last long. Lisa would eventually turn to her own kind, when she was ready to settle down again. That was what shifters did.
Considering she was the only female shifter—other than her young daughter and Tanner’s mother—in his vicinity these days, Finn had actually been trying to convince himself that he might be interested in her. It was hard, though, because she’d been with Freddy for so long, that he couldn’t get thoughts of the two of them out of his mind. Plus, she’d always been a little plump, which normally he didn’t mind in the least. But ever since he started spending time in Cecilia’s company, he found himself drawn more and more to females who were tiny and petite—like Cecilia. The thought made him scowl.
Why in the hell was he so damn attracted to her? It was stupid. So they’d been naked together. So she literally fit perfectly with his body. So they showered together. So she’d propositioned him, and then when he pissed her off, she went and climbed into his bed and went to sleep. So she was temptation walking. All very valid points.
But his job was to protect her—at his pack master’s command—and frankly, that command superseded any stupid-ass fantasies he might have of grabbing her and pushing her to her knees and screwing them both blind. In the end, she would still be Cecilia, a frustrating and sometimes annoying lightbearer, and he would still be Finn, a shifter living amongst and attempting to protect the lightbearers from his own damn kind, and—oh yeah—they barely got along.
“Go to Olivia,” she suggested, still angry, those bright blue eyes still spitting fire. He was mildly surprised she wasn’t throwing magic bombs at him by now. She was well and truly riled.
“Hell no,” Finn said. “I’m not running the risk that the queen gets wind of this and then does something really stupid like try to mate us. Hell, Tanner’s so hung up on his own lightbearer mate that he might try to do the same damn thing.”
She gasped as if he’d doused her with cold water, and then she wrapped her arms around herself and fought hard to keep the hurt look off her face. Which hardly mattered, because he could feel her injured feelings.
She wore a pair of his sweatpants that were about seventeen sizes too big, and a T-shirt that was equally as large yet did nothing to hide the outline of her perfectly pert breasts.
He should have suckled them when he had the chance, damn it.
No—he made the right choice. He turned away from the look on her face, because he did not want to feel guilty and therefore do something stupid like pull her into his arms and try to reassure her that he didn’t really mean to be such a jerk.
“I’ll go get our clothes from the beach,” he finally said, with his back to her. “You can probably use your magic or something to dry them off.”
Without waiting for her acknowledgment, he pushed through the door and shifted into the form of a wolf and went charging through the underbrush.
* * * *
While he was gone, Cecilia blatantly wandered through his cottage, snooping as she went. She did it on purpose because she was so angry with him that she wanted to get back at him for saying such mean things to her. Finn struck her as a pretty private guy, so she had no doubt that checking out his personal belongings would definitely piss him off.
She found a box of condoms in the drawer of the bedside table, which didn’t surprise her in the least, although she did wonder with whom he used them. As far as she knew, he only ever left the coterie whenever he went chasing after her. Which meant he was no doubt sleeping with at least one of her fellow lightbearers. She wondered which one, and angrily pushed back at the surge of jealousy. She most certainly did not want to sleep with Finnegan Hennigan, at least, not anymore. Sleeping with jerks—even utterly gorgeous, sexy-as-sin jerks—was not her style.
Next to the box of condoms, she found a feather. She pulled
Considering she was the only female shifter—other than her young daughter and Tanner’s mother—in his vicinity these days, Finn had actually been trying to convince himself that he might be interested in her. It was hard, though, because she’d been with Freddy for so long, that he couldn’t get thoughts of the two of them out of his mind. Plus, she’d always been a little plump, which normally he didn’t mind in the least. But ever since he started spending time in Cecilia’s company, he found himself drawn more and more to females who were tiny and petite—like Cecilia. The thought made him scowl.
Why in the hell was he so damn attracted to her? It was stupid. So they’d been naked together. So she literally fit perfectly with his body. So they showered together. So she’d propositioned him, and then when he pissed her off, she went and climbed into his bed and went to sleep. So she was temptation walking. All very valid points.
But his job was to protect her—at his pack master’s command—and frankly, that command superseded any stupid-ass fantasies he might have of grabbing her and pushing her to her knees and screwing them both blind. In the end, she would still be Cecilia, a frustrating and sometimes annoying lightbearer, and he would still be Finn, a shifter living amongst and attempting to protect the lightbearers from his own damn kind, and—oh yeah—they barely got along.
“Go to Olivia,” she suggested, still angry, those bright blue eyes still spitting fire. He was mildly surprised she wasn’t throwing magic bombs at him by now. She was well and truly riled.
“Hell no,” Finn said. “I’m not running the risk that the queen gets wind of this and then does something really stupid like try to mate us. Hell, Tanner’s so hung up on his own lightbearer mate that he might try to do the same damn thing.”
She gasped as if he’d doused her with cold water, and then she wrapped her arms around herself and fought hard to keep the hurt look off her face. Which hardly mattered, because he could feel her injured feelings.
She wore a pair of his sweatpants that were about seventeen sizes too big, and a T-shirt that was equally as large yet did nothing to hide the outline of her perfectly pert breasts.
He should have suckled them when he had the chance, damn it.
No—he made the right choice. He turned away from the look on her face, because he did not want to feel guilty and therefore do something stupid like pull her into his arms and try to reassure her that he didn’t really mean to be such a jerk.
“I’ll go get our clothes from the beach,” he finally said, with his back to her. “You can probably use your magic or something to dry them off.”
Without waiting for her acknowledgment, he pushed through the door and shifted into the form of a wolf and went charging through the underbrush.
* * * *
While he was gone, Cecilia blatantly wandered through his cottage, snooping as she went. She did it on purpose because she was so angry with him that she wanted to get back at him for saying such mean things to her. Finn struck her as a pretty private guy, so she had no doubt that checking out his personal belongings would definitely piss him off.
She found a box of condoms in the drawer of the bedside table, which didn’t surprise her in the least, although she did wonder with whom he used them. As far as she knew, he only ever left the coterie whenever he went chasing after her. Which meant he was no doubt sleeping with at least one of her fellow lightbearers. She wondered which one, and angrily pushed back at the surge of jealousy. She most certainly did not want to sleep with Finnegan Hennigan, at least, not anymore. Sleeping with jerks—even utterly gorgeous, sexy-as-sin jerks—was not her style.
Next to the box of condoms, she found a feather. She pulled
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