Wolf Magic: A Fantasy of Werewolves and Witches in the Twilight Read Online Free

lips.
    Plump, juicy, kissable lips.
    He was lupine, after all.
    She sighed. "If you're finished staring at my tits, is there anything else I can provide for you other than a cheap thrill?"
    She didn 't fear him.  Humans usually feared him – especially female humans.
    She put her hand on her hip. "Wait here yourself. I've got business to handle."
    He scanned her body then glanced in the direction she 'd pointed. "That building?"
    " What'd I just say? God, wolves are so damn impossible sometimes."
    " How did you know?"
    " You must be the one I'm supposed to keep watch on. Marcus, or something like that, right?"
    Nodding, "Yeah, Marco."
    " Great. You're coming home with me."
    " I am?"
    " Did I stutter? Yes, you are. Your pack warned me you were young.  What are you, seventeen?"
    " Twenty-one," he stammered.
    Feeling like an idiot, he watched her take his hand. "Put this in my hand and I'll walk you back home with momma."
    He gave her his hand.
    But she took his lips. He had nothing to do with it. Honest.
    Her lips sealed over his, her mouth pressing softly into his at first, before gentle pressure built up and his head felt light. Her hand running through his dirty hair stirred up the garbage stench.  It also stirred him below the belt, making his pants too tight.
    His lips were bruised but he didn't care.  She broke from the kiss.
    " My sweet goddess," he felt tired now, his legs giving out under him. "Not again.  What's your name?"

C HAPTER 3
     
    Marco woke and groaned. He finally opened his eyes and winced at the throbbing in his head.  He surveyed his surroundings. To his right was a cherry wood bookcase filled with books on two levels and the top level held a few pieces of clay pottery. Through the window, he could see the purple hue of the sun on the horizon.
    Apparently, it was almost dusk. The thin white curtains covering the window let in just enough light to accent the color of finish on the round table.
    Marco sniffed the air, and sneezed. That damned floral scent was heavy. His head throbbed from the intensity.
    " Bless you," a feminine voice rang out from behind him.
    Marco stared at the redhead standing before him. Dressed in a dark blue velvet long sleeved shirt and skintight blue jeans, she walked closer swaying her hips.  He lay splayed out on the plush white couch. She stood over him her fiery red hair was pulled back in a ponytail that swished around her hips. His body reacted by tingling; the beast inside him would have howled if it were out.
    " How did I get here?"
    " You kissed me, and I had my knockout lipstick on. You fainted. You do look yummy for a young pup," she purred.
    Marco licked his lips.
    "So, what'd you do to get this punishment from the elders?"
    Marco sat up.  "What's it to you?"
    " Easy there, big boy.  I'm here to help."
    She took a seat beside him, crossing those luscious thighs. He couldn't stay defensive when confronted with her body. Smiling at her bare feet, Marco licked his lips.
    " Cute," he pointed at her glittery green toenail polish.
    " Thanks.  I try."
    " So, what am I doing here?"
    " I'm helping your pack watch over you for the first month of your banishment."
    " How'd I get that lucky?"
    " Let's just say they owe me."
    Leaning back against the soft cushion, Marco sighed. Running a hand through his hair, he realized it was still dirty.  "Could I get—"
    " Shower's down the hall and to your left."
    " Thanks." Marco didn't acknowledge the feeling of a little probe inside his head, saying instead. "How'd you know?"
    " I have my ways. Besides, as cute as you are for a young pup, you smell of trash. Why the hell they had to throw you in that alleyway for me to find is beyond me. What'd you do?"
    " Tell me your name first."
    " Selene."
    Marco sniffed the air, the scent of daisies stood out, among other things. "You want me, don't you?" he asked, easily recognizing the scent of her arousal.
    " Get in the shower, boy."  Selene licked her lips.
    Turning around, Marco felt