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breath from hers. “Understand now?”
    “Getting there.” She tilted her head up to brush her lips
over his.
    His tongue traced the seam of her lips, demanding entrance.
Mikayla opened her mouth eagerly. An arm wrapped around her waist as Ciar
hauled her up against his chest. He swept his tongue into her mouth, teasing
her with his expert touch. Mikayla clung to his shoulders as she fought the
overwhelming desire. Nothing existed except the feel of his body against hers.
He invaded all her senses.
    Her back hit the wall as he crowded her back. Ciar pressed a
leg between hers, rubbing against her sensitive flesh. She felt his hard cock
straining to be free and smiled against his mouth. It hadn’t been in her head.
He did want her, at least her body.
    She wasn’t a woman to pine for more than she could have. At least
not much. If this was all he could give her, she’d enjoy it and smile at the
memories long after he’d left her.
    Impatient hands tugged at her shirt. Mikayla hissed a sharp
breath when his palms pressed against the naked skin of her abdomen. Skin to skin.
Finally. Her fingers curled in the material of his t-shirt, she wished she
could touch him as he touched her.
    A lone fingertip teased along the edge of her jeans. She
shivered at the touch. Yes , she wanted to plead. More.
    Ciar ran his hot mouth down her throat and she threw back
her head to give him better access. Her body vibrated with need. Never had she
experienced such desperation. She wanted this man. Now.
    She’d always known it would be this way. If only he’d
believed her sooner. Damn demon. Far too stubborn for his own good.
    “Mikayla,” he breathed, his voice rough. “I need you.”
    Sweeter words had never been spoken.
    She grinned, about to reply, when the door burst open.
Mikayla whipped around, pushing past Ciar even as her body protested the interrupted
embrace.
    “Mikayla, Tamsyn found another spell she wants to try,” Wyn
called, striding into the room.
    Mikayla opened her mouth to reply when she heard a small
“poof” behind her.
    “What are you doing?” Wyn asked, arching an eyebrow.
    “Wyn, look. Ciar is—” The words died on her tongue when
Mikayla glanced behind her.
    A small, enraged puff ball sat at her feet. The poodle was
back.
     

Chapter Four
     
    The three sisters sat back at the kitchen table, staring at
the small, growling dog.
    “Are you sure he changed back?” Tamsyn asked.
    “Not really something I’d mistake,” Mikayla snapped. “One
second he was a dog, then poof, he was Ciar.” She sighed, dragging a hand
through her hair. “Then he was a dog again.”
    “When Wyn came in,” Tamsyn mused, tapping her finger against
her lips. “Well, first thing’s first.” She scooped up the angry dog and walked
out of the kitchen. When she returned her arms were empty.
    “Do I want to know what you just did with little sis’s boy
toy?” Wyn asked.
    Tamsyn waved her hand, obviously unconcerned. “I locked him
in the pantry. Figured we didn’t need Ciar eavesdropping.”
    “Do you know what’s going on?” Mikayla demanded.
    “What were you doing before he turned back to normal?” her
sister asked.
    Mikayla frowned as she thought back. “I’d just finished
saying I was going to get a lover and he started growling. Then poof, demon
Ciar.”
    A grin curved Tamsyn’s lips. “I see. He got angry at the
thought of losing you.”
    Mikayla snorted in derision.
    “Think about it, honey. When you cast the spell, you wanted
Ciar to notice you. You wanted him to see you differently. What if that’s the
trigger? When he starts to truly see you as someone he’s attracted to, the
spell weakens and he changes back to normal.”
    “Since he wasn’t attracted to me, he reversed when I came
into the room,” Wyn said. “I think I should be insulted.”
    “That’s my best theory,” Tamsyn said, ignoring Wyn. “I think
the change would have been temporary anyway—based on the strength of