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“This is probably a bad idea,” he whispered against her lips. The light touch sent fizzles of sensation all through her body.

“Mmm-hm,” she said, not moving away from him.

“It could just be the bracelets talking,” he went on, his lips still against hers. “Right? Making us feel a connection.”

She tried to make her brain work. “Maybe?” But he smelled so good. And touching him felt right. “It could make it easier to share the magic. If we had a closer connection.”

“Mmmm.” He pulled her closer, plundering her mouth again, this time like he really meant it. His lips moved across her cheek, down her neck, pressing her tight against him. Ireland’s wolf growled again, and got an answering growl from Cole.

The sound set something loose inside her. She pulled him even closer, wrapping her legs around him and losing herself in him, the feel of his hands on her, the way the muscles of his back felt under his shirt. Cole’s kisses felt like they would devour her—and she would exult in every minute.

Power and energy surged through her, and she felt a tingling in the wrist that wore the bracelet. The room lit up with blue magic.

Cole jerked his head back, staring at the bracelets, and then at Ireland.

“Did that ever happen before?”

Ireland watched the blue light, flickering in an aura around them. “Um. No. But then, my Protectors didn’t kiss me?”

“I don’t know why not.”

She smiled. “It was against the rules. And also, I think they thought my dark magic would rub off on them.”

Cole smiled wickedly. “You can’t corrupt me, Tinkerbell. I’m already full of dark magic.” He pulled her close to him again, whispering against her ear. “Dark, wild, predatory magic.”

He clenched his fist into her hair, pulling her head back, and plundered her mouth once more.