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If she can keep herself alive. Love can be murder…unless it saves your life.
Witchcraft and Arcane Sciences new necromancer on staff on hold after his mentor’s murder, James Merryweather finds himself looking for answers in the one place he never thought to find them. And when a chance encounter leads him to his heart’s desire, will he have the strength to claim the woman he loves before
she’s ripped from his arms forever?
“Something the matter?”
“You didn’t meet me for coffee. I was afraid you’d changed your mind.” His eyes locked with hers and they stopped moving. Her breath locked in her chest and all she could do was stare at his full and supremely kissable lips.
“I’m sorry. Pack business.”
And something had passed between them in the garden at the school. Something that made her want to explore this attraction, even if it was just to get it out of her system.
They’d made it to the edge of the labyrinth in less time than she thought with no sign of the others. Her wolf rolled beneath her skin, desire for him pooling in her lady bits. The urge for some full on revenge sex to show him what he’d been missing out on sizzled through her, but as he reached out to touch her cheek, she found herself leaning forward.
Her wolf cheered.
“Oh.” He brushed a stray strand of hair from the side of her face. “I thought I’d never see you again. Not that I didn’t deserve that after what I did to you.”
“No,” she blurted out, heat creeping up her cheeks. “I really wanted to see you.” And she had. Memories of their first and only chaste kiss as a teenager had grown into a bittersweet remembrance and she wondered what his lips tasted like now.
She nibbled on her lip, aware of her own body tightening in response to his heated gaze. Her wolf circled beneath her skin, as anxious to test their connection as she was.
Why couldn’t she form a coherent thought other than the dirty ones infiltrating her mind? Her wolf wanted him to throw her to the ground, tear off her jeans and mount him. Right here. Right now. She glanced down to find the hard ridge of his arousal evident against his jeans and she swallowed, her fingers itching to work the zipper and feel him against her palm.
What the hell was wrong with her?
“Mmm hmm.” He leaned forward and brushed his lips against hers. “It is.”
His lips were soft and full and she wanted more. The piney scent of him reminded her of the surrounding woods and for a moment, she let the wolf inside her run free and lifted her face to his as he captured her lips again.