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body. Trying to get more comfortable, Marax shifted and she immediately tightened her inner muscles, keeping his half-hard cock inside her. Blood started flowing south again and he let himself enjoy the build. He wanted her as much now as he had earlier, but need wasn’t clawing at him yet. He let himself sink into the sensations.
    Before he was ready, his brain began to whisper insistently that he needed to listen to it. He brushed off the prod—he’d think later. All he wanted to do now was fantasize about what he’d do with Chloe next time and enjoy holding his woman.
    That thought had his mind poking him again even more urgently. This time, Marax paid attention.
His woman?
His muscles stiffened.
No, it couldn’t be. That was impossible.
Chloe stirred against him again, maybe picking up on his agitation. Soothing her was as natural as taking his next breath.
See,
his brain said. He shook his head. Wanting to take care of the woman who’d given him such pleasure didn’t mean anything.
    Yeah,
his mind said.
And you bite every woman who makes you come.
    It couldn’t mean anything. She was only a quarter demon.
    Marax wanted to be in motion. He thought better when he was moving. With a soft growl, he surged to his feet, still holding Chloe. Her protest sounded sleepy to his ears and he wished he could stay in that place with her, but he was too far on the other side now. He kept his arms around her until she had her balance and then stepped away.
    And nearly fell back onto the chair because he’d forgotten he hadn’t taken off his pants. Marax yanked his briefs and trousers into place and zipped up. A wave of his hand sent the chair back to the windows and at last he could pace.
    Except whenever he pivoted at the wall, he faced Chloe again. Naked, soft, sexy, languorous Chloe who made his cock twitch every time he saw her.
    “What’s wrong?” she asked. “And don’t tell me nothing, I know better than that.”
    Since the word
nothing
had been on the tip of his tongue, he ignored the question instead. On his next turn he nearly plowed into her and without thought, his arms wrapped around her to keep her from falling. The instinct to protect was at the surface, and telling himself he’d do the same for any woman he’d shared pleasure with might be the truth, but it wasn’t the whole truth and that scared him.
    “Talk to me, damn it,” Chloe demanded.
    Fear came out as anger. “You want to know what’s wrong? I think we’re mated, that’s what’s wrong.”
    Marax went around her, continuing his path across the room. He couldn’t be mated to her. Couldn’t be. She didn’t have enough demon blood, he told himself again. He knew she didn’t because he’d made sure of that before he’d ever gone near her.
    Her hand closed around his biceps with surprising strength. “What do you mean,
mated?
Do you mean we had sex? I know, I was here for that.”
    She didn’t have a clue what he was talking about. He worked on taking it down a few notches, on controlling his emotions rather than letting them take charge of him, but the deep breathing raised a different kind of emotion. With his acute senses, the scent of sex filled his nostrils, the scent he and Chloe had created together, and all he could think of were the things he hadn’t taken the time to do with her. All the things she hadn’t done with him. That was bad enough, but then there was her body, naked and flushed and right in front of him.
    The bed was right there. He could take her down on it and they could—
    “Put your clothes on and we’ll talk.” He carefully freed himself from her hold and bent to retrieve her dress and panties. He took one look at her thong, handed her the dress, and shoved the torn panties into his pants pocket. While she pulled it on, he shrugged into his shirt. Maybe with all his clothes on, he’d stop dwelling on taking Chloe a second time.
    “I’ll get the zipper,” he said as she began to reach behind her.
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