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knowing she knew what he was. And though he
understood she was lashing at him out of a need to protect herself, he couldn’t
help but feel his own instinct of self-preservation kick in. While she felt
incredible in his arms, her warm cunt beckoning his eager fingers, he didn’t
want her like this. He didn’t want her kicking and screaming. He wanted her
only if she wanted him.
    Stop. Stop. Gotta stop.
    No good. His body had betrayed him, his lips getting
precariously close to her pert, pink nipples, his hands behaving of their own
accord. O’Brien had summoned the demon, and Jezebel’s curse was in effect.
Struggling was a futile effort.
    Why in the world he’d agreed to come on this stupid ass
field trip was beyond him. Fuck knew he’d pumped his cock to the thought of
Raegan’s succulent pussy squeezing him in all the right places enough times to
warrant a moment’s worth of hesitation. Tonight, she’d said. O’Brien was making
his move tonight. Tonight Jezebel would come and take away their ability to say no. And here he was, trapped with the gorgeous, maddening Raegan
Pritchett, flicking her clit with his thumb, listening to her heady breaths
alongside her scathing words. Zeth might have wanted her, but he didn’t want
her like this. Not like this.
    But there was shit he could about it.
    No cash register to rob. No boss to kill. Only a woman who
drove him out of his mind, warm, wiggling, and…well, not willing, but he wasn’t
in a position to stop.
    The only thing he could do was revel in the fact that
Raegan’s participation was just as fervent as his own. That meant she’d
fantasized about him, too. Enough to want him, even if she didn’t admit it.
That, at least, meant something.
    “Zeth, stop!”
    He growled and put all his energy behind the will to obey
her command. His body, rather than listening, instead coaxed her legs to the
ground long enough to rip off her pants. Her slip-on shoes flew off as well, as
though propelled by force.
    “I swear, Zeth,” she spat. “I’m gonna take one of my silver
bullets, engrave your name on it, and shove it down your throat.”
    “Goddammit, woman, you’re the one who brought me here!”
    “Not for this!”
    “Stop yourself, if it’s so easy.”
    “I can’t!”
    He smirked in spite of himself, nipping at her breast. If
she was going to try to make this his fault, he wouldn’t go down without
a fight. “Think the lady doth protest too much,” he commented. Raegan’s eyes
blazed and she raised a hand, presumably to smack him. Instead, her fingers wove
through his hair.
    “Bullshit,” she replied weakly.
    “Oh really? Enlighten me.”
    She didn’t respond at first, her face falling as though only
then realizing what was about to happen. Her vibrant brown eyes went wide with
fear—pure, unadulterated fear. Fear, Zeth could understand. Hell, he could even
respect the sentiment. Yet the other thing blazing within those eyes set his
teeth on edge, poking the tense beast within his chest.
    Something even an infant could recognize as disgust.
    Raegan sniffed miserably, her fingers raking down his chest
and dancing closer to the jackpot in his pants. “Oh God,” she pleaded softly,
though with whom, he couldn’t say. “Not this. Not you . Please!”
    And for whatever reason, that was it. The last straw. Zeth
wasn’t so enamored with himself to not understand the difference between
forbidden fantasies and hardcore desires, but damn it, it wasn’t as though this
had been his idea. She was the one who had come to him, who had begged him for
help, who had pretty much led him to this cursed place by the shorthairs. Her
hatred for his kind notwithstanding, he knew she had been attracted to him at
one point. Treating him like a leper now—when he could do shit to help
himself—just encouraged his inner alpha to come play, the human side taking
seat in the peanut gallery.
    He shoved guilt aside. She wanted him to be an asshole?
Fine. He’d show her an