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out why. With her ability she would be just fine without him. After all, she was the one with a ride, not him. When she'd come just from rubbing his cock like that he'd wanted nothing more than to rip her pants off and plunge into her body. Pumping her hard and fast until she begged for more, or mercy. The force of how much he wanted that shocked him.

His dick twitched in his pants at the thought, which was amazing considering how tight the front of his leathers were right now. Hell, he didn't think he'd ever gotten this hard in his life. His hand ran down the shaft, rubbing it through the leather, imagining her bent over on all fours and begging him to fuck her. To take her for his pleasure.

He laughed. He doubted the little firestarter was up for his brand of dominance. He suspected she would fight him for control every step of the way. It was best to walk away before things got out of hand. Her fire called to his air, creating a storm between them. When her body had heated to the point of burning…she came and his cooling air had kept her flames at bay. This time. But what happened when they actually got naked? What would his magick do when he got inside her? When her fiery heat sucked at his dick?

He shook his head. No, he had to stop thinking of her like that. His brothers would laugh at him right now. Tell him how he'd gone soft on a woman. No way. Not him. He liked a variety of willing women. Always had. He just needed to get this one out of his system. But deep down he suspected that was easier said than done. Not that any of it made an ounce of sense. He couldn't stop thinking about her lips on his, or the way her eyes had softened as her sexual heat built.

He couldn't even work up a good mad for her blowing up his classic Harley. He'd really enjoyed riding on the back of her bike. Her riding skills impressed him, despite the near death accident he'd saved her from.

Grae would be pissed at him. He’d been given a job to do. One he had demanded. Now he stood out in a forest about an hour or so from Boston. This definitely was not the way to impress his family. He looked around the trees, listening for the cars on the nearby highway. Not hearing anything, he realized just how far away he'd gotten from Selene. A sudden sense of something not right came over him. Pain flared in his chest at the sudden leap of his magick. His instinct to protect and defend what was his overwhelmed him.

Danger.

Something or someone not unlike him was close. And getting closer and closer every second as pressure built in his magick, seeking release.

Selene.

Cash turned back in the direction he had come and took off at a dead run. Selene was in danger and he had left her alone. Fucking hell.

Unsure of what to do, Selene paced the area, debating whether to leave Cash stranded here or to wait for his return. That he'd walked off in the first place left her cold and angry. She could still feel his mouth and hands on her body, stirring up her heat once again. Her sex pulsed with the need for more of him, throbbed at the memory of being in his arms.

Lost in thoughts of Cash, Selene didn't notice the interloper moving in on her. Feeling the displacement of the heat around her and the familiar dark emotions, she whirled around, coming face to face with her nemesis.

“Hey, Selene. Getting kind of soft these days, aren't you?”

She so desperately wanted to wipe that smirk off his face. “Hey, Merc. How the hell did you find me so fast this time?”

“Pretty easy when you leave a trail of fire behind you. That kind of thing is going to land you in a lot more trouble than you have with me. For someone who seems so desperate to get away, you sure are behaving recklessly. If I didn’t know better I’d think you wanted me to find you.” He was trying to lull her to him with friendly, casual conversation, but she could still see the deadly menace in his eyes. She suspected he was dying to finish this once and for all.

“What ever you think,” she shrugged. “Shit happens. You've found me again. Now what?”

“That depends on you, sweetheart. We can do this the easy way or the hard way. Which do you prefer?”

“How about my way?” She laughed, noticing that the wind surrounding them had picked up. So much so that her hair whipped around her face. Selene watched Merc's bald head as he too looked around the clearing, watching the wind.

“Looks like a storm is coming, Selene, we don't have time to play tonight.” He raised his right arm, showing the gun that he had trained on her. “And no, I may not be able to kill you, but no one said anything about not maiming you. So think twice, darling.”

With no time to consider her options, Selene pulled her heat, using the psychic energy to form a small fireball about the size of a softball.

“Don't even think about it, Selene. I can fire off a shot quicker than you can hit me with that.”

“Who said anything about hitting you with it?” She hurtled the flaming ball into the night sky above and beyond Merc's head, traveling down the side of the road about a quarter of a mile. With a precision she had perfected over many years, it hit his black Mercedes right underneath the engine, catching the car on fire immediately.

“You little bitch. Was that really necessary? You think I can't control you on your little bike?”

Selene knew she wouldn't be getting away from him right now. No, she would have to wait for