MagicalMistakes by Victoria Davies Page A

behind her.
“You are a complete mystery to me.”
    She laughed softly. “I’m not very complicated.”
    “You wouldn’t give up your lover for power. That makes you
the most complicated woman I’ve ever met.”
    Mikayla turned in his arms. “Maybe you’ve been hanging out
with the wrong women.”
    “So I’m beginning to wonder.”
    She smiled at the heat in his gaze. “Who gets the first
question?”
    “Me,” he replied. “Since I’m the one who will revert back to
canine form whenever the magic gives out.”
    “Fair enough.”
    He reached out to tilt her chin up. “Why was I the man who
was on the receiving end of your spell?”
    “I was angry.”
    He shook his head. “No, I didn’t ask why you did it. I asked
why it was me . All these months, why didn’t you give up on me?”
    She swallowed hard. Looked like he wasn’t going to waste any
time beating around the bush.
    “Tell me,” he urged.
    Mikayla lifted her chin and met his gaze squarely. “Because
I wanted you. And not because of the chase. Maybe I started out wanting to
prove you wrong but then…” She paused. “You were all I could think about. I
hated that you could brush me aside so easily when you invaded my every
fantasy.” Heat flooded her cheeks but she couldn’t look away from his unwavering
gaze.
    “Do you care for me so much?” he asked softly.
    She inhaled a sharp breath. “It’s my turn,” she said,
avoiding his question. “Tell me if I was right. What is the real reason you
came here?”
    She saw his jaw clench but he opened his mouth to answer.
“My brother had just stolen the woman I loved and the only way to get her back
was to kill him. It was one sin I wasn’t ready to commit.”
    Not even for Alina. The words lay unspoken between them.
    “Thank you,” she whispered.
    “Doesn’t mean I miss him.”
    “Of course.” She forced herself to keep a blank expression
as she said the ridiculous words.
    He growled at her softly. “My turn. How much do you care
about me?”
    “Ciar…”
    “Tell me.” He pulled her closer. “Give me this at least.”
    Mikayla gripped his arms to steady herself and rose onto her
tiptoes. Her lover held very still as she drew her lips over his in a gossamer
kiss. “I care,” she breathed. “More than I ever have for any other man.”
    His muscles tightened under her hands but he made no reply.
A bitter smile curved Mikayla’s lips. What had she expected? That he’d confess
he had feelings for her too? She knew better than to hope for such a happy
ending. Instead, she pressed a light kiss to the corner of his mouth before
stepping back.
    “Did you love Alina?”
    Ciar met her gaze squarely. “Yes.”
    She inhaled sharply, as if his word had been a physical
blow. “Do you still?”
    “It’s not your turn,” he chided.
    Mikayla exhaled. “I’ve never been good at playing by the
rules.”
    “Well then.” He grinned, pressing a leg between hers. “Shall
I tell you what questions are weighing most heavily on my mind?”
    “Go for it,” she said, trying to concentrate on his words
with his body pressed intimately against hers.
    Ciar leaned down until his lips grazed her ear. “I want to
know what you’ll taste like if I strip you down and run my lips over your
silken skin. What you’ll feel like if I pull you against me.”
    Mikayla shivered as his hot breath tickled her sensitive
ear.
    “What you’ll sound like if I take you right here against
this wall,” he whispered wickedly.
    Turning her face to his, Mikayla murmured, “Those are all
questions I’d be more than happy to answer.”
    His grinned before leaning closer.
    Mikayla moaned as he kissed her, rubbing her body against
his. Her back hit the wall as he pinned her there without ever taking his lips
from hers. Muscles flexed beneath her hands, hinting at the strength he
possessed, yet despite his nature, it didn’t scare her. If anything the show of
dominance merely fueled her passion higher. She wanted