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like an enraged beast wanting out. She shook her head in mute denial, shifting her gaze to a point above his head. If she looked at him , she would surely surrender.
    “Oh, no?” he asked in a deceptively soft voice.
    She yelped as he dragged her up his hard muscular body, her feet dangling off the floor, and tilted his head to capture her mouth. Her body quivered at the contact, her lips parting under his onslaught. He wasted no time as she felt the stroke of his tongue against hers. His flavor burst on her taste buds, so hot and sweet she groaned at the sheer pleasure flooding her system.
    Of their own accord, her arms wrapped around his thick neck, holding on as she sank into the kiss with a sigh of surrender. He growled his approval as he pressed her back to the door, holding her up against it as if she weighed nothing. He attacked her mouth with a ruthless hunger. All dominant aggression, a sexual claiming and nothing like the soft passionate care she ’d once experienced with him/Her body exploded, sending shards of pleasure through her nerve endings, and her heart sped up and adrenaline pumped through her veins. He devoured her with each slide of his tongue against hers. She could feel the harsh edge of his desire, scent it in the heady musk of his skin. This was a claiming, but the question remained, just who would claim whom?
    When he pulled away, she gasped for breath, gazing at the blatant male possession etched in the plains and hollows of his darkly beautiful face, and knew she was playing with fire.
    For Navar couldn’t be trusted. He would leave her again.
    She’d bet The Asp on it.
     
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    This is heaven.
    Navar held no doubts about what he wanted from Mari, had always wanted. Through his many years serving the sidhe queen, the only things that kept him sane were thoughts of Mari and a future with her.
    With every mission out behind the veil separating the two different realms, he would seek her out, always staying far enough away to avoid detection, his heart aching with a savage desire. She was his, by all the gods, and he could only stand helpless against the damning tide of longing, relegated to a dismal fate of watching over her from afar.
    It seemed he’d been cursed to just observe her, yet never let her know of his existence for most of his far too long life. He still remembered her as the small gangly child standing defiantly between another child and an angry merchant accusing them of stealing. Her audacity to rebel as a mere slave would have been the end for her. Captivated by the child’s bravery and spirit, he’d controlled the merchant’s mind, wiping the memory of the incident and the children away. Sadly, he could not do the same for himself.
    He couldn’t help being drawn to her time and again, watching through the years as she grew into a beautiful young woman, so lovely she caught Cleopatra’s interest. Once under the queen’s protection, she’d bloomed to become one of three trusted handmaidens. With the death of Alexander, he’d read the writing on the wall and knew Mari would be in danger.
    When the asp sank its fangs into her flesh, pumping a lethal mix of toxins into her system, he'd known her time had just run out and that he needed to act fast. After draining her to the point of death, he’d bitten into his own flesh and forced his blood into her, changing her life forever.
    Their three months together were the happiest of his existence, and he’d lived centuries. He'd never thought to have the kind of connection he experienced with Mari. The loss of such a gift had hollowed him out. If not for his friend Cassie, he would surely have gone mad a long time ago. Like him, Cassie was an outsider, a pure blood lycan who’d begged sanctuary with the sidhe queen for her and the dozen or so females like her. In payment for her protection, Cassie had agreed to be a hunter like him. Often the two worked together tracking those who’d tried to escape the queen’s wrath.
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