He held out his hand. “Rent’s due. Overdue, I should say.”
In a flash of desperation, she hatched an idea. “Sure. Come on in.” She stepped back.
He entered, shutting the door behind him.
“Have a seat on the couch. I’ll just go get it, okay?”
He grunted an assent and dropped onto the sofa as sheleft the room, heading to her workshop, her heart slamming in her chest.
It was crazy, but it just might work. He would figure things out eventually, but all she needed was a few more days. She was getting the hay to move—which proved she was close. She probably would have his rent by now if she hadn’t decided to quit her job at the coffee shop to focus full time on alchemy. Oh well, too late to dwell on that now. She picked up her wand and held it in both hands over her heart, drawing on the power of nature, the devic kingdom, and Pan to assist her in this easy magick spell.
Stowing the wand in her back pocket, she walked back into the room. “Here you go.” reached into her pocket as if she were going to pull out the cash. Instead, she whipped out the wand and made a slashing motion at him.Memory erased. Money forgotten. Go home.
It was really more of a Jedi mind trick than fairy magick, but it would work in this pinch.
To her horror, though, Cade did not look confused or forgetful. Instead, he howled in rage, reaching for his feet as if they pained him.
“What did you do?” he yelled.
She looked at his feet and gasped. His leather motorcycle boots were gone, leaving his feet bare. Except, they were no longer human feet. They had turned to flippers.
“Uh… um… I don’t know!” she admitted.
He lunged forward and snatched her up, pulling her to sit on his lap, facing away from him with one hand caged around her throat, the other arm tightly wound around her waist.
“What. Did. You. Do?” His growled question held a lethal warning to it.
For some reason, her body decided this was seduction rather than a serious threat of violence, because it heated,loving the feel of being held tightly by her gorgeous landlord. He smelled of leather and sandalwood and delicious man and while his arm was tighter than a steel band, the hand around her throat hadn’t closed. She could still breathe. So he wasn’t ready to kill her yet.
“I don’t know. Truly.”
He didn’t seem to believe her. “Okay, little witchling. We’ll do this my way.” He lifted her from his waist and flipped her face down over his thighs. His hand crashed down on her ass.
She yelped. “Ow! Hey, you can’t do that!” She squirmed with all her might to free herself of his grasp.
He pinned her legs under one of his and continued spanking. “I can’t? Really? Because it looks to me like I am!”
“No, you can’t!” Her nipples tightened into beads inside her bra. Heat pooled between her legs. She hated how turned on she was getting by his show of dominance. “Stop it! Don’t!”
He kept spanking her, though, ignoring her protests.
“Ow!”
He stopped and she assumed he had finished until she felt his hand under her belly, trying to undo the button of her jeans.
Oh, fate. “No! Way!”
“You’re right, Faye.” He lifted her to standing, facing him.
Her legs trembled, but she wasn’t sure if it was from fear or arousal.
He fixed her with a level stare. “Youpull down your pants for me.”
Her cheeks grew hot. “Go fu—” Something in his look made her stop before the words came out. His golden eyes had a dangerous look, and she swore he had growled like a dog.
Her pussy contracted. This guy had alpha dominance on lock. She drew a breath. “I’m sorry. Look, I’m sorry, I just?—”
He shook his head. “Save your explanation for after your punishment.” His eyes appeared to glow in the light. “I gave you an order, and I want it obeyed. Pull down your pants, witchling. I’m going to spank you on the bare.”
