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mouth, her curiosity covering him like a veil. She wanted him to kiss her.
    Malek obliged willingly.
    The moment his mouth touched hers, he inhaled sharply, stunned at the powerful well of emotions rising in his chest. This wasn’t lust, he realised with astonishment. This was more.
    Malek moved his mouth over hers, sliding his fingers in her hair as he willed his thrashing beast within to calm down. He wanted to kiss her, not ravage her with his uncontrollable passion.
    He deepened his kiss and Katya moaned softly against his mouth as she slid her arms up over his chest to the back of his head. This was torture unlike anything he had ever experienced. He had to control his violent need to make love to her. He didn’t want to scare her. He knew she was a strong woman, but he also sensed a fragility within her that touched his protective core.
    Malek slipped his tongue into her mouth and after a brief moment where Katya tensed, she slipped her tongue into his mouth and their kiss grew more heated. He groaned against her mouth, willing himself to pull away.
    His wolf roared for release and his arousal coursed through his veins like molten lava. This torture was turning into physical pain, his erection pulsing with aching heat, and he gripped her by the shoulders and slowly withdrew, flaring his nostrils as he drew in air. Malek stared at her upturned face. Katya didn’t appear frightened, more surprised.
    “Do not be afraid of me.”
    “I’m not,” she said.
    “You don’t have to be afraid anymore. I’m here to protect you.” On the outside, she was a strong woman, a woman who survived two terrifying years in a dark prison, but she was also vulnerable, soft, and he wanted to protect her not because the king had ordered it, but because Malek wanted to. The thought staggered him. “Go back to sleep. I’ll be outside if you need me.”
    She nodded and lay back as he covered her. As he was leaving, he heard her soft, “Malek?”
    He turned around and looked at her.
    “Thank you,” she said softly.
    “Good night, Katya,” he replied.
     

 
     
     
    Chapter Four
     
     
    The next morning, Katya was nibbling on her bread and cheese. She was eating alone again, but this time she didn’t care. She was too deep in thought to make conversation. Her mind warred with what had transpired in her tent last night with Malek. She couldn’t deny she felt something for him, something she’d never felt for a man before— warmth . And she couldn’t get the kiss out of her mind. For the first time in her life, a man had held her gently, kissed her softly, made her feel things she never experienced—comfort, security, protection. It was as if he’d opened a dormant part of her heart she never knew existed and a flood of emotions had tumbled out. The thought of seeing him this morning filled her with a curious sense of unease and excitement. She didn’t know if she liked him or was petrified of him.
    “We will begin packing our things in ten minutes.”
    His deep voice startled her and she snapped her head up to his handsome face. His expression revealed nothing. Crestfallen, she realised he wasn’t as affected by their kiss as she was. Katya nodded, rising slowly, her feelings hurt by this revelation.
    “Finish your breakfast. I will take care of our tent,” Malek said.
    “I can help. I don’t want to sit around waiting for you.”
    His face was grim. “All right. If you want, you can help Nolan pack away all the breakfast plates and utensils.”
    She nodded and went to Nolan. He welcomed her warmly and they chatted lightly as they worked. Katya was thankful for the undemanding camaraderie. She liked Nolan. From what she knew of him he was the youngest guard and very sweet.
    “I watched you in combat training. You have some very impressive moves I’m not familiar with,” he said as they wiped plates.
    “My mother taught me to fight at a young age.”
    “It’s a unique fighting style.”
    “She learned it from