Disciplining the Beast: Taming the Beast, Book 5 Read Online Free Page A

her heart, one friend to another.
    Fighting tears, Wynona embraced her in return, savoring her touch, warmth, and sultry scent, totally witchy, completely Becca. “Thanks.”
    “You’re welcome.” She rocked them back and forth. “This is only the beginning.”
    Wynona stilled. “Ah, I don’t mean to disappoint you, you’re really hot, but I’m not into women.”
    Becca released her and stepped back. “Neither am I.” She gestured to Eric’s photos. “I’m talking about the others. Don’t move.”
    She buzzed Heather, MJ, Zoe, and Constance.
    Zoe arrived first, hair mussed, one tail of her turquoise blouse hanging from her black trousers, the rumpled look courtesy of an unruly client or a quickie with her guys. “Yo.”
    Becca gestured to Wynona. “Hug her.”
    Zoe stepped away. “What? Why?”
    “She’s not only staff and a friend, she’s family. Go on.”
    Smoke belched from Zoe’s hair.
    Wynona cocked her head. “What’s the matter, you chicken?”
    “I could ask you the same.”
    “Think you’re a real badass, huh?”
    “Think? Ha. I know I am.”
    They’d inched closer with each comment and now stood toe-to-toe.
    Becca cleared her throat loudly.
    Zoe shrugged. “What the hell, I’m game if she is.” She held out her arms.
    They hugged, each giving their best, and finally giggled like sisters.
    Before anything happened with Constance, Wynona needed to lay out the ground rules. “No touching above my neck to remove memories.”
    “I’d only target the nasty ones.”
    “Sadist. Those are the best.”
    Laughing, Constance eased her close. “You’re not going to be alone anymore. We’ll always be here for you.”
    Wynona forced down a swallow. “Same here.”
    “My turn.” Mistress Jin, lovingly known as MJ, prowled close. Before she’d shacked up with Heather and Daemon, she’d lived in his ring. As a genie, she was the poster girl for outrageous sensuality, her long black hair, caramel-colored skin, exotic features, violet eyes, and sensational curves adding to her allure.
    Never one to be shy, MJ snuggled her mound into Wynona’s and groped her ass.
    Heather cleared her throat.
    MJ returned to her and gave Heather a prolonged and noisy kiss, putting the blooms back in her cheeks.
    They faded quickly with her the only one who hadn’t offered a hug.
    Heather’s lingering fear hurt, but Wynona understood. If she’d been a good fairy, she wouldn’t have wanted to come anywhere near a creepy reaper. “You don’t have to ever touch me. We can blow kisses from across the room and call it a day.”
    “Like hell.” Constance smacked Heather’s ass. “Get your butt over there. Nothing happened to us, so nothing’s going to happen to you.”
    “I know.” Heather pulled in her shoulders. “I’m ashamed for acting as I have.”
    “Since when?” Zoe made a face. “You make out with MJ and Daemon all the time while we’re around, and you just now noticed how icky that is?”
    “Wait.” Constance held up her hand. “I thought she meant holding up a cross to Wynona. Even a good fairy should know that crap doesn’t work on reapers. Most of the time it does zip for vamps.”
    “I thought she meant how she apologizes all the time, endlessly too.” MJ took in the entire group before focusing on Heather. “Not necessary, babe.”
    Becca rested her hand on Heather’s shoulder. “I think she means not trusting Wynona, right?”
    “Yeah. I’m so sorry. I should know better. I really feel awful. I’m so—”
    “No biggie. All is forgiven.” Wynona pulled Heather into her arms and hugged her with all the affection she owned. If circumstances had been different, she would have wanted Heather as her parole officer. Putting one over on the sweet fairy would be a piece of cake.
    Mean too.
    Wynona couldn’t do that to these ladies. They were her people now. However, when it came to being bad with Rafael, all bets were off.
    If he returned.
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    Rafael sat on the New