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An instinct older than civilization yelled at Sienna to run, but her whole body started tingling the moment Archer’s mouth touched hers.

Instead, she gave in to the tender pressure of his lips, and tangled her fingers in his hair.

The kiss that followed was so intense and rocked her world in a way that unnerved her.

His clever hands were all over her, deliciously rough against her flawless skin, and her girlie tingling instantly turned into insatiable throbbing. Exotic little fires of need kindled inside her and she pressed herself into him, demanding more.

It had been a long time since she’d felt like this.

“I’d hoped things had changed,” she groaned between kisses.

He smiled against her lips. “Have they?”

She shook her head.

“Damn right they haven’t,” he said, nibbling her neck. His mouth moved across her cheekbone, along her chin. He dropped soft kisses across her jaw and into her neck, and she hung her head back to give him full access.

“I’ve never stopped wanting you, Sienna.”

His words, whispered against her ear, sent her imagination racing, and she smiled in anticipation. She hungered for more and clung to him as he took control of her body and overpowered her senses. His stomach pressed against her in a way that sent her libido roaring and brought an instant flush to her cheeks.

Raw primal need took over, destroying all rational thought, and with a swift motion, Archer hitched his palms against her lower back and hoisted her against him.

Her legs came up around him in reflex response and she sought out his mouth, needing the onslaught of delicious kisses only he could give her.

“God, you’re beautiful,” he whispered, plundering her mouth with his.

He kicked the door closed behind him and took three strides toward the kitchen counter. With a quick swipe of his arm, he sent the fruit bowl scattering across the floor, before placing her seated on the counter top.

His raw, masculine aura of power and strength was overwhelming.

“We shouldn’t be doing this,” Archer said softly between kisses, sliding his hands under the hem of her shirt to cup her hips and pull her closer.

“We really shouldn’t be doing this.”

He tipped his head back long enough to give her a slow, predatory smile before capturing her mouth with his again in a kiss so heated, so exciting, that she almost squealed with delight.

The man was built for speed, sex, and pleasure. The thought made her entire body burn, and she threw her head back with a soft sigh.

The sound of the kitchen door opening across the room sent a vague warning through her, but she ignored it.

“What the hell?”

Sienna’s eyes flew open and she pulled back to stare at Archer. He drew in a deep, aggravated breath and tilted his head toward the kitchen door. “Your timing sucks, brother.”

Sienna blinked, trying to catch her breath and find her senses. She felt like a whirlwind had ripped through her – a whirlwind of pure masculine heat and sexiness.

With a quick glance past Archer’s body, she saw Ethan walk further into the kitchen. Like his brother, he was tall and muscular, but had a lightness about him that Sienna had always loved. He wore his sandy brown hair in shorter spikes, the casual look suiting his carefree personality. Usually, his striking blue eyes were filled with laughter and kindness. Tonight, the Ethan that stood glaring at her was a far cry from the Ethan she knew. Fury had erased the laughter in his eyes, a deep frown creased his brow, and his mouth was set in a tight grimace of complete disapproval. There was nothing light about Ethan now.

Sienna closed her eyes with a soft groan and dropped her head against Archer’s chest, hoping that Ethan would simply turn around and leave.

But no.

“Archer,” Ethan said in a low tone, the single word signalling the start of a heated lecture.

Archer kept his back to his brother and remained positioned between her legs, quietly casting a quick scan across her body to ensure she was decent. With a frown, he straightened her shirt and exhaled. “Not now, Ethan.”

Ethan grabbed the discarded fruit bowl off the floor and gaped at his brother. “Seriously?”

“Not now, Ethan.”

“Archer.”

“Ethan,” Archer said quietly, his tone serving as a warning on its own, “leave. Now.”

With an unaccustomed scowl, Ethan picked up the various fruit strewn across the kitchen floor and threw them back into the fruit bowl. “You two miss the part about this sort of behaviour being forbidden between a Keeper and his witch? You’ll have The Circle spitting cobras.”

Ethan’s words brought reality crashing around Sienna’s feet with a thunderous roar.

The damn Circle.

A relationship between a Keeper and his witch was so strongly frowned upon that the witches had cast a spell, cursing any budding relationship. They had their uses, their rules and regulations were needed, but right now, Sienna resented the hell out of them. It was hard to think that a bunch of dead witches still ruled her life.

Sienna felt Archer withdraw, even though he hadn’t moved.

Thanks to Ethan’s stark reminder, the curse that kept her and Archer apart two years ago would continue to keep them apart.

“Ethan, this is none of your business,” Archer said, whirling around to face his brother.

“When it comes to Sienna, everything about her is my business.”

“Not this.”

Ethan took three strides and stood in front of his brother. “You’re her Keeper, Archer, and you don’t want to mess with a bunch of dead witches.” He jabbed a finger into Archer’s chest. “Besides, she’s no match for your physical strength. You could hurt her.”

“Ethan, stop it,” Sienna said softly.

Ethan whirled to face her. “If he doesn’t control himself, Sienna, he’ll hurt you.”

“Oh, please,” she scoffed. “Archer’s the poster boy for control. You really think he’s going to hurt me?”

Ethan’s expression eased. “Playing with fire equals getting burned. Not a good idea.”

“We’re not children, Ethan, so back off.”

Ethan glanced at them both and then nodded. “Fine. You two figure it out. But when the dead Aunty Hilda’s come seeking punishment, don’t come knocking on my door for help.” He walked to the liquor cabinet, pulled out two glasses, and poured Bourbon into both. He handed Archer a glass. “Drink up, brother. You look like you need one.”

Archer’s jaw flexed. “Get out of here, Ethan.”

Ethan tossed back the whiskey, refilled the glass, and headed for the door. “You guys need to figure this shit out before someone gets hurt,” he threw over his shoulder as he left.

Archer was frowning when he turned back to Sienna. “Are you okay?”

She nodded and slid off the counter, trying to keep herself from blushing at the thought of the hot, needy kiss they’d shared moments ago. Had Ethan not interrupted them, she would easily have forgotten the rules set by The Circle and given Archer free reign on her.

Wow.

Archer reached for her but she stopped him with a shake of the head. “Ethan’s right, Archer. The Circle will be spitting cobras if we take this further.”

“Sienna.”

They fell silent, the undeniable truth adding distance between them even though neither one of them had moved.

Anger flooded through her, and Sienna choked back a scream. There had once been a time when her destiny and Beckham heritage had felt like an honour, now felt like an annoying burden she simply couldn’t shake.

And right now, despite their best intentions, she hated The Circle with everything in her.

Inhaling softly, she lifted her chin in quiet determination, trying to calm the resentment inside. “It’s late. We should get some sleep. Tomorrow’s going to be a busy day.”

Archer lifted a brow. “You have plans?”

“Yes.” She pushed past him and moved toward the door. “I know it’s a long trip back to New York but I need to sort out a few things at my apartment and pack a few bags. I’m happy to make the trip alone but I’m assuming you’ll want to tag along.”

“I’ll come with you, Sienna.”

She nodded, never having doubted otherwise, and stopped at the doorway to frown at the shattered lamp on the floor. When had that happened?

Her breath caught as memories of Archer’s kiss clouded her mind, but she was quick to push them away. She looked back at Archer and blushed when she saw his lip curl into a slight grin. He would be able to sense her quick flush of excitement sparked by the memory of their kiss and judging by his grin, he found brief amusement in her reaction to the memory. “Stop it,” she said, jabbing a finger in Archer’s direction.

“Stop what?”

“I want my damn necklace.”

“But this is way more fun.”

“For you maybe. I’m going to bed.”

“You haven’t eaten yet.”

“I’m not hungry.”

“Lucky you.” A sexy gleam entered his eyes and a silly grin played on his lips. “Because unlike you, I am hungry, Sienna, but it’s not food I’m after.”

Sienna gaped at him for a second, spun around, and fled to her room.