Dana Marie Bell - Heart'sDesire01 Read Online Free PDF

to be careful about how I phrase my summoning spells.
    He’d rechecked the runes, the copy of the paper he’d burned that night a month ago, and slowly realized his error. He hadn’t specified a wizard mate, just one of an older lineage, someone who was born from power, with magic to complement his own.
    Apparently the Lord and Lady had seen fit to send him a witch. Joy.
    And it was beyond too late now. His wolf was completely delighted with the woman upstairs currently curled up in their den, leaving her scent behind on his sheets and pillows. He wanted to go up there and wallow in that scent, have it wash over him until he couldn’t tell where he ended and she began.
    And that was only the beginning. He wanted to lick every inch of her body until all he could taste, would ever taste, was her. He longed to thrust inside her, pulling climax after climax out of her until they were both limp and sated, then do all of it all over again.
    He buried his head in his hands and groaned. Now what do I do? Witches and wizards tended to avoid each other, and with good reason. The precise way wizards performed magic was the antithe-sis of the breezy way witches performed the same tasks. The hours spent carefully crafting spells would drive any self-respecting witch insane. The way witches tended to pick up seemingly random objects and blithely cast a spell that garnered the same results drove wizards nuts. Add in the resentment witches felt about how wizards could do things they couldn’t do, and the contempt some wizards openly showed towards witches, and you had one hell of a mess destined to give one tired, grumpy wizard a serious migraine.
    And the sad part was, just speaking to her last night had shown him he had no choice. Even if he could reverse the summoning, demand a redo from the Gods, he wouldn’t. She was just so … beautiful to him. It wasn’t her shoulder length, dark brown hair. It wasn’t those wide chocolate eyes, her strong jaw, her full lips, or the way she barely came to his chin, causing every protective instinct he had to go on high alert.
    No, it was the glimpses of her he’d seen last night that sealed his fate. Funny, smart, warily cautious but following him anyway, she’d been brave, strong, resilient. His.
    He’d have to woo his reluctant little witch. He smiled, remembering her reaction to him last night.
    If he had any doubts about whether or not he could succeed, remembering the quickly banked hunger in her face removed them.
    And he’d have to deal once and for all with Cole. If Cole tried to lay a hand on Alannah again Christopher wouldn’t be able to keep from killing the son of a bitch.
    Standing with a sigh, he headed back up to the kitchen, hoping a nice warm breakfast and some hot coffee would earn him a nice warm reception from the woman in his bedroom.

    * * * *
Lana picked up the phone next to the bed and dialed. “Hey, Grammy.”
    “Well?”
    Lana frowned. She pulled the aqua colored sheet farther up her body and wondered yet again when her underwear had disappeared. Tricky dog. “Well what?”
    “Did you do the dirty?”

    “Grammy!”
    “Well, sweetheart, I looked him up in The Registry. I must say, he’s … exquisite. And a Beckett, a very powerful family.” Grammy paused. “Are you saying you told him no?”
    She doesn’t have to make it sound like I’d be insane not to do the horizontal bunny hop with the man. “I didn’t get the chance.” Lana slapped her hand over her mouth, horrified. “I mean, we talked. Just talked.”
    “Well, look him up, dear. I think you’ll be surprised.”
    “Grammy, something … odd, is going on.”
    “Which odd, dear?”
    “He turns into a dog. A wolf, actually.”
    “Of course he does. He’s a Beckett.”
    Lana gritted her teeth. “You told me shapeshifters were a myth.”
    “No I didn’t. I told you natural shapeshifters are a myth. Cursed shapeshifters actually exist.”
    Lana resisted the urge to bang her head against