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around her to cup her breast, to pinch roughly at her nipples just the way she needed him to, before he added, “I like them.”
    She laughed in the midst of a moan as he pressed her legs apart, his cock settling between her thighs, his hand stroking her clit. “I thought you were a high heels kind of wolf.”
    “Boots are better to run away in, little witch,” he murmured, near her ear. “And don’t you want to run?” He went down on his knees, and shifted her, until he’d positioned himself so that his back was against the door, and she was in front of him.
    His hands braced her hips and she stared down at him. He slid his finger inside her and she bit her lip. He slid another inside with it. “Or maybe,” he said softly, “you’d rather stay here and let me lick you all over and then do it again. If I remember correctly, and believe me, I do, you like my tongue almost as much as you do my cock.” His mouth closed down on her clit and her knees went weak. She wasn’t running anywhere any time soon, not when they hadn’t even made it to the bed yet.
    ***
    Hours after Aylia had arrived at his room, fully dressed, Nico settled onto the mattress beside her where she lay on her stomach, naked and sleeping. His nostrils flared with the scent of him all over her. His fingers traced the deep scars on her left shoulder; the claw marks from the Rebel wolf who’d attacked her and almost killed her over that damn Coven necklace of hers.
    “Never again,” he whispered, brushing his lips over the marks before pushing off the bed, not allowing himself to look at her. He stopped at the door though, unable to open it, letting his head drop to the wooden surface, but knowing what he had to do.
    Nico straightened his spine, opened the door, and left Aylia there, naked, beautiful, and alone.

Chapter Three
     
    Deuces Wild …
     
    Aylia rolled over in the king sized plush hotel bed with luxurious sheets that were laced with the scent of Nico. She stared at the ceiling, and touched the empty side of the bed where he’d been when she went to sleep. How had she thought she could go to a hotel room to ‘talk’ with that wolf and not end up bent over the bed and every which way afterwards?
    She sat up, the sheet falling to her waist, the cool air conditioning reminding her of how naked she was, and how thoroughly pleasured. She shoved aside the blankets. She deserved last night after he’d held her necklace captive.
    She reached to her neck to touch it and froze. “No,” she whispered. No. No. No. This couldn’t be happening. Her necklace was gone. “You son of a bitch.” She pushed off the bed and rushed to the bathroom. Nico had somehow located her purse and her cell phone and had it delivered, and she was thankful now for that more than ever. She grabbed her cell phone and thumbed through the numbers to punch in his; she had almost deleted it a million times before. He answered on the first ring.
    “Give it back.”
    He laughed, low and deep. “I’m at Benedanti. Come and get it if you dare. Witch.” He hung up.
    ***
    You never doubled down with a werewolf. Aylia should have known deuces were more than wild with Nico. They were dangerous and she’d end up a fool. Oh what a fool.
    That was what Aylia was thinking thirty minutes later as she charged through The Werewolf Society’s cover operation for their headquarters ‘Hotel Italy,’ a witch hunting magic. Her magic that arrogant, no good, alpha wolf had stolen from her. Again. He’d stolen it again. All she had left now was a Genius Book sized ‘after the loving is over’ batch of regret.
    It killed her to know that while she had fallen asleep in his arms, more at peace than she had been any night of the time they’d been apart, that he’d been plotting against her. That she still wore the very clothes that he had so expertly ripped off of her. Come and get it , Nico had dared. He didn’t believe she’d go after him, onto wolf territory where she was no