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here in this room with her.
    “Are they ugly to you, Marijka?” he asked as he carried her to the bed, still licking at her neck.
    She liked how he was still so sure of himself, sure of her want of him even if she had found his scars ugly.
    “Only in that they would have inflicted much pain.”
    His dark eyes seemed to take on a new light, something predatory, and she shivered beneath him.
    “They did inflict much pain. To the beast that dealt them.”
    “Did you kill it?”
    “Yes,” he answered with no hesitation as he pulled her slacks down her long legs.
    “Good.”
    His granite-hard mouth curved into a smile. “So bloodthirsty.” Luka’s lips grazed the inside of her knee and she shivered at the jolts of ecstasy such a small caress could create. “Are you cold, Gypsy girl?”
    She swallowed hard. “No.” Even the brush of his warm breath against her skin was intoxicating.
    “No? Then what?” He bent his head to continue exploring her with his mouth and she shivered again. “You tremble as if pleasures of the flesh are new to you.”
    “They might as well be. It’s been a long time,” she confessed.
    He hooked his fingers through the edges of her panties and pulled them from her limbs with ease. “No man measures up to your expectations, does he?” Luka slid his tongue into her wet depths and licked up to her clit. “Because you were meant for more. Meant for an Alpha. Me .” His tongue staked his claim as thoroughly as his words.
    And what pretty words they were, as if there were more for them than this night—these hours that were a haven from the horror of the night and the things that lurked there. Marijka was under no illusion this would be anything more.
    Yet the way he spoke those words told her he believed them.
    Perhaps they were true for the moment and just for now; she belonged to him and he to her. She was wet and aching; and only he could ease her torment.
    Marijka arched into his caress and buried her hands in his golden hair, urging him closer to his task. His broad fingers curled around her thighs and he spread her legs wider—increased the pressure of his talented tongue.
    She moved against his mouth, desperate for more, even though she was already on the edge. It had just been too damn long. Marijka had no doubt he was up to the task of bringing her off again. She surrendered to the bliss as it clawed at her, sharp and hungry—a beast ready to consume her. Marijka shuddered as the ecstasy invaded her and danced with every nerve ending and permeated every cell.
    Luka was suddenly above her, his large hand pushing the damp tendrils of her hair out of her face. The firelight flickered over him just as she’d imagined it would, gliding in a spray of gold over his hard-muscled body, but for a moment, Marijka was sure she saw beneath the skin. She’d known he wasn’t human, but what she saw in that moment was a horror she couldn’t process and fear paralyzed her.
    “Marijka?” he asked softly, as if he were gentling some small, terrified animal.
    And once again he was simply Luka—a beautiful specimen of Alpha male. His skin was real and warm beneath her hand, his cold eyes weren’t so frigid, and she could feel his heart beating against his chest in a rapid tattoo.
    Damn it . She refused to let her fear of the damn dogs ruin this for her, too. Luka Stanislav wasn’t a werewolf. She didn’t know what he was, but it wasn’t that. The moon was full and he was inside with her. None of them could resist the lure of the pale goddess unless he was an Adam. The Alpha and Omega of the species, not just a pack, and no Adam would stoop so low as to be an enforcer for the Aeternali. An Alpha would perhaps, but he would be drawn by the moon as the rest of his brethren.
    No, she was safe with him. At least as far as the wolves were concerned.
    “Did I fail in my task?” He brushed his lips across her mouth.
    She’d already shown him too much weakness. She was a Guild cop and Gypsy