The Billionaire Werewolf's Princess. Michele Hauf
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a truck.”
“That was how I felt yesterday. Only a small car this evening. So a real live faery healed me? Kept me from dying?”
He nodded.
“And then you carried me here to take care of me?”
“I wouldn’t call letting you crawl under a table taking care of you.”
“I was probably delirious.”
“Close.”
“Okay, so faeries exist and they are doing some bad things in Paris, and you go out nightly with your sword to make sure it doesn’t happen.”
“I try my best.”
“What are these collectors doing? Killing people?”
“No, uh...” He winced.
“Ryland.” She touched his leg and it sent such a shock of intense desire through him that he sucked in a breath. But now was no time to kiss her. Even if the compulsion was screaming for just that right now. “You seem like a smart man. Doing good for others by giving away your money. Avoiding the celebrity because that’s not you. I did creep on you online. Don’t hold that against me. Anyway, you don’t seem like a man prone to flights of fancy.”
“I never take to fanciful flight.”
Her smile was so cute, curling the corners of her lips like a heart. “I think I can believe everything you’ve told me. I want to, anyway. It’s the best explanation for my worst night ever. But you have to tell me everything. Please?”
“I don’t know what else there is to say. As for what I’ve told you, I would normally never tell things like this to anyone. Well, I tell Kristine.”
“A girlfriend?”
“No, my secretary. She knows me inside and out. And she knows that this realm is populated by more than merely humans.”
“You keep saying human like it’s something you’re not.” She dipped her head to meet his gaze. “Are you a faery?”
“I thought you wanted to hear about the collectors.”
“I do, but... Okay. Tell me.”
He hadn’t dodged that one and knew the bullet would ricochet around to hit its target soon enough. Stalling for time had never been his thing. He always liked to come right out with it. Unless it related to revealing his true nature.
“Collectors have only recently been infiltrating this realm,” he said. “I know because I got curious after a news reports about stolen infants.”
“I remember that a few weeks ago. Such an awful thing. Something like three newborn babies taken from their cribs.”
“Right. Do you know about how faeries take human infants from their beds and replace them with changelings?”
“I’ve only read about such a thing in faery tales. That’s something that really happens?”
“It does. Or it did. It’s been almost thirty years since any major baby thefts have occurred and changelings were left behind. Related to Faery, that is. But it’s started again. Only this time, the faeries have decided not to leave a changeling in the human baby’s place. They just take the baby and run.”
“What do they want the babies for?” She pressed fingers to her lips. “Oh, my god, do they eat them?”
“No. Faeries have a thing for half-breeds. Unless its half demon. That’s a long story. But suffice, they raise the humans in Faery and when they are grown, breed them with their own. It’s not like a breeding farm. Some are treated as family. But it’s how things have always been done.”
“That’s fucked.”
“Gotta agree with that assessment.”
“It sounds like human trafficking.”
“When you put it that way, it is similar.”
“You’re protecting innocent babies. That’s so honorable.”
“I try. I’ve gone out every night for the past two weeks. Each night I slay one or two collectors. They often come in pairs, sometimes just the one.”
Ry stood and paced to the windows that looked out over the city. Twilight was creeping up and the streetlights below fought with the remaining daylight. The sky was a hazy azure-and-gray violet. Behind him, he heard Indigo shift on the sofa.
“You don’t have to buy everything I’ve told you,” he said over his shoulder. “But it’s the truth. And...” He turned to face her. “You can’t tell anyone about this.”
“Who would believe me? I’ve got enough problems without adding crazy faery lady to the list. And I do believe you. Can I just say it’s kind of cool to know you? I mean, you really are Batman.”
“Call me what you want. But I’m not a superhero. All I want is to stop innocent families from having their precious children stolen.”
“I wish there was a way I could help you. I’m glad you trusted me to tell me.”
She walked up beside him, and when he sensed she was looking up at him Ryland met her gaze. The outside light gleamed in her eyes and gave her skin a soft matte texture that looked finer than the most expensive silk. He wanted to kiss her. He should kiss her.
“One last question,” she said. “And this one is the most important.”
“Shoot.”
“When I was hiding out in the alley, watching you battle the collectors with your sword, I saw something.”
“Like what?”
“I saw you change. Briefly. Your whole body bulked up and your face... Ry, what are you?”
“I should have kissed you when I was thinking about it,” Ry said.
Indi’s jaw dropped open. The man had been... “You were thinking about kissing me?”
He nodded. Smirked. A sexy move that crinkled the corner of one eye. “Just now.”
Indi forgot her question. Had she asked him something? The man wanted to kiss her? “Then why are you standing there staring at me?”
His smirk curled to an outright grin. And as he leaned forward, kiss forthcoming, the delicious aura of him surrounded Indi with a fresh, outdoorsy gush of man and might. Overwhelmed by his stature and the sudden glee that invaded her core, she could but remember to close her mouth as his lips touched hers and one of his hands slid across her back to firmly take her in hand.
This was a slow and focused seduction of her senses that lifted Indi onto her tiptoes to taste his lips, his teeth, his tongue. He clutched her tighter and deepened the kiss. The move made her feel safe and owned, yet also alive and sensual. The man knew how to hold a woman.
Gliding her hand up his chest, she slipped her fingers through the ends of his long hair and clutched at it, inadvertently pulling him closer to her, into her, if possible.
She sighed against his mouth as he tilted his head to change their angle. And when his other hand slid down her hip and over her ass, Indi couldn’t resist lifting a leg to hook at his hip. And then the other leg. He held her there, wrapped about him, sinking into his taste, his smell, the hardness of his body and the gentle control of holding her.
Something perfect about this moment. But she wasn’t going to analyze right now. Now was for pressing her breasts against his chest. Her nipples hardened and the man who held her groaned into their kiss. It sent an erotic hum through Indi’s system. She rocked her hips forward, wanting the sensations to travel deep, and knew she was growing wet. Just from a kiss. A stunning,