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Dolf blinked at him. "So what you're telling me is that you stole the bracelet just so you could what? Steal it again?"

"That wasn't my initial intention, but that's true now," Simon affirmed.

Dolf threw up his hands. "Great. So you want to go after something you already stole that's going to have a ton of security around it?"

Simon nodded. "Precisely."

Dolf frowned. "That's a lot of risk for me. That percentage better be fifty."

Simon shook his head. "I can't guarantee any more than thirty, providing the others join us."

Dolf straightened and raised an eyebrow. "Others? What others?"

Simon clasped his cane in both hands and smiled. "Merely others with similar talents to your own."

Dolf beckoned to him. "'Fess up, who is it?"

"Maeve and Specter."

Dolf dropped his arms to his side and scowled. "I'm out. There's no way I'm working with those two."

Simon tipped his hat and half-turned towards the door. "Then we wish you a good day.

Dolf stretched out his hand. "Wait! Wait a sec!" Simon paused and turned back to him. Dolf looked Simon in the eyes. "I'll work with them, but only this once."

Simon bowed his head. "If you wish."

Dolf frowned. "No, but I don't have much of a choice, do I?" Dolf turned to me and smiled. He slipped beside me ans clasped my hand in both of his. "And what about you, Miss Luvena? How do you fit into this crazy plan of his?"

"She is my protege," Simon spoke up.

Dolf's narrowed eyes flickered to him. "What the hell does that mean?"

Simon appeared in front of us and grabbed one of Dolf's wrists. He twisted the arm back and leaned forward so they were nearly face-to-face. Dolf's eyes widened and he stretched his head back. "It means you are not to touch her."

Dolf broke from the grasp and rubbed his bruised wrist. "You could've just told me plain and simple!"

Simon smiled. "I thought that was rather simple."

Dolf dropped his hand and pointed at the door. "I agreed to your partnership, but that doesn't mean I have to keep you in my house. Now out."

Simon chuckled and bowed. "As you wish. Certus will contact you with the details once the others have agreed." He turned towards the door.

Dolf followed him with his eyes. "You mean if they agree?"

Simon paused halfway to the door. He glanced over his shoulder and showed off his sly, crooked smile. "They will."





CHAPTER 7





We exited the house and Dolf followed us to the doorway. He leaned against the frame and smiled at me. "You can come back any time, Miss Luvena, but-" He jerked a thumb at Simon, "-just remember to leave the walking fossil at home."

I returned his smile with one of my own. "I'll be sure to do that."

I walked to the car and slipped inside where Simon awaited me. His legs were crossed and his hands were in his lap, but there was a certain tenseness in his posture that made me raise an eyebrow.

"What?" I asked him.

His words were stiff. "I would rather you not fraternize with him."

I leaned back and crossed my arms. "Why not?"

"Because you are mine, and he happens to be a werewolf."

I frowned. "He's a what?"

Simon smiled. "A werewolf. A human-" I held up my hand.

"I know what it is, but seriously? Vampires, and now werewolves?" I wondered.

He chuckled. "The world is a very large place, and many myths have a kernel of truth."

I scoffed. "A lot of those Eastern European myths are starting to look like whole ears of corn. So is he as dangerous as the myths and movies, or are you just trying to keep me from every man who hits on me?"

Simon appeared by my side. I started back, but he looped his arm around my waist and pressed me against his chest. His red, heated eyes looked into mine, and the ends of his fangs peeked out from his upper lip.

His deep, lustful voice washed over me and made me shudder. He slipped one hand over my neck and removed the black band. "He's not quite as dangerous as I."

He ducked down and pressed a kiss against my neck where lay the bite wounds. I gasped as my body filled with delicious heat. He leaned his back against the seat and slipped me onto his lap. I groaned when I felt the hardness of his need press against my hot, trembling womanhood. His hands massaged the firm muscles of my rear as he nipped and kissed at my neck.

I grasped his shoulders and leaned my head back. "Why. . .why are you doing this?" I gasped.

He paused and chuckled. "Because you are mine."

I bit my lower lip to hold back the moan of excitement created by his words. One of his hands slid up my stomach and cupped my breast. I felt myself fall into a hot blanket of pleasure that enveloped me in its lustful warmth. His hands, his kisses sent my body into a fever of excitement that I never wanted to shake.

He slipped my coat off and pulled my shirt over my head. His deft hands unclasped my bra and the thin fabric soon joined my shirt on the floor of the car. He leaned down and licked my pert nipples. His cool hands left shivers on my heavy mounds of flesh. I found myself gasping for every breath as I let him have his way with me.

"Mine," he growled.

I had to bite my tongue to stop myself from agreeing with him. His other hand unbuttoned my jeans and slipped into my underwear. I jumped when his finger brushed against my wet, sensitive nub. Hot lust raced through me. I closed my eyes and groaned. His delicate, teasing touches were too much. I couldn't fight against the agonizingly wonderful sensations they created inside me. I was his to do with what he desired, and I knew I would enjoy all of it.

My tongue flicked out and wet my dry lips. "Oh god," I whispered.

He chuckled against my breast. "Your one and only."

He placed his hands on my jeans and slid them over my wide hips. My underwear went with them, and in one deft move too fast for me to see the clothing joined the rest on the floor. His own shirt and pants disappeared, leaving us naked with me astride him. His thick, pulsing manhood teased my wet opening. My heart quickened at the thought of what pleasure we would enjoy together.

Unfortunately, Certus's voice over an intercom interrupted us. "Sir?"

Simon ground his teeth together and growled. He pressed a button on the panel beside us. "What is it?" he snapped.

"There seems to be a car following us. The plates indicate the vehicle is licensed under an alias used by associates of Mr. Eres.. Would you like me to lose them?"

Simon sighed. "It seems our drug-dealing associates have recognized the car from the warehouse. How very careless. Lead them to the house."

My eyes widened and I leaned away from him to get a good look into his face. "Lead them to the penthouse?" I yelped.

"Yes, sir," Certus replied.

"What the hell are you thinking?" I questioned him.

Simon returned his attention to me and chuckled. "We are not going to the penthouse, but to a home owned by one of my many aliases. It also happens to be near the location of one of our prospective partners." His hands grasped my hips and I was reminded of our delicate position. He looked into my eyes and our lust was rekindled. "But where were we?"

I gasped as he slid his thick manhood inside me. My wet walls stretched and embraced him in their heat. He shifted and rubbed against my tingling nub. Hot spasms of pleasure rippled through me.

I leaned my head back and bared my breasts to him. "Oh god, yes," I groaned.

"Mine," was his reply.

He thrusts were agonizingly slow. Each one teased my body with promises of a climax that would consume my body and soul. Our hips rocked together in harmony as we built up lustful momentum. Our sweat-soaked bodies glistened in the dim light. The friction between our union   strained my self-control. I craved-no-I needed more. More thrusting, more pleasure, more of him.

I looped my arms around his neck and pressed our upper bodies closer together. "Please," I groaned.

He looked into my eyes and his were completely red. There wasn't even a black dot in the center. "Please what?" he growled.

My heart quickened. I gasped for breath. "Please take me. Make me yours."

His crooked smile slid onto his lips. "You're already mine."

I shuddered and moaned as he quickened his speed. His thrusts grew harder and faster. The ache inside me consumed my thoughts and swallowed them in a haze of lust and desire. We strained against each other hoping for the climax that was promised in every penetration.

He wrapped his arms around me and pushed faster. I couldn't match his delicious movements. Every thrust stroked my bundle of nerves and sent waves of pleasure through my body. I grasped his head and leaned back. My panting voice chanted our familiar song of love and lust.

"Oh god. Oh yes. Faster. Please faster," I groaned.

He grunted and pressed me against his hot body. I clung onto him and reveled in the feel of him against me and inside of me. He was my everything, and I was his lover, his possession, his plaything. My body and soul craved his attentions, and his sweet, possessive love-making.

The first tingling of my climax raced up my body. A smile slipped onto my lips as I leaned my head back. My eyes saw nothing, but my body felt everything as my orgasm overtook my senses. I cried out my joy to the world.

"Yes! Yes yes yes!"

My lover pressed once, twice, and he came inside me. He slumped back against the seat and I fell atop his sweat-soaked chest. The only sound was our heavy breathing. He wrapped his arms around me and kissed my temple. I looked up and blinked at him, and he coyly smiled at me.