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purr.
    “Zeth?” God, her voice sounded so weak and heady. Her gut
knotted and she pressed her thighs together, doing her best to ignore how slick
and wet she felt. How very aware she was of Zeth’s proximity.
    “Yeah?” he replied, his voice husky.
    “We should go.”
    “Okay.”
    “You’re about to do something. I’m about to do
something. And I don’t like you so I really don’t want you to do this.”
    He swallowed hard and nodded. “Lead the way.”
    So she did. She totally did. Well, she did if leading the
way consisted of leaping into Zeth’s arms, wrapping her legs around his waist,
and tugging his mouth up to hers. If leading the way meant rubbing herself
wantonly against the hardened strain of his denim-clad erection and sucking his
tongue into her mouth. Zeth growled and seized her shoulders, pulling her flush
against him and nipping at her lips.
    And that was all it took. Zeth’s hands on her body, his
tongue in her mouth, his scent in her nostrils—all it took to remind her what
she was here to do, and specifically not here to do. All it took to remind her
who she was, who she was with, and how very much she wasn’t the sort of girl to
throw herself at werewolves.
    “Stop,” she gasped, trying vainly to pull away from him.
“Stop!” She tugged him up for another kiss and thrust her pelvis against his.
“God, Zeth, let me go!”
    “I’m trying,” he snarled, sounding miles away from the
seductive purr of just a moment ago. She would have contemplated the swift
change were she not so desperate to get as far from him as possible.
    “Try harder!” Raegan snapped.
    “It’d help if you could stop touching me!” He concluded by
fisting the loose material of her blouse and ripping it clean off her body, his
mouth breaking from hers to kiss a wet path down her throat.
    “Zeth…” Her stomach tightened in ways that it should not tighten. God, she was wet. She was on fire. Every nerve blazed, and he couldn’t
touch her enough. “Stop touching me!”
    “Are you deaf?” Zeth growled, his teeth nipping at her
breasts before ripping her bra away. “I’m trying .”
    Raegan trembled. Every time she attempted to shove him off,
she wound up foiled by treacherous hands that tugged him closer and a mouth that
felt hexed to want nothing more than his kisses.
    I can’t stop. Oh God, I can’t stop.
    And from the way he made quick work of her clothing, it
didn’t take much to guess where they would end up.
    Jezebel.
    It had happened. Jezebel’s spell had taken over, and she was
alone with the one person she should definitely not be alone with. God, why
hadn’t she thought this through? Why hadn’t she been smarter?
    O’Brien had sealed her fate. She was alone in a room with a
devastatingly sexy werewolf, an annoyingly untouched mattress, and her mind had
no control over her body.
    Definitely time to panic.

Chapter Three
     
    “You make me sick.”
    He knew Raegan’s words were spoken out of fear and a need to
protect herself, but damn, that didn’t mean they didn’t sting.
    Of course, responding with a crude, “Yeah, and this is all
so fucking fun for me,” while his hand dove into her slacks to rub her
cotton-clad pussy likely wasn’t the best move, but then again, he wasn’t really
in control of himself at the moment.
    “I don’t know. Is it?” Raegan demanded. “You’re always
coming on to me.”
    “Someone has a big ego.”
    “Hard not to when you’re rubbing your big something else against
me!”
    Zeth bunched her panties to the side, his fingers delving
into her warm, molten center. Fuck. “Jesus, you’re wet.”
    “It’s the spell.” Her voice wobbled, but didn’t lose the
fire. “It’s happening.”
    “Uh huh. And the spell’s making you all hot for yours
truly.”
    “I hate you.”
    There it was. Raegan’s defenses hard at work, piecing into a
wall she could hide behind. That wall had been the bane of his existence since
the first day he had to face her,