Wickedest Witch by Eve Langlais Read Free Book Online Page A

Petersburg in the Catherine Palace. Grandfather had originally wanted Alexander Palace, home of his old friend Tsar Nicholas II, but her mother had argued it lacked the extra size and presence the Catherine Palace would provide. How they managed to secure it for use Evangeline didn’t ask. Needless to say, the setting would be beyond lavish with the gilded ballroom and expansive with its dozens of rooms and hundreds of invited guests.
    This assignment could end up tricky. What fun! She did so enjoy a challenge—and the possibility of violence.
    “I trust the two of you can work out the rest of the details,” said Rumpelstiltskin, standing up to the signal their meeting was ended. “I’ll want to speak with you both a day or so before the ceremony itself so you can present your plan of defense. In the meantime, please don’t kill each other. It is so much more fun to watch you spar.” With a snorting laugh, their employer left them, and suddenly, the cavernous office seemed too small, Ryker’s presence crowding her.
    Awareness , once again, of his body made her flush. She tried to keep her gaze away from him, but something about him just drew her eyes and she once again noted how his jeans molded his muscled thighs. The thickness of his arms and width of his chest teased her. The memory of his kiss, burning hot and oh so arousing, kindled a fire low in her belly. Damn it all if she didn’t wet her panties a little at the thought of his agile tongue visiting a place south of her mouth. Good thing her glamor hid her so he couldn’t see her flushed cheeks or poking nipples. But she’d forgotten about his other senses.
    He sniffed the air and gave her a slow grin. “I smell something good .”
    Fucking shifter can s cent my arousal. Time to get out of here before I do something stupid. Like kiss him again. Or worse.

Chapter Seven
    Jeans suddenly too snug, Ryker almost grabbed the witch again so he could see his plump dream goddess. He’d nearly expired of shock when he’d discovered the witch from the bar and his fantasy babe were one and the same. It had taken a lot of will power not to take her right then and there. The mating urge rode him hard once he realized who she was. It still did.
    He could even picture it, her delicious body denuded and bent over, welcoming his hard thrusts. If they’d not gotten interrupted , he wondered just how far he could have seduced her. He could tell by her scent that she desired him, much as it annoyed her. Actually, his lack of control annoyed him too. The woman truly was a witch. But hornier than he’d ever been, he couldn’t seem to help himself. He found himself unwillingly drawn to her like a fly to a Venus fly trap, and when the jaws snapped shut...
    Damn, I’ll bet the pleasure is worth the pain.
    Maybe he should try for another kiss.
    As if she’d read his mind, she jumped up from the chair she’d ensconced herself in and departed with a brisk walk. Ryker followed at her heels, wishing she’d drop the fake image so he could see what her real ass looked like. He bet she possessed a sweet jiggle.
    His beast, awake and pacing since he’d walked into new client’s office and seen her, kept urging him to pounce on her and bite her neck. Not something his inner kitty had ever wanted to do before, probably because he’d never met the woman meant to be his mate.
    But a witch? Really? Perhaps he was mistaken and he just suffered from a case of lust. Or intense blue balls. He’d have to find a way to bang the little witch, get her out of his system, and then see where he and his cat stood. Of course, to do that, he’d have to get her alone. And soon before he died of sexual frustration.
    “When do you want to get together and plan our itinerary?”
    She whirled without warning and he bumped into her. She stumbled and he shot his hands out to steady her, the skin-to-skin contact breaking her glamor spell again. Cute as a button and plump as a juicy berry, she looked up