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around, bracing for another attack. How stupid could I be? I’d forgotten all about the fireball that had struck my car. Banshees couldn’t project fire. Something else had been with her.
    I scanned the area, sweeping past the ice patch I’d created, the silent trees that stood like gnarled soldiers all around me, and the carpet of dead leaves that crunched beneath my feet.
    A groan came from a tangle of bushes about twenty feet away on my left. I clenched my hands into fists, and a spell was ready on my lips for whatever might leap out at me. No attack came, only another mumble of pain.
    Maybe whoever was in there had been battling the banshee and had no wish to fight me. Still, I had to be prepared. I headed toward the sound, ready to defend myself.
    I stepped through the bramble. Stretched out on the ground before me was the unconscious, naked body of a man.
     
     
    I KNEW I should check to see if he was okay, but I could only stand there, transfixed by the man’s stunning beauty. He looked to be in his midtwenties. Claw marks scratched crimson tracks across his pale, bare flesh, but it didn’t detract from the innate attraction that shot through me like a rocket.
    He had obviously been fighting the banshee and hadn’t been winning. Why did I suddenly want to find a spell that would bring that wicked fae back from the dead so I could kill her again?
    I rubbed my temples. Where was all this outpouring of emotion coming from?
    I took several deep breaths to clear my mind before kneeling next to him. His pulse was normal, and besides the cuts, he didn’t look to have any serious injuries.
    That was good. I ran my hands along his broad shoulders, over the Celtic tattoos that encircled his strong biceps, and down his flat, chiseled stomach. A few inches from his cock, I stopped and withdrew. He was hurt and needed medical help, not for me to help myself.
    I shook my head, forcing the inappropriate thoughts and lustful urgings from my mind. I had to maintain control.
    “Tell me your name, warlock.”
    I started. I’d been so busy ogling his naked body and his perfectly sized prick that I hadn’t even realized he’d awoken. I prepared to answer, but then I gazed into his eyes. They were a deep, vivid green that reminded me of the sea glass that washed up on the coast. “M-My name’s, uh,” I stammered. Since when couldn’t I remember my own name?
    An impish smile danced upon his pale pink lips. It held all the confidence of Ben’s smile without the cockiness. It made me unbearably thirsty. “Take your time.” He placed his hand on my thigh. If I’d been butter, I would have melted.
    “I’m Thaddeus,” I answered, suddenly remembering. “Thad.”
    He sat up and cupped my cheek in his palm. “Thank you for your help, Thaddeus.”
    “Any time,” I said with a smile. To my surprise, I meant it. Both the words and the smile, and I didn’t even have to fake either of them.
    “Just breathe,” he said as he stood. I still knelt before him, my gaze wandering from his entrancing eyes to his cock. It was a good seven inches and sprouted from a small thatch of black hair. Since his dick dangled only a few inches from my face, all I would have had to do was move forward slightly to take the entire length of his shaft down my throat.
    He towered over me, a sparkle glinting off his bottle-green eyes. “Here,” he said, offering me his hand. “Let me help you up.”
    When his hand closed over mine, I couldn’t stand. My legs had turned to noodles. “I can’t,” I replied. “I don’t know what’s happening to me.”
    His grip grew tighter, and he pulled me to my feet. I lost my balance and fell into him. He wrapped his hands around my waist and pulled me against him. A low moan escaped my throat. I should be naked right now too.
    “You must focus,” he said. No anger flashed in his eyes, only concern and a hint of amusement. He’d no doubt had this effect on others. “Remember why you are here.”
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