Disciplining the Beast: Taming the Beast, Book 5 by Tina Donahue Read Free Book Online Page B

for a funeral director, his complexion pastier than the Pillsbury Doughboy’s, features appropriately skeletal, hair colorless and lank.
    He took in her leather bodysuit, cut low on top and snug everywhere else. With her four-inch heels, she towered over him.
    He stared at her boobs. One deep breath and those suckers would pop out.
    “Hey there.” She stepped closer, hips swaying. “I’m Wynona.” She slapped her hand on the back of his neck and tugged him into her. “What’s your name?”
    Heather choked and coughed.
    His gaze darted to Heather and then back. “Ah…”
    “Take your time.” Wynona stroked his onyx tie. “We can get acquainted in your treatment room.”
    With her arm firmly around his waist, she moseyed down the hall, her hip bumping his ribs.
    He cleared his throat. “You’re a friendly one, aren’t you?”
    “Are you complaining?”
    He ogled her breasts. The mounds bounced merrily with her steps. “Will mortal babes be like this with me after I go through the program?”
    Only if he had massive plastic surgery and came out looking like Rafael. Fat chance of that. Becca would probably have to call her mom, a celebrated witch from a respected coven, and get a cosmic potion from her. Not that this dude’s new appearance would change anything. He’d still be a reaper. “You do understand, with mortals you can look but not touch, unless you’re claiming them forever.”
    “Totally. But it would be nice to have them running after me for a change rather than chasing them while they shriek, sob, and pray for me to go away. Does shit for my ego.”
    She understood where he was coming from and yanked him closer. “I’ll do my best to see that you’re not only utterly satisfied, but deliriously so.”
    “Wow, this is some service.”
    “You haven’t seen anything yet, but I swear you will.”
    Stefin, Taro, Anatol, and Zoe looked over. They huddled in front of her treatment room, clearly tonight’s audience. So be it. She’d put on a real show for them. Once Rafael learned the particulars, he might sprout some gray hairs.
    Let him feel like a loser for a change. Dismissed. Unwanted. Forgotten.
    Zoe bared her teeth, her attempt at a smile. Taro and Anatol slapped on their friendliest faces. The stuttering flames in their eyes told the truth. They still feared or disliked her. Stefin arched one eyebrow and glared.
    Zoe drove her spike heel into his foot.
    His eyes rolled into the back of his head. Once he’d recovered, he offered a pained smile.
    Wynona steered the reaper to the doorway and cupped his scrawny ass, making certain everyone saw what she did. “This way, hon.” She directed him into the room and squeezed his butt.
    He shot to his toes. “Damn, that feels good. Can you give me something to make mortal women do that?”
    “Sorry, no. They can’t touch you either unless they have a death wish. But I can help you relax.”
    “I’m horny, not uptight.”
    “You will be once the program starts. Let’s nip those nasty feelings in the bud.” She spun him around and hauled him close, their thighs touching. “No tongue, understand?”
    “What?”
    “Quiet.” She claimed his mouth.
    He jerked, parting his lips.
    She clenched her teeth and pinched the skin on his ribs, twisting hard. He moaned, clamped his mouth shut and played dead, the same as a virginal bride.
    Praise the Lord. He wasn’t the world’s worst kisser, but no freaking way was he Rafael. His mouth had commanded, lips embraced, tongue conquered and satisfied.
    Damn him. Tears burned her eyes. She squeezed her lids tighter and hardened her feelings. Rebels didn’t bawl like little girls with broken hearts. They got through the worst crap and did more than survive. They thrived.
    She cupped the package between the reaper’s legs.
    He gasped. So did someone else. Given the gravelly sound, it had to be Zoe. A flurry of whispers followed.
    Good, Wynona had shocked them, including the reaper. He got over his