’t choose him, he would have to make peace with that. He could not bear to spend his life with someone who found him grotesque.
And he could no longer rely on the fae’s magic for his transformation. He had to do this on his own.
But the last thing he would do was hand his wife over to the minotaur. This was a fight he would win.
The piano player took his seat, and the lines started to form for the dance.
A soft hand on his arm started him.
“I’m sorry I was gone longer than I anticipated.” Phillipa smiled at him. How was it possible she looked even more beautiful than before? She’d changed into a purple dress that accentuated the green in her eyes, and in the candlelight, they reminded him of a sunrise in the meadow near Phillipa’s house, the way the dew in the grass glowed in the early morning light. “Where did I bring you back from, Wes–Wolven?”
“I was thinking about what it would be like to kiss you.”
Phillipa gasped, and she lifted her chin as the music began to play. “It’s time for our dance.”
Even though Wesley had decided not to chase this woman, he damn well would not waste an opportunity to make her stay. He offered his arm, and she took it.
The dance began, and the steps came back to him easily. He let himself relax. If he could remember to dance, he could master being human in this body.
But maybe it wouldn’t matter. Phillipa’s bright eyes were on him as they swirled around the other dancers.
“You were awfully bold, wolven,” she said as they linked arms.
“In what way?”
She was lost to him, in the moves of the dance, but mischief played in those eyes.
“You said you wanted to kiss me.”
“I do.” He’d thought about it so many times, but now that she was here, speaking to him, entertaining the fact they could be beast and wife, his mouth watered at the thought of what she might taste like. If it would be different when he was like this.
But he had to be careful, so close to her, as his cock twitched in his breeches, and he licked his lips to make sure it wasn’t obvious he was starving for a taste of her.
He pulled her into his body, and the other dancers bumped against them, then smiled knowingly.
“Wolven,” Phillipa whispered.
“Wesley,” he said. “Call me Wesley when I’m about to kiss you.”
