Seducing The Wolf - By Marisa Chenery Page 0,46

be laying in front of, watching them with a twinkle in her eye. Mrs. Taylor was eighty, if she were a day. Billie felt her face flush at being caught in such a predicament by her elderly neighbor. She hurriedly slid off Royce and stood up.

"Sorry, Mrs. Taylor. I forgot myself there for a moment."

The older lady laughed. "No need to apologize, my girl." She turned to eye Royce as he came to stand next to Billie. "If I were fifty years younger I might have done the same thing. He's quite a looker." She looked back at Billie. "You'd better hold onto this one, Billie. He's definitely a keeper."

"I intend to," Billie assured her.

After Mrs. Taylor closed her apartment door, Billie pushed the elevator button. As she waited for one to arrive, she found herself unable to stop the large grin that started to form on her lips. Royce loved her. That left one thing still up in the air - whether she should try the spell or not. It was a decision she couldn't make lightly. In a way, it had worked out to her advantage that she would be seeing Roxie and Taryn later. She could get the lowdown on exactly what to expect if she went through with it. Talking to them, and then going to have a talk with her father the next day, Billie figured she'd be more than ready to make her decision.

* * * *

After making room in his closet and emptying out a couple of dresser drawers for Billie to use until they moved hers from her apartment, Royce lay propped up on the bed and watched her put away her clothes. He felt content, something he hadn't felt in a very long time. Billie filled a void inside him, one that had been created when Alicia had died. When he had taken Belinda in to raise as his daughter, she had filled some of it, but not all. Then she had grown up, gotten married and had a family of her own, leaving him to live alone once again. Now he had Billie.

Even though he was happy and felt as if his life was back on track, there was still one niggling question that wouldn't go away. Yes, he had Billie as his mate, but for how long? A mortal's lifespan was so much shorter than a werewolf's. He wanted her with him for the thousand or so more years he was sure to have left. The spell was the only thing that could give them that, if it would actually work on Billie. He knew the decision would have to be hers though. He would never push her into to it if it wasn't something she wanted, but it would make things better for them. It would also give Billie a fighting chance if Gren, or any other werewolf of his ilk, ever decided to go through her to get to him. As a mortal, she wouldn't stand a chance.

Lost in thought, Royce at first didn't notice Billie had finished and was now standing by the bed looking down at him. "What had you off in la-la land?"

"Nothing."

"It must have been important enough that you didn't hear me ask you what time we had to be at Belinda's. You were so deep in thought I bet I could have taken off all my clothes and done a dance and you wouldn't have noticed."

Royce wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her down onto the bed with him. "I think I would have noticed that. You definitely would have gotten my attention."

"I should hope so. I don't dance naked for just anyone you know."

"The only person you'll be dancing naked for from now on will be me." He buried his face into the crook of Billie's neck and growled as he held her closer to his body. "Maybe you'd like to do a little naked dancing right now."

Billie arched her neck to give him better access to it as he dragged his tongue along her skin. "What time do we have to be at Belinda's?"

He moved down her body and pressed wet kisses against the hollow of her throat. "We have to be there by six." She shifted against him as she turned her head to look at the bedside clock.

"If that's the case, we're going to be late if we don't get a move on. It's almost six now. So no, there's no time for hanky-panky."

"Not even for