waiting for him to fuck up and expose Felicia to danger. Cursing, Duke pulled out his mobile and hit the button to dial Bram.
“What?” he panted into the phone after the first ring. In the background, Duke heard feminine moans. Bram was with a woman?
“You found Emma?”
“No,” he snarled.
“How is sex with someone else possible when you have a mate?” he blurted.
“I’m not shagging her, you dolt.”
Of course not. As a mated wizard, Bram couldn’t. He must be siphoning off the woman’s sexual energy—a necessity after facing Mathias and the Anarki earlier. A wizard had tokeep his magic powered somehow. So how did Bram soak in her pleasure if he wasn’t touching her? Duke decided he didn’t really want to know.
“It’s nearly three in the morning. What the hell do you want?”
Duke cleared his throat. “Felicia and I are stopping for the night somewhere west of Magor.”
“Where is that?”
“Exactly.”
Bram cursed. “Hold on.”
A fumbling sound, another feminine groan, a beep, then silence. Duke winced.
Moments later, another beep signaled Bram’s return. He was breathing even harder. “You and Felicia alone. Is that wise?”
Of course not. “She’s exhausted. I won’t take advantage of a sleeping woman.”
Bram scoffed. “I don’t care what you do with the girl; that’s between you, her, and Mason. But you’re with an Untouchable and have no protection.”
“We won’t stay more than a few hours. I don’t think Mathias followed us.”
“But you don’t know that for a fact. I’ll send reinforcements, just in case.”
“Thank you.”
“Have you told Felicia what you are?”
“No.” Duke plowed a hand through his hair. “I’d rather not. The less she knows about us, the better for her safety. But she is full of questions.”
Bram grumbled. “I don’t think you can avoid the truth for long, but we’ll deal with it later. Focus on keeping her safe now. I don’t need to tell you how valuable she is.”
Not at all. “See you tomorrow.”
Duke rang off as Felicia opened the bathroom door and peeked out, her face hesitant. “Can you help me? I hate to ask …”
“Anything,” he vowed, crossing the room to her.
She bit her lip. “My dress …”
Then turned her back to him. A row of small satin buttons secured the lace gown from her neck to her waist—twenty of them, at least. And she wanted
him
to unfasten them? Unwrap her like a package?
A fresh wave of desire swamped him, nearly overwhelming. Dear God, how could he touch those buttons—her skin—and not take more?
Felicia cast a nervous glance over her shoulder again, moving the thick tumble of golden curls that had fallen from her twist out of his way.
Duke did his best to school his face and soothe her as he closed the distance between them. His heart revved, his palms turned damp. He wanted her so badly, he could hardly walk right.
She’s not yours
.
With shaking hands, he reached for the first button at the creamy flesh of her neck, just below the wispy curls rioting near her hairline. Another button, then a second, a third … revealing the line of her spine and the softest skin. With each button, Duke exposed more and more of her, and his greedy gaze ate up every inch. The dress fell away, baring the delicate slopes of her shoulders, her upper back, the hint of her small waist.
His breathing turned ragged. As close as he was, Felicia couldn’t possibly fail to notice.
Two buttons left. He reached for the first, and couldn’t resist caressing one fingertip down her spine. She shuddered and looked back, wide-eyed, pupils dilated. Red colored hercheeks. She bit her plump bottom lip between her teeth. Her breathing also sounded harsh in the silence between them.
Dear God, she was aroused.
Grabbing the last button, he twisted it, sliding it free of its mooring. He had to get away from her before he did something they’d both regret.
The dress sagged forward, and she caught it—but
“What?” he panted into the phone after the first ring. In the background, Duke heard feminine moans. Bram was with a woman?
“You found Emma?”
“No,” he snarled.
“How is sex with someone else possible when you have a mate?” he blurted.
“I’m not shagging her, you dolt.”
Of course not. As a mated wizard, Bram couldn’t. He must be siphoning off the woman’s sexual energy—a necessity after facing Mathias and the Anarki earlier. A wizard had tokeep his magic powered somehow. So how did Bram soak in her pleasure if he wasn’t touching her? Duke decided he didn’t really want to know.
“It’s nearly three in the morning. What the hell do you want?”
Duke cleared his throat. “Felicia and I are stopping for the night somewhere west of Magor.”
“Where is that?”
“Exactly.”
Bram cursed. “Hold on.”
A fumbling sound, another feminine groan, a beep, then silence. Duke winced.
Moments later, another beep signaled Bram’s return. He was breathing even harder. “You and Felicia alone. Is that wise?”
Of course not. “She’s exhausted. I won’t take advantage of a sleeping woman.”
Bram scoffed. “I don’t care what you do with the girl; that’s between you, her, and Mason. But you’re with an Untouchable and have no protection.”
“We won’t stay more than a few hours. I don’t think Mathias followed us.”
“But you don’t know that for a fact. I’ll send reinforcements, just in case.”
“Thank you.”
“Have you told Felicia what you are?”
“No.” Duke plowed a hand through his hair. “I’d rather not. The less she knows about us, the better for her safety. But she is full of questions.”
Bram grumbled. “I don’t think you can avoid the truth for long, but we’ll deal with it later. Focus on keeping her safe now. I don’t need to tell you how valuable she is.”
Not at all. “See you tomorrow.”
Duke rang off as Felicia opened the bathroom door and peeked out, her face hesitant. “Can you help me? I hate to ask …”
“Anything,” he vowed, crossing the room to her.
She bit her lip. “My dress …”
Then turned her back to him. A row of small satin buttons secured the lace gown from her neck to her waist—twenty of them, at least. And she wanted
him
to unfasten them? Unwrap her like a package?
A fresh wave of desire swamped him, nearly overwhelming. Dear God, how could he touch those buttons—her skin—and not take more?
Felicia cast a nervous glance over her shoulder again, moving the thick tumble of golden curls that had fallen from her twist out of his way.
Duke did his best to school his face and soothe her as he closed the distance between them. His heart revved, his palms turned damp. He wanted her so badly, he could hardly walk right.
She’s not yours
.
With shaking hands, he reached for the first button at the creamy flesh of her neck, just below the wispy curls rioting near her hairline. Another button, then a second, a third … revealing the line of her spine and the softest skin. With each button, Duke exposed more and more of her, and his greedy gaze ate up every inch. The dress fell away, baring the delicate slopes of her shoulders, her upper back, the hint of her small waist.
His breathing turned ragged. As close as he was, Felicia couldn’t possibly fail to notice.
Two buttons left. He reached for the first, and couldn’t resist caressing one fingertip down her spine. She shuddered and looked back, wide-eyed, pupils dilated. Red colored hercheeks. She bit her plump bottom lip between her teeth. Her breathing also sounded harsh in the silence between them.
Dear God, she was aroused.
Grabbing the last button, he twisted it, sliding it free of its mooring. He had to get away from her before he did something they’d both regret.
The dress sagged forward, and she caught it—but
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