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was the kind of reaction
he hoped for.
    “Aren’t you going to take off your
hat? You know I can’t remember a time you didn’t have a hat on. Is
your hair weird or something? Do you have a bald spot?”
    “No, I don’t have a bald spot. I wear
the hat to cover my ears because it’s cold.”
    “You don’t have some kind of hat
fetish do you? Are you going to sleep like that?”
    JP sighed. “Susan aren’t you going to
take off the long underwear?” This was not what he pictured for the
first time he took his Destined One to bed. He’d thought of
something a little more palatial, after all, he was a Fae Lord. Not
that Susan realized that, though he was sure she could see through
his glamour spell.
    Still, he had worn a hat to hide his
ears while around her and there wasn’t another Fae for thousands of
miles. The witch-kind couldn’t see through his spell, so they
probably never mentioned his ears. Susan didn’t even know about
lycans until six months ago, so Fae were probably not even on her
radar. He looked closely at her face and noticed the blush on her
cheeks. She looked everywhere but at him. Was she
nervous?
    “Honey, what’s wrong? You do want to
cement the bond in place don’t you? It would be better to have this
done with before we head out onto the ice.” Her jaw clenched.
Whoops, wrong choice of words. “I meant, we’d both be more
comfortable with each other.” She stiffened. Great Goddess, he
messed this up! She stood and pulled the covers back and then
climbed into the small bed and pulled the blanket up to her chin.
Okay, this was not good.
    Jean-Paul turned off the light. Like a
wild wolf, Susan’s eyes reflected the light from outside and
glowed. He walked around to the other side of the bed and slipped
under the covers.
    Susan rolled away from him until she
was on the very edge of the bed. Sighing, JP wrapped an arm around
her and dragged her back into his body. He lay spooning her, his
nose buried in her neck. He waited, holding her until she began to
relax. She was tired, but she wasn’t sleeping until he let
her.
    “I love the way you smell like ripe
peaches. My mouth waters to take a bite out of you.” He nibbled at
her ear and neck. She squirmed, but didn’t pull away. He took her
earlobe into his mouth and sucked on it. She leaned back into him,
a sweet little sound coming from her throat. His lycan mate played
hard to get, but she was interested.
    His hand pushed underneath her shirt
and found her nipple behind the lace of her bra. He pinched
lightly, letting the roughness of the lace tantalize her skin. She
sighed. He pushed the shirt higher, baring her other breast before
caressing her again. He scooted backwards and rolled Susan toward
him onto her back. “Lift up,” he insisted, as he pulled the shirt
from her body.
    He caressed her milky white skin.
Finding the front clasp, he freed her breasts with a quick flick of
his wrist. As the bra fell open, he leaned over to kiss her
collarbone and then slowly licked her skin, moving lower until he
reached her nipple.
    She pressed up, begging him for
attention. He only licked around the nubbin and then blew across
it, watching as it tightened even more. He lay partially over her
and her hands went to his head. Finding his stocking cap, she
pulled it off and flung it to the floor. Her fingers quickly
entangled in his hair. He leaned across to her other breast and
licked at the nub. She tugged on his hair. Giving her what she
wanted, he sucked the nipple into his mouth. His tongue lapped at
her flesh before his teeth pressed down. She whimpered and
squirmed. He loved how responsive she was.
    He ran his fingers gently across her
abdomen and then lightly scratched her skin. The differing
sensations sent shivers up her spine His hand traveled lower to the
waistband of her pants. He slipped a finger under the elastic and
lightly ran it around to her hip and back. She squirmed. Her breath
coming faster.
    Pushing his hand under the