Were-Devils' Revenge [Were-Devils of Tasmania 2] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) Read Online Free PDF Page A

time, but not with Gabriella with him. If he accelerated to his true capacity, she was savvy enough in the water to know that it was not humanly possible, and he didn’t think she was ready for the truth just yet. He signaled her to stop, and with a lot of frantic sign language, some of which was universal and some of which was ad hoc, he told her to go back to the boat and get a spare tank and meet him at the decompression zone below the boat. He was hoping not to need it, but at least it would distract her. She protested, but in the end he was the dive master and she did as she instructed. As soon as she started to ascend, Mac took off at his maximum pace, more than double what he had been doing.
    Beavis and Butthead never saw him coming. He used all his strength to pull them both up from above. They stopped and turned, protesting, but when they looked at their depth gauges, they knew enough about diving to know they were in deep trouble. Or would be very soon. Mac figured they had less than a minute. He grabbed them both, punched their chests to remind them to breathe out, and pulled each of their life vest cords, causing them to shoot upward. Mac sighed and followed at a more leisurely pace, returning via the meeting spot where he found Gabriella waiting. They surfaced together, the boys already up.
    “You got them up!” Gabriella said in amazement when they surfaced.
    “With five seconds to spare,” said Mac. “Thanks for the tank, glad we didn’t need it.”
    Pete helped haul them all out of the water, and Mac gave the boys a thorough dressing down. They were suitably chastised and apologetic. They’d just never seen a turtle like that.
    They ate lunch as the boat moved to a second site for the afternoon dive. Mac threatened the two boys with being keelhauled if they didn’t behave, and he looked serious. Gabriella’s stories of how fast Mac had been and how certain of himself he had been in the water added weight to his authority.
    Most of them stretched out for a sunbake or a sleep until they got to their destination. Mac watched Gabriella ease out of her wet suit, wanting more than ever to give her a hand. Her nipples, firm and hard, showed beneath the white material, and he imagined sucking them.
    She looked at him and smiled mischievously. “Any chance you could rub some lotion in?”
    Any chance any man would say no to that? Mac certainly wasn’t about to. Her skin was cool under his hands, and he gently rubbed the lotion over her shoulders and neck and then down her back. He longed to undo her strap and wished they were there alone. She moaned slightly. “Mmm, you’re good at this.”
    “There’s a masseur qualification on the resume, too,” said Mac. He took the lotion over the cheeks of her ass where the bikini didn’t cover, and she wriggled slightly. She seemed to be liking it. Mac hoped it wouldn’t become too obvious how much he was enjoying it, too.
    “Maybe I’ll call upon your services then,” said Gabriella. “Not just for the suntan lotion.”
    “That,” said Mac, “could be arranged.”
     
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    Launceston, Tasmania, 1939
     
    Larissa shivered as the spring breeze rustled the leaves of the climbing roses that engulfed the gazebo, hiding the house from her, and her from the house and her family. Edmund was late, but then he was coming from Tarrabah and he knew he had to be cautious coming onto Karlssen land. They had chosen this place because of the privacy and the rose smell that would hide Edmund’s were-devil scent from her family. She heard a sound and stiffened, but it must have been the wind. Peering out of the gazebo, no one materialized from the dark shadows.
    She knew he would be shocked at her news but was equally sure he loved her and that somehow he would make things right. His faith in their love was one of his most appealing traits. That and how she felt when his dark eyes with their amber streak looked into hers. She had not meant to succumb, and he had