I went flying back in my chair to hit the wall. I gasped loudly as my head smashed hard.
Instantly, Magnus was there, lifting me to my feet by my throat. “It insults me how you dismiss me as if I am nothing,” he growled. He released me, but the darkness in his eyes never faded. “I respect you by treating you with such care and you treat me with such disrespect.”
“This is treating me with care?” I asked, rubbing my throat.
“You angered me. Do not do it again.” he stated as he ventured back over to the window.
I coughed a little, trying to get feeling back. Spirit came up to assist me and sent a bit of healing my way. I stayed right where I was, a little nervous, a hell of a lot scared, and confused as to how to handle this situation. “What do you want of me?” I whispered.
“I want all of you.” He turned around, and approached me again.
There was an immense pull to him. It was undeniable sex appeal, and it didn’t matter how much I loved Kyden, my body wanted to go to him. I forced my feet not to move, shook the need away, and chose my words carefully as not to upset him. “I’m already taken.”
“For now…”
“For always,” I growled a little.
He caged me against the wall between his arms. “I admire your fierce nature. It appeals to me.” In a move quicker than I could anticipate, his lips captured mine.
My entire body sank against him. His mouth held pure intensity and power as he worked his way into mine. It wasn’t even a question of denying him—I didn’t want to. Within minutes, I was cradled into his body, running my hands along his strong back as his lips moved deliciously over mine with his tongue teasing eagerly.
Like a smack in the face, I woke up. What the hell was I doing? With as much force as I possessed, I pushed him away, gasping for breath.
He smiled, his gaze connected with mine, and it sent shivers of something down my spine. “Why deny yourself? You enjoyed it.”
“What trickery are you playing? What magic are you using?” I snapped. “I don’t want you.”
He shook his head slowly as he stared at me intently. “No magic.”
The look in his eye scared the living daylights out of me. He looked at me as if he just found the answer to something he had been long searching to find. Finally, he released a long, deep breath then waved his hand back to the couch. “Come sit. Let’s discuss the matter you have come here for.”
The sudden change in his demeanor was far from settling. The intensity lighting Magnus’ eyes said one thing—his conquest of me was far from over. “You want the wolf’s soul back?”
I nodded quickly, taking a seat. “That’s right, I do.”
“You know you will owe me if I do this?”
“Yeah I got that much.” I waved him on, eager to get on with this for some many reasons it was hard to count them. “Lay it on me. What’s the damage?”
His lips curved slightly. “There is a Warlock here in the Underworld. He is my only known threat.” Fear sliced through me, knowing exactly where he was going with this. He couldn’t be asking this of me. “After you kill him, I will release the wolf’s soul to you.”
Yup, he asked it. I gulped deeply, and a couple more times after that. “If he is such a threat why don’t you just do it yourself?”
He sighed, annoyed. “He is powerful. I…” he hesitated, looking not at all happy about it, “I am not strong enough to destroy him.”
“And you think I am?” I questioned his mental state. Magnus was full of power, which was an undeniable truth. That he believed that I was stronger was ridiculous.
His expression was as calculating as it was cold. “You can deflect his magic away. I do not hold that ability. You will succeed where I have failed.”
I placed my hands on my forehead, then rubbed my temples. Holy fuck!
“His name is Pye. He is an old Warlock that has long been after my position, and has been a constant enemy.”
“And just how do you expect me to kill him?”
“The plan is a simple one. Pye knows nothing of you—of your abilities. He will not be expecting you to kill him, which gives you the opportunity to take him by surprise.”
This was insane. “Okay, come on, how do