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leave," she forced herself to say.
    She followed his eyes down to her chest where
her nipples poked up. Should have worn a sweater. The man licked
his lips.
    "I knew you were wolf when I first saw you at
the festival," she said, attempting to redirect his thoughts.
    He nodded and stepped closer. "Then we have
all the important stuff out there. Just wish I would have known
about you sooner."
    Would that have kept him from taking her home
with him?
    She squeezed the orange harder. He noticed
her uncomfortable reaction and took the mulched fruit from her and
set it aside. The juice trailed over his palm and he swiped a
citrus-oiled finger over her mouth.
    Rissa choked on the sweetness. "Oh, Kai, we
can't do this."
    "No, we can't."
    The hard column of his thigh melded against
hers. With the cart right behind her, she couldn't move away from
him. Yet Rissa was drawn to his aggressive command. To the power
that emanated from his muscles and teased her to touch once more.
Never had she been so compelled by a man. And all she could think
was how he'd mastered her body and treated her like a queen by
worshipping her over and over in the moonlight.
    "Sugar," he said, his eyes falling on her
juice-stained lips.
    Shoved against the oranges, Rissa's body bent
backward over the sweet fruit as Kai leaned over her, and gripped
her hair none-to-gently. "I want you, despite the fact that you're
a—" He glanced around cautiously. "I don't do faeries."
    "So you've said."
    She couldn't find admonishing words because
he'd spoken what felt to her like truth. The man had something
against her breed, and yet, was compelled to her despite that
prejudice.
    If she cared the tiniest bit for him, she
should struggle free and run from him. Instead the heat of him, the
exquisite scent of wild, horny man called to her senses and teased
her need to remain staunch into a soft melty puddle of girlie
desire.
    "I want you again," he said in that deep,
growly, between-the-sheets tone that melted her even more. Cleanup
in the produce aisle, anyone? "One more time."
    He glanced aside. An elderly gentleman
picking over the apples held one aloft as he observed their
clutch.
    "Much as it kills me not to kiss you until
you moan and beg me to move my mouth lower, I'll save the public
display of affection."
    "F-for later?"
    "For fifteen minutes from now. That's how
long it'll take me to drive you to my home and put you up against
the wall in the kitchen."
    Rissa's legs weakened and all parts of her
that she'd gathered up from the girlie puddle again grew hot and
moist. Wanting. Hungry.
    Screw her better intentions. If he wanted to
get busy again, she wasn't about to protest. Let her vampiric curse
fall where it may.
    She'd never claimed to be a good girl.
    ***
    True to his word, Kai lifted her and shoved
her against the kitchen wall. The sun was setting but the few
golden strands that beamed through the surrounding forest landed
his shoulder-length hair in glints of hematite blue. He kissed her
neck and down her breasts, tugging away her shirt as if a nuisance.
Hungry—like a wolf?—he devoured her skin.
    Yes, please, she thought. Make this another
night to remember. She had never before experienced such intimacy
with a man. Seriously. Sex had been sex, because—it had become her
necessity.
    Rissa opened her eyes and met Kai’s delving
gaze.
    “Yes,” she murmured, “kiss me, wolf.”
    And the sparkle moved from her stomach to her
mouth as his kiss struck her as if a fallen star, a blissful
explosion of wondrous sensation. Strong hands moved along her arms,
caressing, not forceful but exploring lightly, seeking her
truths.
    Ah, but her truths were buried so deeply he
would not excavate them this night. She would make sure of it.
    “I can hear the festival drums again,” she
said, and pressed a palm over his heart. “Music entrances me.”
    “Me too. Especially the drum jam. It's
transcendent. Makes me go to another place.” Another kiss ventured
from her mouth