Page 7 of Her Curves, His Fate

“So, what did you find out about him?” They continued their conversation as they steadily filled the drink orders coming in fast and furious.

“He’s here for the pack meeting.” Nora whispered as she tried to deal with her reactions to the stranger. Her body yearned for his touch, the need raw and primal.

“Mmm, doesn’t seem like an ordinary wolf,” Dil observed.

“I don’t think he is.” Their gazes met; Rafe’s locked onto Nora’s. That strange magnetic—hell, magical—force seemed to be pulling them together. Not just mentally. She had to physically stop herself from moving toward him.

Just then, a sudden burst of heat signed her fingertips. “Ow!” Nora yelped, Blinking in surprise, she looked down at the smoldering matchstick that had somehow materialized in her hand. “What the...?”

Dil laughed. “I think that’s fate trying to tell you something mighty hot is about to happen.”

“What?”

“Nothing.” Dil laughed. “Just go to him.”

“Okay.” She took off her apron. “I’ll be back in ten.”

“Whatever.” Dil gave her another smile and turned to wait on another customer.

Rafe was waiting for her at the end of the bar. “Are you okay?” he asked, his eyes widening with concern. He reached over instinctively to check her hand, their fingers brushing against each other.

“Uh, yeah,” she stammered, pulling her hand away. She didn’t want to have to tell him straight off the bat that her magic was a little…strange. This wasn’t about getting together with the big wolf, just a quick…hookup?

Yeah, baby, her body screamed.

“Good,” Rafe replied, relief washing over him.

But just as he was preparing to propose they spend the night together, get to know each other, a strange feeling washed over him. “Did you feel that?”

“Yeah, I did,” Nora shivered, the magic washing over her skin like a warm caress. “I’m not sure…”

The only thing she was sure of was she had nothing to do with whatever that had been. It had felt like a very powerful spell, cast by a very powerful witch. She turned, trying to find Dil in the crowd. Was this what he had sensed? It had definitely been some sort of spell that had rushed through Heaven’s Gates.

“Come on.” She motioned for Rafe to climb over the bar, which he did without hesitation. They hurried to the other end where Dil was just standing there, hands on hips, as everyone in the bar seemed to go wild all at once.

“Did you feel that?” she asked as soon as she reached elf.

“Sure did,” Dil purred, turning her way, mischief brightening his emerald eyes. “I told you something was going to happen.”

As if everyone had received the same order, patrons around them shifted, sudden lust fogging their minds. Hands grabbed, mouths kissed, bodies pressed together in feral need. A siren wrapping her legs around a vampire’s waist and started dry humping him. The vampires were prowling, eyes glowing red. Several wolves were growling and baring teeth at each other. Even the usually docile fae folk seemed on edge, magic crackling from their fingertips.

“Shit,” Nora muttered, taking in the chaos erupting before her eyes. What she had felt had been a spell. A spell was designed to ignite passion and desire. “A mating spell,”

“Yep, that would be my guess. Well, maybe not a true mating spell. But sure as hell a heat spell, if you get my meaning.”

Oh, Nora knew exactly what he meant.

Every being that had felt the spell was now seeing sexual satisfaction—anyway they could get it.

“Yeah,” Rafe agreed with the elf. There had been an odd shift in the atmosphere. “I’ve got a bad feeling about this.”

“Maybe it’s just the full moon,” Nora suggested with a wry smile, trying to lighten the mood. She could feel the power thrumming through the bar. It was primal, visceral— awakening the most basic instincts in the supernatural beings present. “Makes everyone a little loony, right?”

Rafe shook his head. “No, it’s a spell. Don’t you feel it?”

“Uhm.” Before she could explain her strange immunity to magic, and therefore this spell, a loud crash caused everyone to still for just a moment. Nora whirled to see a vampire pinning a faerie against the wall near the bar, fangs bared. She stormed over.

“Not in my bar, Edmund.” She pulled him back with a flick of her wrist.