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her pelvis up to him. She was so close. Her
breath came in harsh pants. Ciar responded to her urgency, matching her
desperation with his own. They moved together, driving toward completion.
    With a last strong thrust, Mikayla broke apart in his arms.
Her cry echoed in the room as her climax crashed over her. Pleasure more
intense than anything she’d ever experienced washed away all coherent thought.
All she could do was grip Ciar as she rode the waves of her orgasm.
    Even after the pleasure had crested, Mikayla twitched in the
aftermath. By her side Ciar watched her with pleasure-glazed eyes.
    Mikayla turned her head to see him, smiling weakly.
    “Well, witch,” he murmured, trailing a finger along her jaw.
“We should have done that much sooner.”
    “Says the man who kept us apart,” she replied, still
breathless.
    He grinned and rolled closer. Mikayla smiled as he pressed a
light kiss to her lips. “My abject apologies.”
    She grinned. “As long as you do this again, I’ll forgive
you.”
    “Promise,” he replied, wicked plans dancing in his eyes.
    He leaned back down to kiss her and Mikayla heard the
telltale “poof” signaling the end of his transformation.
    Mikayla sighed as the poodle appeared next to her. Looked
like the magic had worn off and their time was up. Ciar whined in frustration
and Mikayla couldn’t help agreeing.
    “At least we got through the good part,” she told the dog as
he snuggled up to her side.
    Mikayla closed her eyes, absently stroking his soft fur. A
smile curved her lips. Maybe there was a chance she could be the one to break
the spell.
    Even if it was only a tiny one.

Chapter Five
     
    Morning sunlight flooded through the room as Ciar rested his
head on his furry paws, watching the woman sleeping by his side. Normally he
wasn’t the kind of demon who enjoyed staying in his lover’s bed all night. It
was too personal, it made things complicated too fast. But with Mikayla he
hadn’t been able to tear himself away. Not even after she’d slipped into such a
deep sleep she never would have known he’d left.
    What is it about this woman? he wondered for the
hundredth time. There was a reason he kept all his relationships superficial.
Life was easier that way. And safer all around.
    Except nothing was ever simple with Mikayla.
    He closed his eyes, remembering the last time he’d felt this
way. It had nearly destroyed his family and sent him into exile. No, nothing
good came from caring for lovers. He’d learned his lesson, hadn’t he?
    Mikayla shifted by his side. Ciar turned back to her,
helpless to do anything but enjoy the last few moments of quiet. Her sleeping
face was relaxed in a peace he never saw during the day. Usually worry filled
her eyes or, when he was lucky, lust. But she never looked as unguarded as she
did now.
    Her brown hair was tangled around her face and he longed to
brush it away but for that he needed hands, not paws. He was still figuring out
this cursed spell, but the limits were frustrating. Three times the magic had
recharged enough to allow his transformation during the night and each time, he
and Mikayla had made the most of it. The memory made him smile as much as a
poodle could. She was glorious, his witch, even more so naked and writhing in
pleasure. What he wouldn’t give to claim his true form now and wake her
properly. Surely the spell would recharge soon. He just had to wait it out.
    In sleep Mikayla clutched the pale-blue sheet to her chest
but it rode low on her hips. He wondered if he could pull it down with his
teeth without waking her. A night should have been enough to purge her from his
system, but he wasn’t even close to being done with her. He might never be.
    Ciar sighed softly. Mikayla was twisting his whole world
around. Why was he so willing to forgive her for it?
    He rested his head on his paws and settled in to wait for
her to wake. It should have been a chore, but instead Ciar found he enjoyed the
stolen moments. It was