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any woman to resist him. Fae females were as free with their bodies as the males, and sex was something to be shared and gloried in. There was no wasted time or effort. If they wanted, they took.
    Mortal women were different, of course. Entranced by the power surrounding a Fae male, they were attracted almost instantly and just as easily seduced. Culhane had seen other Fae males indulge with mortal females, though he’d never bothered himself. For Culhane, they seemed to be far more trouble than they were worth. As powerful and ancient as he was, human women—Maggie in particular—could reduce him to wanting to tear his own hair out in frustration.
    Most mortal women wanted to talk about their feelings . They wanted to be courted, romanced, and at the same time, they wanted to be treated as equals when any fool knew that could never be so.
    It was a male’s duty to care for and protect his woman, whether she wanted him to or not.
    Human males, though, to ease the pain in their groins, had been reduced to placating their women, to giving in to their silly demands and notions. The males pretended to feel equality when what they were thinking was, Lie back and let me have you . They played word games, hiding their true natures in order to provide their women with the illusions they craved.
    By the gods, he would be damned if he would play according to their rules. He was Culhane. Immortal Fae. A Fenian warrior of such repute, the mere mention of his name was enough to send chills down the cowardly spines of his enemies. And he’d curse his own name before he’d surrender his pride for the sake of any woman.
    Even Maggie.
    “Blasted woman wants me, too. Does she think I don’t feel the strength of her desire pushing at me?” He saw it in the way she walked, how her breath quickened when he was near. He watched her lick her full lower lip and it took all of his legendary strength to keep from licking it for her.
    But he had his pride. And when Maggie came to his bed, it would be because she asked for it.
    “Though she’d damn well better ask soon.” His patience was wearing thin.
    Only that morning, while he watched her as she perched on her silly ladder and reached out to paint her ridiculous pictures on glass, her shirt had pulled up from the waist of her jeans and he’d been mesmerized by the exposed inch or two of her taut, firm belly. He’d noted the way her soft T-shirt had molded to her breasts, how her jeans molded lovingly in all the right places to her long, shapely legs. And his mouth had watered.
    The woman was killing him inch by slow inch.
    He stalked across the room, stared out the window at the training grounds far below him and idly watched as his warriors staged mock battles with swords and knives. The clang of steel on silver rang out. A sharp wind slid through the open window and lifted his long hair from his shoulders, cooling his skin but doing nothing to cool the fires burning within.
    Maggie’s face rose up in his mind and everything in Culhane tightened even further. How was it, he wondered, that a mortal woman could make the mighty Culhane nothing more than a slavering beast?
    And now, thanks to Quinn getting her sister with child, Maggie was bent even further on distancing herself from him! By the gods, his cock would rot and fall off if he didn’t use it soon.
    “Damn woman will be the end of me.”
    “Our Queen remains unmoved by the great Culhane, then?”
    He spun into a crouch, his hand slapping at the handle of the silver blade he kept at his waist. But an instant later, Culhane cursed, straightened, and said, “You’ve no call to be here, McCulloch.”
    The warrior only smirked at him. He’d noticed to his own irritation that since Maggie had taken the throne, even his own men were want to chuckle at his frustrations. Only the bravest—or the most foolhardy—dared show him their amusement, though.
    Keiran McCulloch shook his head and smoothed one hand across the neatly