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Oh, but how he loved the feel of her pussy walls around his throbbing organ. He was normally an ass man, but Kate’s pussy was a marvel of softness and tightness, like a lush cushion he could get lose himself in forever.

His hips bucked against hers, and he plunged his cock repeatedly into her pussy. She felt . . . soooo . . . damned . . . good. So fucking good. This was further augmented by the vibrations of the ley line beneath them. The old magick was potent. It enhanced every emotion, every sensation. That was why Teddy Mitchell was so quick to anger. Why Shamilar’s penned up feelings for him rose to the forefront again. That woman had not forgotten him – had not stopped loving him.

A fact he would never tell Kate.

Kate.

Oh, Kate.

Glorious, blissful Kate.

I desire you.

I hunger for you.

I love you.

As he fucked Kate, his mouth sealed over hers in a passionate kiss. It was an all-tongues, exploratory kiss – a kiss to tell her he desired her and loved her in as much a way he could ever love a woman. And that it didn’t matter if they couldn’t ever really be together in the long-term because of their incompatible genetics. They were together right now.

He felt the surge of his sap soon enough. Kate was moaning into his mouth – little cries as she shuddered and clutched at his shoulders and squeezed his hips with her strong thighs. He recognized her orgasm when he felt it, and he let himself go as well. His semen shot into her depths, and his climax washed through him from the ground – magnified by everything around him, and by the rapture of the revelers in the circle.

His animalistic instincts soared, and he felt his teeth elongate – to sink into her neck and to crush her. No! He had rein back. Had to control these intensified urges. It was the ley magick, he knew. It brought out the best and worst of him. The hormones coursed through his bones and blood, and he could feel the change coming on inside him.

No!

He had to fight it.

He gripped Kate’s waist so hard that he could hear her cries of pleasure turn into pain.

“Rust . . . please . . . you’re hurting me!”

He fluttered open his eyes in horror. He had to get away from her lest he hurt her. He pulled out of her quickly, his semen still gushing out of his cock in spurts. She fell to the ground before he could contain her.

Get away.

Now.

Turning blindly, he ran away from Kate as fast as he could, feeling his bones turn into the tiger’s as he did so.





18



Rita stared at the gates of the Mitchell Long Island mansion. Private property. Why was she here? Well, she knew from her sources that Rust O’Brien had received an invitation for an annual no-holds-barred party from this estate. A very private party rumored to feature sex and drugs and public nudity.

She was here because she instinctively knew everything was connected somehow, and that the O’Briens were just the tip of an iceberg waiting to be uncovered.

By someone like her.

It would be intense if the Mitchells were also involved in the conspiracy. If there was indeed a conspiracy to cover everything up, which she was sure there was.

She had seen Rust O’Brien’s limo go through the gates much earlier. Limo after limo was admitted. Fancy car after fancy car. No one had come out yet. The party was obviously in full swing.

Then the gates opened.

A Lamborghini Gallardo pulled out at top speed. Rita caught sight of the person behind the wheel. She recognized the blond, tousled head of Teddy Mitchell. He was with someone in the passenger seat beside him.

A woman.

The car weaved slightly, but sped off into the dark lane.

Teddy Mitchell was interesting in a blond, male Lindsay Lohan sort of way, but he was not the type of reporting fodder that she was interested in.

She waited. She could wait all night if she had to.

Five minutes later, the gates swung open again. What? The party was over? This time, the limo Rust O’Brien and Kate Penney had come in appeared, headlights almost blinding her. She could not see who was in the limo because it had darkened windows, but it too disappeared down the lane, en route to the roads which would take it back to the highway. Rita knew Rust and Kate were staying at the Four Seasons.

Would they head straight back there? Or do something that would reveal a little more of who they truly were?

Rita started her car again, and sped after the limo as fast as she could without attracting attention.

Or so she hoped.





19



“You all right, Miss Penney?” Hector said from the front of the limo.

No.

Yes.

No. She didn’t know what to say to him.

She was so bewildered when Rust tore away from her after giving her one of the best fucks she ever had in her entire life. He had pounded into her, and the fiery, sexual atmosphere had driven orgasm after orgasm through her body.