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sick—she
wanted to feel more. Her husband couldn’t stop her from entertaining
sexual fantasies. The man in front of her released something inside, making her
more aware than ever of being alive.
    Nevertheless, fear riddled her mind as she sniffed the air.
    What the creature unleashed in Harlow frightened her much
more than what he was.
    Jesus, Mother and Mary!
    * * * * *
    Damn, she was hotter than hell with anger smoldering in her
dichromatic eyes. Castle took note of peaked nipples under the tiny white tee
she wore. Long, shapely and tanned legs emerged from a pair of royal blue
paisley silk shorts riding low on her wide hips. Damp brown hair touched her
neck where he watched her pulse beat.
    “You wear men’s boxers?” Christ, what a question at a time
like this, a time he should be calming her. “They turn me on.”
    “Go to hell.”
    “You want to call the cops?”
    “Why? After what I witnessed outside your restaurant
earlier, you probably own them.”
    “Some of them.” He shrugged. “I keep the peace when they
can’t.” A few men of law aware of him and his kind were at his disposal and
compensated very well for their silence.
    “By beating the bad guys up?”
    There was nothing left to hide. “The big, bad wolf creeps
out and breaks their spines in two.” Her shoulders remained straight and the
way she looked at him made his animal chomp at the bit. She was human and
belonged to the man, though she would soothe the beast. She trembled before him
and Castle wanted to hold Harlow, make her understand he would deliver only
what she craved. “Nothing in my world will harm a hair on your head.”
    She covered her mouth with the back of her hand. “What are
you?”
    “You already know.” He took a step toward her.
    “Don’t.”
    He hesitated and spoke softly. “Darlin’, I and other things
like me have always walked beside humans undetected. We’re less monster than
men and women who live next door in all the little cul-de-sacs you think safe.”
    “Say it, damn you!”
    “Will hearing it from me make a difference?” She blinked
rapidly, but he didn’t read the kind of fear he thought he’d initially have to
deal with. There was something else hidden in their depths. Hunger, raw and
unaffected, seeped from her pores.
    “Yes.”
    “Shifter. Werewolf. Either works but I prefer shifter.” This
time Castle closed the distance between them and pulled her hand away from lips
he craved tasting again. “Neither of us means you harm.” He touched the small
of her back. “I only want to give you pleasure, nothing more.”
    Harlow melted against him. “Don’t… Don’t touch me there.”
    “Why?”
    “It’s…”
    Castle gently massaged above her buttocks. “Say what you’re
thinking.”
    “You’re putting me under some kind of spell and I don’t like
it.”
    “I’ve marked you so my kind will know and protect you.”
    “Are you one of those wealthy jackasses who will try to own
me?”
    “I’m not trying to own you.” He leaned and kissed her softly
before murmuring, “In the bedroom, you will be mine.”
    “Afterward, you’ll go and leave me alone?”
    “I’ll go.” He brought her hand to his mouth, nibbled and
licked her fingers. “Ask me to leave now and I will.”
    “If I do ask you to go, no one will come back and hurt me?”
    “Never.” He kissed the pulse beating in her neck. “Your skin
is so soft.”
    “You won’t…”
    “Do anything you don’t want.”
    “What if I say you can’t come in if you come back?”
    He chuckled as he traced his tongue across her collarbone.
He continued to rub his hand in a circular motion on her lower back, the seat
of her spine, the connection to her nerve endings and the transmitter to her
brain and organs. “I’m not a vampire, darlin’. You can’t just say I can’t come
in.”
    “How’d you know about me?”
    “Animal instinct.” Cass was glad he had it.
    “How do I stop you?”
    He gazed into her eyes. “Now?