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glowing with white light, “Like this.”
    Squealing, I step back, but his hand shifts too fast, pressing my hips up against his, capturing me hard up to him, “Don't be afraid.” Dipping his head, he whispers in my ear, “Have you ever been loved by an angel?”
    “ No sir.”
    Oh Jaysus! This isn't happenin' ta me.
    A hand hotter than temptation curls around my chin, holding it up, and I'm so stuck inside the muscular straitjacket of his arms that I can't withdraw when plump soft lips press against mine.
    I know I'm sahposed ta be putting up a ruckus, but I juss can't find the will ta resist. He's just wonderful and hard, strong and radiating heat, his eyes glowing like beacons in the sky, leading the wise men ta baby Jaysus.
    Lost inside those incredible eyes, dizzy with his touch and the way his tongue is licking across mine, his insistent lip hold sucking on my lip, I couldn't move now if there was a rattlesnake shaking warning right behind me. Lightning striking my skirt couldn't get me ta move this second.
    When a hand moves the hair off my neck and another hot hard body presses up against my back, if they weren't sandwiching me between them I'd keel right over.
    The lips on my neck bolt maniacal insanity right into my bloodstream. I'm suddenly too hot, my limbs too wobbly, the craziness churning my head with vertigo and a shiver crackles right on through me, making me gasp in Jo's mouth.
    Oh momma! I'm surely going ta hell for this. Angels or no angels.
    Seithe presses his leather trousers up against my hiney, leaning his hips in hard when he bites my neck, synchronized with Jo biting my lip and his thumb nicking softly back and forth over my nipple.
    Oh momma! Save me! Jo sure picked the song fer this. If anyone evah found out they'd sure have plenty ta talk about.
    *
     
    Jowendrhan:
     
    What are we doing Jo?
    Having fun, what the hell does it look like, I reply telepathically.
    Let's take her to Pravus.
    Choking back a laugh, I know that will reel her mind like a spilling spool. And then?
    And then we do this in style.
    You're on. You grab her neck, I'll grip her hips.
    On three.
    Ayup , I confirm to Seithe.
    One, two, three.
    Lifting her up, knowing he has her leaning up against him for support, we dissipate from her living room, coalescing inside Pravus.
    Knowing she's about to scream I smother her mouth with my own, stroking her throat, relishing the pulse tripping in her neck. Fisting her honey blond hair, I hold her tight until I know her legs are firmly back on solid ground.
    Carefully disengaging, I speak into her ear to be heard over the pumping music, “Angels don't need cars. We couldn't ruin your night, so we've brought you to Pravus.”
    Seithe yanks her from me, spinning her so she collides with his chest, laughing at her squeal, corralling her into his arms and dancing her away from me.
    Taking the gap, I vanish, moving to the bar to get that girl something strong enough to dull her panic.
    Darise grins at me, “Well look what the storm dragged in.”
    “ Three Pravus Potions, stat,” I smirk, snapping fingers at my older brother.
    “ Got company?” he arches both eyebrows, pushing three goblets my way brimming with the H bomb.
    “ Yessiree. Seithe and Sherry.”
    “ Who's Sherry?”
    “ A damsel in distress, soon to be a damsel in undress.”
    “ As long as it's not under duress,” he winks at me.
    “ As if,” I smile, lifting the goblets and reappearing back on the dance floor just as Seithe circles her back to my point of exit.
    Reaching over her shoulder he grabs his drink, twisting her round so fast she slaps a packing rack into my torso. Stooping, I catch her mouth with mine, tonguing her fast to keep her silent, then snapping back and placing the drink against her lips, tilting pewter to chase the potion into her mouth.
    “ My gosh!” she gasps, holding to me and the goblet, drinking obediently.
    I wink conspiratorially at Seithe; his eyes are glowing with anticipation. He