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been more interested in her abductor than she had in her own rescue.
    Mahaya released her with a telling glint of satisfaction in his stare. He unwound one of the water skins that were strapped behind each side of the saddle before uncapping it and handed it to her. “Drink. There won’t be much of this for some time yet.”
    She was so angry at him, so angry at herself, it was all she could do not to throw the water skin on the ground and stamp on it with frustration. Her beast was surely not that desperate she was attracted to a nightmix ? And where was he taking her anyway? There was nothing out there but desert and more desert.
    Somehow the question couldn’t make it past her lips. Not once she took the skin from him and glugged some of the cool water down her dry throat. So good! The drink revived her, put some strength back into her spine.
    Where they were going didn’t really matter. She’d be long gone before they got even halfway there. And if not, she’d find a way to escape back to where she belonged.
    She took one last delicious swallow before handing him back the skin. He capped it without taking even a sip. What the hell? Had she just taken his quota too? Shit. Water was a scarce commodity. And despite her crazy up-and-down emotions, she should have known better. No doubt he’d assume she was a spoilt princess and cared for no one but herself.
    If only he knew that despite everything, she did care about his well-being. Absurd, considering the circumstances. But their connection was undeniable. It was as if she’d known him her whole life and the kidnapping thing was nothing more than a temporary aberration.
    A nightmix transgression?
    He returned the water skin behind the saddle. When he swung back to face her, his stare clung to her still wet lips. Her breathing went shallow even as her tongue edged out, reflexively licking the water.
    “Don’t,” he growled.
    She’d been the one who’d given orders half her life. She wasn’t about listen to someone giving them to her. Ignoring the voice of reason, with deliberate provocation she licked her lips again. Damn it, despite everything she wanted his touch, needed it like parched ground needed life-giving rain.
    Mahaya groaned. His head swooped down and his mouth covered hers.
    Their panther growls echoed in the still, hot air.
    But it was her human side as much as her animal that responded to him. His fingers that raked through the long strands of her hair sent ripples of longing through her skull and down her spine. Then he tugged her head back a little more, aligning their mouths before his tongue delved past her lips to taste her completely. Exploring and seducing.
    Mira’s eyes momentarily closed as she lost herself to his kiss, his touch. She’d never been tempted by a male before, so why this sudden need to be seduced by Mahaya?
    A nightmix . She stiffened, but then his hands dropped to the bare skin of her torso, his caress warming her all over and sparking her every nerve ending into life.
    The relentless ache in her pussy intensified, causing her to whimper. Too bad he was everything she wanted but could never have. She pulled away. “We can’t do this.”
    His eyes said otherwise, though he rasped in agreement, “This isn’t the place.” He lifted a hand, his touch so very gentle over her jaw. “But now your thirst for water is quenched, I can relieve another of your needs.”
    The ache between her thighs throbbed harder still. She lifted her chin, pretending indifference. “The only need I have is that you return me home.”
    “Liar,” he murmured. His hand at her waist dropped, caressing along the fabric between her thighs, rubbing back and forth until her halfhearted request was a distant memory and she was pushing the mound of her pussy against him.
    “Say the word and my hand will be inside your sweet cunt, bringing you the pleasure you seek.”
    Oh goddess, no. Oh fuck, yes.
    A rumbling purr from deep in her throat should