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locked and aiming to fire. But no matter how things played out tonight, Sasha had to understand they had no future together. No solid ground to build upon. This was it. A one-night stand that would have to satiate their unresolved desires…
    Sasha reached up on tiptoe and kissed him, barely brushing his bottom lip. She hooked it with her teeth and suckled it into her mouth, sending hard coils of tension racing to Damon’s lap.
    “Let tonight be tonight,” she breathed when she pulled away. “And let tomorrow worry about itself.”
    “You’re playing with fire, woman,” he said, and in a moment of white-hot impulse, Damon caught her mouth with his.

Chapter Three
    Sasha’s world spun, wobbling on its axis as she steadied herself on weak knees.
    It was Damon. Everything about him sucked her into a vortex, where the only things that existed were the intensity of his touch, the wild scent of the Feralon wind flowing off him in waves and the sharp whip of his tongue against hers.
    Things should’ve been different between them—strained and uncomfortable, as things often are between long-lost friends after time apart. There should’ve been gaps of awkward silence. Instead, it felt as if the magnetism between them was stronger than before, if that were possible.
    She couldn’t take her hands off the wide span of Damon’s shoulders if she’d wanted to…which she didn’t. She couldn’t stop staring at the cool silver Draco specks glimmering across the severe cut of his cheekbones. Couldn’t pull her lips from his if the Isle of Feralon were sinking into the sea beneath their feet. And for one dizzying second, she could’ve sworn it was.
    From the instant Sasha spotted Damon at the hot springs, she knew there was no turning back. They were on a collision course—two stars pulled together by a gravity neither of them understood.
    Damon’s hands were desperate and seeking, skimming to her breasts and hips. He gripped her there and bent her closer, pressing her hips possessively against him. Sasha arched back, succumbing to the strength of his embrace and the heat of their chemistry.
    He may’ve said resisting her was easy, but the rock-hard shaft pressing against her stomach screamed otherwise.
    Excitement bubbled through Sasha’s veins—something she hadn’t felt in years. Since the last time they were together, maybe. Her father had tried to mate her with other members of the pack—robust males who cared more about taking over as Alpha when her father died rather than loving her. She couldn’t remember the last time she had this kind of exhilaration soaring through her.
    Possessing her mouth, Damon wrapped his strong arms around Sasha’s waist and lifted her off her feet. Anticipation spiked in her core and flashes of molten lava rushed between her legs. Her legs grew heavy as she was dragged down into Damon’s kiss and the promise of what was to come.
    Sasha closed her eyes tight and gave in to the seduction of his mouth. Despite the roughness of his hands, Damon’s kiss was tender and soft. His tongue caressed hers lightly, exploring every last corner of her mouth with a sensuality that weakened her knees. He was treating her like she was both something he wanted to ravage and something he wanted to savor. Sasha gasped for air, wishing he would never stop.
    When their kiss deepened, advancing from stirring passion to unbridled lust, Damon set her back on her feet. Sasha gripped his biceps tight to steady her legs.
    Damn it. She couldn’t lie. Not even to herself.
    She was afraid. If she let go, let her fingers drift from the heat of Damon’s body, this moment—their connection—could end.
    She couldn’t let that happen. She’d waited too long for him to return.
    “I’m not letting go,” he said, as if he’d read her mind.
    Sasha immediately eased, her arms and legs going limp like jelly beneath the weight of his stare.
    Then Damon went and did it, tensed every muscle in her body, by stripping