She's No Faerie Princess

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energy of their mutual desire. The tendrilsswirled and danced in the pit of her stomach, then spilledout, finding the wound in her flesh and smoothing over it. The magic knit skin and muscle back together, found foul,oily molecules of poison, and wrapped around them,insulating and separating them from her bloodstream anddissolving them into individual atoms that could bebenignly flushed from her system.
    The healing magic filled Fiona with a rush of warmth and

    energy, replenishing her depleted stores of magic until
    her wish became a reality and the barriers of clothing
    between her and her werewolf disappeared, leaving him
    pressed hot and hard and naked between her thighs. She
    moaned and clutched him tighter, canting her hips
    invitingly, seeking to draw him inside her body, into the
    hot, moist depths that ached with emptiness only he
    could assuage.
    Unfortunately, the brush of molten heat against the crownof his shaft seemed to snap him into some hideouslynoble sort of sense. He tore his lips from hers andgrabbed her wrists, jerking her hands from his hair andsetting her bodily away from him. Far enough that herblindly seeking hips couldn't reach his and squirm theirway past his guard.
    He swore violently and stood glaring at her with eyes thatburned with heat and frustration and a distinct sense ofunease. Holding her at arm's length, he struggled toregain his breath even as she struggled to free herselfand press against him once more.
    "Just what the fuck do you think you're doing?" he demanded. His voice was so harsh, so low, and so animal that he sounded more like wolf than man. It took a few seconds for Fiona's overheated brain to translate the question and even longer for her to understand what he meant. For some reason he seemed to be upset by the fire leaping between them.
    Frowning, Fiona tested his grip on her wrists and found itjust as steely as ever.
    "I wasn't thinking," she said, impatient and
    uncomprehending. "I was too busy tasting you. But I don't

    know what you have to be so upset about. I mean, it's not
    as if—"
    "Sweetheart, I almost fucked you up against a wall, and I've known you for all of seventy-two minutes, sixty-three of which you spent unconscious! You bet your ass I'm upset!"
    Fiona felt her frown deepen. "But why? Is theresomething wrong with the wall?" She craned her head tolook at the pale-cream-colored surface behind her. "Itseems perfectly functional to me."
    Walker made an odd choking sound. "That's   not   thepoint. Jesus, this is crazy. It's completely impossible."
    Fiona let her gaze drop pointedly to his erection and felther eyes widen. My, but he looked… enthusiastic. Andimpressive. Borderline challenging.
    "It looks very happily possible to me. Probable, even, if you'd stop yelling for a few minutes and just let me get a little bit closer—"
    She slid a bare foot up his muscular leg to hook behindhis hip and urge him toward her. For one deliciousmoment, she thought she saw his eyes start to glaze overand his body begin to sway nearer, but then he caughthimself, jerking back as if electrocuted and shifting fartherout of reach.
    "Would you stop that?"
    If she hadn't known the man in front of her to be apredator, Fiona might have called the look in his eyes justthen hunted, especially once he glanced down at himselfand really noticed that the reason he probably felt like

    she touched him through the fabric of his clothes was because he no longer wore any. But to be fair, neither did she.
    His head snapped up, and his expression hardened. "Putthem back."
    Fiona didn't pretend to misunderstand. Instead, shesighed. "I can't."
    "What do you mean, you can't? I'm not the one around here who does magic, lady, and I'd sure as hell remember it if I'd undressed you, so I think it's a pretty safe bet that you're the one to blame."
    "Accusations are so not constructive—"
    "Put them back," he repeated, in a tone she bet made all
    the female werewolves swoon.
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