Precarious Possessions (Maxwell Investigations) by Dawn Ibanez Page B

arms as he scrapped his teeth against her
skin. “What if I want a Wolf?”
    “Then he said he would convince Dennis.” Alex continued to
manipulate her flesh and tighten the hold he had on her body. “And before you
say it, I don’t care about my Magic. If I lose it, fine. As long as I have you,
I’m good.”
    Claudia closed her eyes as his hands dipped under her towel.
“You always think of everything,” she mused as she rubbed her body against his.
    He groaned as her lithe body brushed against his quickly
hardening member. “I have to. You like to argue.” His fingers found her core.
“Open up,” he breathed into her ear.
    She lifted her foot up to the vanity and reached behind her
body for his fly. “And you like being in control,” she chuckled.
    His pants and boxers fell around his knees as he ripped her
towel away. “You like being under my control,” he countered. He hissed out a
breath as he entered her from behind. “Marry me Claudia,” he breathed against
her skin. As her hand tangled in his hair, he bit down on her neck; hard.
    “Yes!” she screamed before allowing herself to be caught up
in pure passion.
    * * *
* *
    Early morning light filtered through the trees as Troy
slowly woke up. He could feel Madison still tucked in his arms and smiled.
After four long, lonely years he finally has his Mate. He tightened the arm
around her waist as he partially sat up. “Morning,” he said.
    Madison swallowed as she continued to gaze at the wall.
“Morning,” she replied in a whisper. She remained still as he leaned forward
and kissed her cheek.
    Troy pressed a kiss to her shoulder and settled behind her.
“You don’t want me here,” he observed.
    Madison stayed on her side and refused to look at him. “No,
I don’t,” she agreed.
    Troy rolled her onto her back and gazed into her eyes. “I’m
not leaving.”
    She nodded. “I know.”
    He pressed his lips together and ran his fingers through her
hair. “Are you going to talk to me?”
    As she stared into his eyes a rueful sigh escaped her. “Why
did you come back?” she asked in turn.
    “Because I couldn’t let you go.” He continued to stroke her
hair as she reached up and caressed his face. “I tried. But there was something
that kept nagging at me and I couldn’t simply be done with you. Hell, I even
tried to hire a PI to find out more about you.”
    A frown crossed her face. “A Norm PI?”
    He shook his head. “No, another Wolf.”
    “Tried?”
    Before she could react, he leaned forward and kissed her
tenderly. “I mentioned your name and then found out why you’re considered
Maleficent.”
    She remembered their first conversation and found herself
laughing. “And you still wanted to come back?” she asked.
    He chuckled as well, giving her a flash of his dimple again.
“I wanted to come back even more,” Troy confessed. When she rolled her eyes he
leaned on his elbow and gazed at her. “What?”
    Madison hated talking about her life. She also knew that it
was something that had to be done. Either she was going to be Troy’s Mate, or
he would leave her in peace. No matter what she owed him the truth. With a
sigh, Madison sat up and quickly found her shirt. “What did your PI tell you?”
she asked.
    “Nothing much.” Troy
could feel his good mood slowly darkening as she drew away from him. “You’re
the oldest daughter of the Maxwell family. You’re also a Necromancer. You have
a reputation as the Necromancer. When
the Council has a problem they need to solve, more often than not, you’re sent
in to work it all out.” He stood and gently caressed her face. “And for some
reason, everyone’s afraid of you.”
    She slowly nodded as she pulled her shirt on. “They have
good reason to be,” she said before finding her torn pants. She sighed and
moved to the window box. “I don’t fix the Council’s problems. I find a
compromise and force the two sides to take it. If they don’t, I get rid of the
opposing