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but you will never be able to know my mind.” The sharp words flew from her lips.
    He grew still. Alarm skittered across suddenly tight skin.
    “I already know you, Nilana. Your dreams, your desires, your fears.” The hand he moved to hold her chin still smelled of her need. Firmly he turned her face until their gazes locked “Before I’m done, you’ll be screaming for me to take you. Pleading with me to make you mine.” The words were delivered with promise.
    “I beg no one, you—” His mouth on hers ended the words before they were finished.
    His tongue thrust in, bringing with it his taste, dark and demanding her surrender.
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    The kiss changed everything she knew about herself. Hungry, carnal, demanding, it shook her to her core. Some part of her knew she should be fighting him, but the reasons slipped away and it became important only that she quench the fire he had brought to life.
    She moaned into his mouth and recognized the sound for what it was. Need. His answering groan rumbled from his throat.
    Lost in his kiss, she barely noticed the movement behind them, or the shifting touch on her wrists. When his lips lifted from hers, she sobbed at the loss. The world spun around her, the shadows of the full moon rotating before she realized she was the one in motion. She came to rest with her head cradled by firm thighs.
    Nilana looked up, seeing the man now sitting behind her still-spinning head.
    Cheveyo. The shaman’s hands held her wrists, his lap supporting her head. His naked chest was above hers, muscled and scarred. And his gaze was on hers. Nilana froze. His gaze held power. This man spoke with the spirits.
    Her breath caught in her chest. There was more than power in his gaze. There was hunger as well.
    “Wildcat.” Tate’s voice held a husky note she had not heard before. Strong hands spread her thighs, stroking the smooth flesh as he held them firmly apart. His head lowered to hover over her core, determined lips heating her already burning flesh. His tongue came out to tease her curls, then traced a path to the sensitive nub hidden within.
    “Stop!” It was too much. How could she fight him, when her body was already arching up to meet his touch? “I don’t want this!” It had been hard to fight before. It became impossible with his lips and tongue arrowed in on her pleasure.
    “I don’t think she meant that.” Cheveyo murmured the words. His fingers remained locked around her wrists, his gaze following the motions of the warrior between her legs.
    Tate hummed his agreement. One large thumb began to press down her drenched slit, spreading the moisture leaking from within while his lips coaxed her higher.
    Her hips bucked again, desperate to feel more. Higher she climbed, hovering on the peak. Waves of sensation washed over her until her world centered on the unbearable 19

    crest of need. His lips sucked her nub firmly and took her to the edge of climax. Then they released her flesh, leaving her body craving a release he wasn’t ready to give.
    “Don’t stop!” She tried again to thrust her hips higher and cried her frustration when hard hands held her still. His lips still moved, but they had shifted higher to tease the sensitive skin of her belly. She felt the climax slipping away, and howled her frustration.
    Tate’s voice called to her, demanding her attention. “Nilana. Look at me.” Her gaze snapped to meet his. His eyes were watching her, his resolute features stamped with hunger.
    “You can’t fight this, Wildcat. Your body knows it even if your head won’t admit it.” His finger slid inside, stroking her from her heated core.
    Her body convulsed around him on a gasp. Release hung just a breath away.
    She didn’t want to fight him right now. She wanted to come. Her body quivered on the edge, teased by the dreams of last night without fulfillment, tortured by his stroking fingers and talented mouth.
    When his thumb brushed lightly against her nub, her body bowed in