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  Gideon licked Enola’s chin and eased back. In front of her very eyes, he transformed back to a man. To Enola, the transformation seemed painful.

  In front of Enola, he stood totally naked, and without an ounce of shame. And, in Enola’s opinion, he didn’t have a damn thing to be ashamed of. His muscular body was a work of art, and his dick was enormous. Even if she wanted to, she couldn’t look away. God made the man that beautiful, and it would be a sin not to appreciate him.

  Enola sat up on her elbows. “Gideon,” she whispered. “Your clothes—”

  “I’m an animal, Nola. Covering is not a priority. This is me. Do you want me, Nola?”

  Gideon’s hand slid across his muscular torso, down to his sizeable junk, and caressed a flaccid penis that had no right to be that big.

  “Yes,” she responded truthfully.

  Why lie? Enola wanted him more than she’d wanted anything in years. It wasn’t the time for her to play the, “I’m a good girl” game. She was craving his big, beastly dick in her neglected pussy.

  Gideon took a step Enola’s way, filling her with anticipation, but the sound of someone’s throat clearing was the equivalent of a cold shower. It was warm, dark, and the night sky was filled with stars. Gideon could have had her, right there in the grass beneath their feet.

  “Monsieur Toussaint, Madame Roux thought you might need something to wear. I took the liberty of putting together a few things.”

  Benjamin handed Gideon a bag filled with clothing and turned to leave.

  “Please tell Madame Roux that I am thankful.”

  Enola chuckled. His mouth might have said he was thankful, but his demeanor said otherwise. Gideon was clearly not happy about the interruption.

  ‘Enola Roux, can you at least let the man buy you dinner before you roll around in the grass with him?’

  “Get out of my head!” Enola screamed towards the house.

  “There is no need to scream.” Gideon grinned. “She can definitely hear you.”

  “Ughhh, I’m going to bed,” Enola huffed.

  She walked towards the patio door.

  “I’ll see you tomorrow,” Gideon said at her back.

  CHAPTER TWELVE

  Enola clutched her chest and laughed hard. Gideon’s cheeky wit was more than she’d expected from the big, tough wolf. She was sitting across the table from him, flirting like a school girl. They were at Henrietta’s in the French Quarter. Gideon had set out to show Enola why it was his favorite restaurant.

  Gideon, on the surface, seemed hard, tough as nails, but after watching the way he interacted with the staff, he seemed almost lighthearted.

  “What?” Gideon asked, blessing Enola with a sexy lopsided smirk. “What’s so funny?”

  “You, Magic Mike. I’m just trying to picture you rolling your pelvis for a bunch of horny housewives.”

  “Aye! We do what we gotta do.” Gideon chuckled.

  Enola’s eyes narrowed. “So, what you’re saying is…you danced naked to support yourself? I ain’t buying it.”

  “You’re right. I was bored. It was something to do.”

  Enola’s sipped her wine and giggled at his silliness. Her attention was diverted from Gideon when a large Gideon lookalike stood behind him. Enola sat up straight and stared unabashedly. Gideon followed her line of sight and turned around.

  “Ah, hello little brother. Join us.”

  Enola stared in awe as he took the seat next to Gideon. She had seen twins before, but Gideon and his brother’s resemblance was uncanny. They had the same haircut, the same five o’clock shadow, and the same brooding good looks. Hell, with them both wearing dark suits, they were even dressed alike. That had to be intentional.

  “Nola, darlin, this is my baby brother, Gabriel,” Gideon introduced.

  Enola chuckled, tickled every time Gideon said, “Nola, darlin’.”

  Gabriel grinned at Enola.

  “Nola Darling? Okay, Spike Lee” he snickered.

  “Right!” Enola blurted, holding her hands up.

  “Maybe ‘she’s gotta have it,’” Gideon muttered.

  “Maybe,” Enola flirted.

  “Okayyyy…well, it’s nice to meet you, Miss Enola.”

  “Nice to meet you, Gabriel. So, I have a question.”

  Gabriel smiled and leaned back in his chair. “Shoot.”

  “Aren’t you guys a little old to be playing the twin switch?”

  Gideon and Gabriel shared a brief look. Enola wondered if they had the ability to communicate with each other without speaking. Before she first arrived in New Orleans, such a thought would have never crossed her mind. But now, Enola’s life had a completely different reality.

  “We do this to ensure Gideon’s safety,” Gabriel informed.

  Enola’s brow wrinkled as she processed what Gabriel was saying. “Why is Gideon’s safety more important than yours?”

  “Because he is the Alpha of our pack, Nola Darling.”

  She ignored his cheeky response. “The Alpha?”

  “Yes. He’s, basically, our leader.”

  Enola looked across the table at Gideon. He was expressionless. She found herself wondering how he really felt about being the leader of his pack. If she had to guess by his demeanor, she would guess that he wasn’t all that enthusiastic.

  “Now, I have a question, Mademoiselle Roux.”

  “Shoot,” Enola replied, happy to change the subject.

  “How was your training?”

  Gideon must have told his twin about the rigorous and intense crash course in Voodoo she’d had with Ruby earlier in the day. She had learned that plants weren’t just plants, and herbs were for more than seasoning. Ruby had also taught her what she said were the most vital spells: love, money, and battle. She even took Enola to a safe bunker, just under her grandmother’s estate, and allowed her to practice her physical power. Ruby’s ultimate goal was to teach Enola how to control the fire.

  Enola looked over at Gideon. He must have discussed her abilities and training with his brother. He shrugged, as if to say, “He’s my brother.”

  “The training was rough. There is so much that I don’t know about what’s, apparently, my religion, and even more that I don’t know about magical abilities.”

  “No worries, darlin’,” Gideon interjected. “Most of it will come to you naturally.”

  Enola wished that she had a fraction of the faith that Gideon had. What he didn’t know was that she’d almost melted her empathetic aunt when she tried to focus her fire on a log of wood.

  “Gabriel, Gideon says we’re going to Maison Bourbon to hear a little jazz. Would you like to join us?”

  “No, he wouldn’t,” Gideon muttered.

  Gabriel laughed at his brother and crossed one leg over the other. “Why don’t the two of you enjoy some time alone? Please, allow me to cover the bill and maybe I’ll meet up with you later.”

  “Oui,” Gideon replied. He stood and walked over to pull Enola’s chair out. “Thanks for dinner.”

  “Gideon, you’re being rude,” Enola admonished.

  “I know, darlin’. Let’s go.”

  Enola smiled at Gabriel. “Thank you for dinner. We’ll see you later for drinks, right?”

  “Count on it, Nola Darling.”

  Gideon grabbed Enola’s hand, glared at his brother, and tugged her out of the restaurant.

  * * * *

  Enola smiled at Alice and knocked back a shot of whiskey. Peer pressure was a bitch, but she had to admit that she was having a ball. Admittedly, she had gotten a bit jealous when the gorgeous red-head had walked up to them and hugged Gideon. But when she hugged Enola with the same enthusiasm, she became a bit more comfortable. During the course of the evening, Enola realized that Gideon and Alice were nothing more than really good friends.

  She hoped, anyway.

  Enola was amazed at how territorial she was over a man she barely knew, but he was the one that had said she was his mate. And he did say that wolves mated f
or life. One couldn’t get more territorial than that.

  “I like you, Nola Darling,” Alice chuckled.

  Enola shook her head and turned to Gabriel. He’d joined them after all.

  “See what you started?” she asked with narrowed eyes.

  Alice patted Gideon on the shoulder and slapped Enola’s behind. “I love y’all, but it’s time for me to close this joint down for the night. I’ll be back. Don’t go anywhere. I’m gonna walk back to Henrietta’s with y’all.”

  Gideon grabbed Alice’s wrist as she was walking away. “You don’t have to do that, Alice. We’ll be fine.”

  Alice smiled and said, “I know. I’m gonna see to it.”

  Enola turned to Gabriel, mainly because Gideon seemed a bit uncomfortable with the attention.

  “He should be used to it by now,” Gabriel muttered before walking away with Alice.

  Gideon sat back against the cushioned sofa in the VIP section. Enola placed her hand over his and asked, “You hate that don’t you?”

  “I do,” he responded with a nod.

  “Why are you the alpha?’

  “I’m the strongest.” His response was blunt, but absent of arrogance.

  “I think I know how you feel. My grandmother keeps telling me that I’m the strongest, most powerful Voodoo queen in the world. That shit don’t bring me joy.”

  Gideon pulled her closer and pushed his lips to hers. The look he gave her was sweet and sympathetic. “Darlin’, no one wants the burden of power, but those of us that have it, have a responsibility.”

  “Gideon, I’m realizing that, the hard way. So, maybe you should just accept the fact that your pack will do whatever is necessary to keep you safe.”

  Gideon smiled and kissed Enola’s nose. “Yeah, yeah, yeah. In the meantime, we gotta wait on this bitch to close this bar.”

  Enola recoiled, but before she could say a word about his language, Gideon said, in his defense, “Bitch is different in my world. Remember?”

  CHAPTER THIRTEEN

  It was hot as shit in New Orleans, even at night. They walked, half-drunk, through a quiet French Quarter; they being Enola, Gideon, Gabriel, and Alice. Enola and Alice were laughing, talking loudly, and stumbling until Gideon’s steps halted. Gabriel and Alice froze as well. Clearly, Enola didn’t have the same sixth sense. She looked at them, wondering why the hell their fun had stopped.

  Gideon growled, not like a man but a ferocious beast. He took off his suit jacket and ripped the shirt from his, oh so impressive, chest. Enola took a few steps back when Gabriel did the same. She turned to look for Alice, but what she found in her place was a large red wolf.

  What the fuck?

  In one terrifying blink, they were surrounded by fangs. That was all Enola noticed—fangs.

  They had to be vampires.

  The black wolf Gideon leapt onto one of the vampires. Enola screamed at the top of her lungs when he ripped out the vampire’s throat and chewed on it like it was puppy chow.

  Shit just got real!

  Enola wanted to run, but a need to protect Gideon, and the people he loved, took over when they, all of a sudden, began to whine like wounded animals. Gideon, Gabriel, and Alice fell to the ground in a fetal position, all howling in pain.

  “Gideon!” Enola gasped painfully.

  “Witches,” Alice choked.

  Witches?

  Did she mean that witches were the reason they were curled up into balls? Enola looked around. At first glance, all she could see were the blood suckers. Upon further inspection, she noticed some figures in the background. She closed her eyes and listened. As she concentrated, she could hear soft chanting.

  Enola looked over at Gideon. Pain pierced her core as he howled in pain. Enola raised her arms and focused on the voices in the background. She threw her head back, allowed the heat to take her, and prayed that she wouldn’t kill Gideon, Gabriel, or Alice.

  The feeling, the ignition of the fire within was so intense that Enola screamed. It was as if she was being possessed by the very power that she was supposed to be trying to control. Before she knew it, she had fallen to her knees. Enola scratched against the concrete and gasped for air. She was spent. She’d never felt so weak in her life.

  Enola opened her eyes. Vampires and witches alike, they were all dead.

  “Oh, God,” Enola gasped.

  “Gideon,” she breathed when their eyes met.

  Gideon stood, unbothered by his nakedness, and looked around at the fiery carnage. “You okay, darlin’?”

  “I…um, yeah, I’m okay.”

  Alice grabbed what was left of her tank top, covered her breasts, and threw on Gideon’s suit jacket to cover her bottom. She grabbed Gabriel, who was also naked.

  “Don’t worry. We’ll go and find you some clothes,” she said, pulling Gabriel away.

  When Enola stood and looked down at her nakedness, she realized that Alice was talking to her. Gideon grinned and stalked over to her.

  “Nola, darlin’, it seems as though you’ve ruined your clothes,” he said with a predatory smirk.

  Enola held her head high. She was not about to be shamed. Shit, she’d just saved their lives.

  “It seems as though I have, Gideon. But since I wasn’t born with clothing, I guess I’ll survive.”

  “Maybe,” Gideon responded with a mischievous grin.

  He snaked an arm around her waist and pulled her close. Enola looked up and stared into his beautiful eyes. Thick lashes framed icy grays. Gideon caressed the back of Enola’s head and pulled her face to his. When he pressed his lips to hers, she felt lighter, as if she were floating. Enola happily parted her lips and allowed Gideon’s tongue entry. She pushed her fingers through his thick, wavy hair and her naked breasts against his rock-hard body.

  “So fucking beautiful,” Gideon mumbled against her lips.

  He lifted her into his arms and carried her to a parked car. Gideon sat her down on the hood and eased her legs apart. He grabbed a fistful of her hair, yanked her head back, and sensually kissed down her neck. Enola groaned as he worked his way down to her erect, sensitive nipples.

  “Gideon,” she whispered breathlessly.

  Enola reached behind Gideon and palmed his muscular back. She pressed her fingers into his warm skin and pulled him as close as she could. Foreplay at that point wasn’t a necessity. Gideon was obviously on the same page. He grabbed Enola’s ass and lifted her just enough for the large head of his dick to meet the opening of her wet, aching pussy.

  Sharp incisors scraped Enola’s shoulders. She inhaled a sharp breath as Gideon pushed deep inside and allowed her only seconds to adjust to his most welcome invasion.

  “Ohhh, damn,” Gideon groaned. “So damn tight, darlin’.”

  He lifted her, nearly off of his dick, before pulling her back down.

  “Aghh!” Enola cried out.

  The sheer size of his manhood was like nothing Enola had ever experienced. She was no virgin, but she didn’t have the best of luck when it came to the size of her previous lovers.

  Gideon gripped her ass and fucked her with perfect, mind-blowing rhythm. His muscles flexed as he lifted and lowered her with ease.

  “Fuck! Oh my…Gideon!”

  Enola held on tight for fear that she would faint from the unbridled joy she felt every time he propelled into her. Gideon’s fingers pressed harder against her flesh as he pounded her thirsty pussy with fierce determination. His grunts and her cries echoed through the air. Gideon held Enola up with one hand, wrapped an arm around her waist, and hugged her tight. Somehow, someway, Gideon’s strokes grew even more forceful.

  “Ughh, fuuuuck, Nola! I gotta have you, baby.”

  “You have me. You…you have me,” Enola wheezed.

  “Are you sure, Nola? You have to be sure.”

  “Yesss,” Enola hissed.

  Her entire body began to tremble as Gideon mastered her body. Her pussy throbbed, uncontrollably, as his massive rod massaged her inner walls. The r
ise and fall of ecstasy was coming to an explosive end. Enola had reached a peak, and she was about to fall. She tightened her legs around his hips, squeezing herself around his wet, slippery dick at every stroke. Enola dug into his back, and screamed out his name.

  Enola was coming!

  She was coming hard!

  Enola cried out in pleasure, not giving a fuck who heard.

  “That’s it, darlin’. Come for me, baby,” Gideon encouraged.

  Enola’s body went limp as her pussy convulsed and throbbed around his super-hard dick. Her head fell heavily against his shoulder. She was spent.

  “Gotdamn!” she cursed against his shoulder.

  Gideon lowered Enola to the ground and kissed the top of her head. “It’s my turn now, love. I gotta fuck you my way.”

  Gideon turned Enola around and pushed her breasts against the cool hood of the car. He guided his dick inside her, and pushed into her with a force that lifted her feet from the ground. Enola gasped for air and clawed at the hood of the car for support. There was no support. She had to take every inch of his big dick like a grown ass woman.

  Gideon pushed against her back and fucked her without mercy. She whimpered, he growled. A real growl, as only an animal would. He pushed and pumped into her until she was nearing another explosive end.

  “Gideon,” she choked.

  His thrusts were merciless. He smacked her ass and howled into the night sky before pressing his big chest against her sweaty back. Enola could feel his warm breath against her neck. Gideon grabbed a good portion of her hair and turned her head to the side, exposing her shoulder, and bit hard enough to pierce her delicate skin. Enola screamed but to her surprise, she was experiencing more pleasure than pain as he filled her with his warm seed.

  “Ohhh, fuuuuuuuck!” Gideon roared.

  Enola collapsed against the car, panting like the animal Gideon was. He was trembling and his breathing was labored as he placed gentle kisses to her shoulder. After catching his breath, Gideon stood, pulling Enola with him. He held her tight, her back to his chest, and whispered, “Mate.”