Excerpt of Provoked Lover by Zenobia Renquist

"You failed once already. You won't be given a second
chance."

"Unless you plan to keep her locked away forever, we have
this puppet's entire lifetime to see the deed done. Are
you so useless to your master that he would leave you to
act as a guard dog to a lowly human for the next few
decades?" The mage using Sicily's mouth made her laugh in
a derisive manner that made her want to smack herself to
make it stop.

Lamon looked like he would do what she couldn't. Instead,
he kissed her.

Sicily stared at him in surprised shock. What was he doing?

He walked forward, backing her roughly against the nearby
wall. His tongue invaded her mouth and smoothed over her
tongue several times, as though he were tasting her.

He pulled back with a satisfied grin. "I know you now, you
bastards. I may not be able to break the spell, but I can
disrupt it."

The mage said through Sicily, "Try it. Your words are
empty and useless, just like whatever you have planned.
Nothing can disrupt this spell."

Lamon moved his hand from Sicily's neck and trailed it
down her chest. A burning smell accompanied a thin trail
of smoke rising from the path his fingers took. Sicily
gasped when he tore open her shirt, along with her bra,
and latched his mouth onto one of her nipples.

A cry of pain escaped Sicily's lips as Lamon bruised her
nipple with his sucking. She pushed at his shoulders and
tried twisting away.

He let her go and snapped, "Stop fighting me, you fool.
This is for your own good."

She snapped back, "I'll stop fighting when you stop
hurting me. What are you doing, anyway?"

"Sex. I need you to orgasm, the stronger the better. The
chemical reaction of your body upon climax will disrupt
their ability to monitor and control you."

She gave him an incredulous look. "Wow. That's the best
pick-up line I've heard to date."