He snapped an arm around her waist and hitched her against him, their bodies colliding. She lost her breath. He ran the back of his fingers down her cheek, the metal of his ring cold against her skin. “From the first time I saw you, I’ve wanted you.”
“Shit, Gunn!” That small admission had the inferno diving south with such ferocity, she gasped, gaining herself a wink from him. It wasn’t helping in the slightest that she’d already slid her hand beneath his T-shirt, across solid abs, her fingertips finding his line of soft hair. She couldn’t stop. Her sights were set on Gunn. They wanted each other. Simple. The attraction was explosive and combustible.
“You make me crazy and excited.” She ought to blush from her admission, but if she got any hotter, she’d burn.
Without a response, Gunn crushed her mouth with his. He grabbed her hips, his erection rock hard against her lower stomach. With his tongue deep in her mouth, she moaned, loving when he took her, towered over her. She’d never admit it out loud, but in his presence, she wanted to be his kitten.
The pressure between her legs coiled, pleasure surging through her. “Make me yours,” she begged in a whispered plea.
A grunt tore out of him as he swiveled her around, her back pressed against his chest. They both stood in the middle of the kitchen, facing the barricaded window. His hand slid down her waist, dipped across her pelvis and cupped the curve of her sex, stealing her breath.
Desperation clouded her thoughts.
“Do you know what you’re asking?” His voice strained as his fingers stroked her through her pants, fueling the growing inferno devouring her. He nibbled on her earlobe, his breath hot and heavy on her cheek.
But a sudden throat clearing from behind them froze them both in place.
Gunn tightened his arms around her, but she pulled free. Within the span of a few steps, the earlier flame burning in her libido fizzled as if someone had drenched her with a bucket of icy water. She staggered to a halt and looked around her. What was going on? She turned to find Nora entering the kitchen. They didn’t react at first, and she couldn’t help but wonder how red her cheeks had turned.
“How are you feeling?” Cyra asked and crossed the kitchen toward her.
“Please pull yourselves together,” Nora said. “We’ll be in the living room when you’re ready.” She disappeared around the corner, though she wasn’t one who had the right to act snooty, considering earlier she was draping herself all over the wall.
Gunn still wore a crazed, amorous look in his eyes.
She lifted her gaze to the mistletoe dangling from the ceiling directly above him.
“Hell!” Her earlier excitement drowned. Not only were they stuck in the house, but, apparently, the mistletoe had lust-inducing magic. Because things weren’t crazy enough?
A reversal spell was a must and fast or they’d end up getting possessed while having sex, because it seemed resisting Gunn was an impossibility in this house.
Chapter 7
Gunn
The fog in Gunn’s brain tugged him in every direction. His attraction to Cyra had intensified to the point where he was ready to throw her over the table and take her. He wasn’t thinking straight with the mistletoe messing up his head and the danger of a demon in the house. Not focusing was how mistakes were made… guilt-ridden mistakes that lasted a lifetime.
A year ago, he’d cornered a possessed man, only to discover he’d been taken over by two demons. Gunn had underestimated the situation, ended up with two broken ribs, and been unable to walk for a month. But what had saved his skin from death was his ability to react fast to the situation. How was he supposed to do that now when he kept turning into a horny bastard?
For weeks, he’d kept his distance from Cyra, told himself she wasn’t his, she could never be his, because if he’d lost Cherri-Anne to a demon, then could he really protect Cyra? But since their first kiss, he was fighting a losing battle. She was everything to him. A second chance.
He tensed at how foolish he sounded. Except his past had changed his life. He’d cut ties with all friends outside of Argos, and focused on destroying demons. Happy endings didn’t happen to people who got their loved ones killed. For that, Gunn deserved to burn in Hell.
“It’s the mistletoe.” Cyra’s soft voice broke through his thoughts.
He glanced up and found a green strand dangling just above his head. The second he moved out from under it, his brain sharpened. But beneath the surface of his mind, his intensity for Cyra remained. Despite the magic imprisoning this house, the overpowering attraction he carried for Cyra choked him. He reached for the mistletoe and wrenched it off the ceiling, ripping it free of the tiny gap it had crawled through in the windowsill.
Cyra pointed to her spell bowl on the counter, filled with burned rubbish. “I think the mistletoe twisted the spell. So when two people stand close, they’re drawn to each other. The plant is an aphrodisiac, and when used in enchantments, it brings out people’s true intentions.”
Despite their situation, he couldn’t help but smirk at Cyra’s explanation. “So you’re into me.” Hell, shake it off, stick to the game plan.
Cyra cocked an eyebrow. “It works both ways.”
“Baby girl, I’ve never denied my attraction to you, just never acted on it.”
Her gaze narrowed as if deciding if his words carried a double meaning, which they didn’t. He said it as it was, though, in all honesty, his simple confession would probably lead to more questions. She seemed the type of girl to prod until she unraveled the mysteries of the universe.
“Why didn’t you act on it?” she asked, chewing
