The Wicked by Stacey Kennedy Page B

so random; you could tell that the couples who were dancing together were in fact couples or were courting each other.
     
    Kyden gripped my hips with his hands then brought me even closer toward him and lowered his mouth to mine. He raised his hands to my face and stopped dancing. Well, with his body did anyway. His tongue swirled with mine in a dance all its own. He pressed himself tight against me. His erection sat against my stomach and it took every ounce of control I had not to reach out and touch him.
     
    “Maybe I could get a go of you later, Nexi.” Trefan laughed beside us.
     
    Kyden chuckled against my lips and backed away, then we both looked toward him.
     
    Trefan acted like a love-crazed teenager. He was big into the dating scene and he liked his flings young. The wolf dancing in his arms was no exception—she didn’t even look old enough to be in the club. But considering the trouble she’d be in if she lied, she had to be twenty-one.
     
    “If you behave tonight,” I teased. “Maybe you might.”
     
    Trefan laughed harder, glancing back to his date. “Never mind, I have it good right here.”
     
    The wolf in his arms smiled brightly with adoring eyes.
     
    Kyden grasped my chin forcing my gaze back to his. “I am your focus. Me and nothing else,” he said in his possessive tone.
     
    “As I am yours.” I possessed right back.
     
    He began dancing slowly—crushing his body against mine. I wiggled against him, encouraging him that what he was doing was right up my alley.
     
    As he continued to stare down at me, he ran his hands along my body, keeping me locked in his strong arms. There was something far more intense than the heat burning between us. Something that meant more than my clenching thighs.
     
    It was the way he looked at me now. The possession, the admiration, the satisfaction—it all sent little flutters of love into my heart that brightened everything about this dark club. I reached up, locked my hands behind his neck and said, “I love you.”
     
    He smiled and there was nothing tense about it. It was warm and filled with every ounce of emotion that I had simmering through me. “Right back atcha.”
     

 

     
     

Chapter Six
     
     
    On my way out the door to meet Zia for training the next night, Willow had demanded to be let out of what she called our sorry excuse for a home. Obviously, my little Princess thought she deserved something more luxurious.
     
    When we arrived at the Witches Meadow, an orange and black cat was resting near a birch tree. “Oh, look you have a kitty friend,” I said to Willow.
     
    “That’s Charm, ” Willow said. “ He belongs to that one there. Charm, that’s an even better name than…”
     
    I interrupted her. “Would you just let it go, geesh.”
     
    Charm was bigger than Willow. I could only guess it was because he was male. A thought stumbled its way into my mind and my mouth opened before I had time to really process it. “Do I have to get you…er…fixed?”
     
    Willow glared at me, her little black face squishing into nothing. “Just because you and that thing of yours go at it like jack rabbits does not mean everyone does.” She sniffed deeply and trotted over to rest beside Charm. They appeared to have a short conversation then got down to some serious paw cleaning.
     
    “I didn’t know you had a cat,” I said to Zia when I approached her.
     
    “You aren’t the only one who got trapped by going to Briar’s,” she replied.
     
    We both laughed in complete understanding. Testy little kitties.
     
    Then suddenly, my words to Willow replayed in my mind and my mouth immediately clamped shut as the humor washed away to sheer panic. Jack rabbits—fixed . How could I be so stupid? Kyden and I had never used protection—not once. I hadn’t even thought of it. I instinctively grabbed my stomach. Fear making words impossible.
     
    Zia laughed harder this time, then said, “You have nothing to worry about. You