Desire flared in my body as I watched them. Is it wrong that heat pulsed between my legs as Arthur’s fingers circled her wrists?I wonder what it’s like to be pinned down, completely at their mercy…
Argh!This spirit magic was messing with me worse than ever. Before, when I was watching Blake, all I could think about was how good he felt sliding between my legs in my dreams.And that kiss…I rubbed my lip where the taste of him still lingered.
I should have been afraid, but my whole body tingled, begging for more.
How am I going to live like this? We’re in a life-or-death situation and my body is too busy getting flustered to focus. I don’t like this.
Except, I kind of do like it.
Argh, my head and my heart and my hormones were all messed up with magic.
“Can you give us a hand?” Corbin grunted at Blake as he pushed his weight against Dora’s back.
My tongue wet my lip.Yes, please.
“I’m a little busy at the moment.” Blake licked fat and juices from his fingers.
“Busy finishing off our dinner,” Arthur mumbled.
Blake’s eyes lit up. “Does that mean we have to send out for food? Can we get curry? You have no idea how much I’ve been dreaming of curry?—”
“Well, fiddle-de-dee for me.” Flynn raced into the room, a pair of now filthy babies bouncing in his arms. “I’m a genius. I’ve smeared the wee babes with filth and the garda are on their way—” he stopped short as he noticed Arthur and Corbin sitting on top of Dora. “What in Mary Mother of Jesus is going on in here? Why is Dora on the floor and that fae bastard eating the roast?”
Dora bucked her body up, throwing Corbin backward. He slammed into Arthur, knocking them both off balance. Dora twisted around – surprisingly spry for a woman in her golden years – and grabbed the knife off the floor. She screamed as she thrust at Flynn’s leg.
This time, I froze completely, my heart leaping into my throat.
“Argh!” Flynn yanked his leg back, tucking the babies into his chest and wrapping one arm protectively around them. He shoved his other hand into Dora’s face, and let rip a great gush of water. Dora’s screeches turned to gurgles as she struggled against the stream.
“Hold her down,” Corbin yelled. He and Arthur flattened themselves against Dora’s body again.
“Save the roast!” Blake held the leg aloft and leapt out of the way as a jet of water slammed into the sofa behind him.
Once the guys had her down again, I forced my legs to move. I darted forward and kicked the knife across the floor, well out of reach.
“Let go of me, you foul witches,” Dora screamed. “The king will roast you alive. He’ll devour your entrails and…boys?”
All the venom left her voice.
“Is that you, Dora?” Corbin asked, bending down in an attempt to look at her eyes. He couldn’t see without loosening his hold on her.
But I could.
I crouched down and peered into Dora’s face. Her eyes were wide, terrified, filled with pain.
“My hip…” Her voice cracked. “I think I’ve damaged it. Please…let me up.”
Corbin looked unconvinced.
“Dora’s back.” I slid onto my knees. “Let her go.”
Corbin and Arthur slid off Dora. Corbin placed his hands under Dora’s shoulders and lifted her up.
“I’m so sorry we had to do that,” he said. “You were having a seizure. You were saying strange things and you didn’t seem to know what you were doing?—”
“I wasnot,” Dora said, her voice cracking. “I am in perfect control of my faculties, young man. And the fact you’re trying to pass this off as some kind of senior moment frankly demonstrates that harlot of yours has you totally underherspell.”
“Excuseme.” I folded my arms across my chest. “These are grown men who know their own minds. They aren’t under anyone’s spell and they don’t need a mother fussing and telling them what’s good for them. And who even uses the wordharlotany more?”
