A small smile twisted his lips. “Such a torture, your company.”
She flinched.
“Shh,” he whispered. “Always misunderstanding me.”
“Then make your meanings clear.”
He stepped closer and lowered his head until his mouth was a 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 his feelings—but yes, your appearance shortened his time as a demon.”
Mikayla shook her head. “Nice try, but I don’t buy it,” she said, a blush heating her cheeks. “I practically did a striptease for him last night and he didn’t change back. If he was attracted to me, don’t you think something would have been triggered?”
“Last night was Halloween.” Tamsyn dismissed the protest with a wave of her hand. “With all magic going haywire, there easily could have been something in the air to counteract your spell. Today is the first day we’re seeing the true effects of your incantation.”