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odd thrum in her body.
    In the water floated a small yellow rubber duck.
    “Thought you’d like some company.” He sat on the tub’s lip.
    Grateful for the covering of bubbles, she nodded at the duck. “I usually don’t bathe with a toy.”
    “But I do.” He stood and shrugged out of the robe. A hank of dark hair spilled across his forehead as he gave her an intent look. She gazed upward and her eyes widened. His penis had been soft before, but now jutted out from his body, thick and hard. Heat spiraled between her legs.
    Water sloshed as he stepped into the tub. Samantha gave a small squeak and curled up her legs, hooking her arms around them.
    “What the hell do you think you’re doing?”
    “I needed a hot soak before bed.” He leaned against the opposite end, grinning at her.
    His powerful sexuality wrapped around her like a cloak. Tendrils of his scent threaded through the air, a delicious smell that spoke of warmth, protection and a fierce loyalty. Samantha’s pulse pounded hard as he stretched out his arms on either side of the tub. His broad shoulders were layered with muscle, and assorted scars puckered the sun-kissed skin. Grayson’s body was rugged and spoke of an outdoor life. But his face was chiseled like sculpted marble, the gray eyes large with sweeping lashes beneath heavy black brows. Except for the scar, he would be beautiful as an angel.
    A deadly angel.
    He watched her, those gray eyes filled with a dark hunger. His gaze made her feel open, yearning for something she didn’t dare explore.
    Samantha glanced down at the water. She saw a vision; his powerful body lowered over hers, his legs entangled with hers as they made fierce love, sweat slicking their bodies. Grayson groaning her name, fisting his hand in her long hair as he tipped her head back for a possessive kiss.
    Samantha. My mate .
    No! She slapped the bubbles.
    She wasn’t anyone’s mate and she was determined to remain a virgin. Samantha had known about the powers she’d inherited on her twenty-first birthday two months ago, the reason why the Society wanted her found. Fearing they would be compromised if she made love, she’d shunned men. Never wanted one, either.
    Until now.
    “I have to get out of here. This tub, I mean. I can’t be here with you. I can’t.”
    She hated the quiver in her voice, the betraying nervousness in her hands. The towel was too far away. She’d have to expose her nudity to him. Samantha thought of a stone castle to block her thoughts. She knew she’d have to escape tonight. She could not spend the night here, not with this Ancient and his open hunger for her.
    Could not trust herself to fight it.
    “Samantha.” His voice was quiet and steady. “I would never hurt or force you.”
    “You’re a Hunter and a werewolf. Two creatures not exactly known for restraint.”
    “I’m an Ancient, and my control is legendary. Even my sexual control.”
    Her hands squeezed together. “And what I saw means you are in perfect control. Right.”
    “I can’t help my body’s reaction. I want you. But that doesn’t mean I follow my base instinct and let my wolf take over.”
    “Let him take over and do what?”
    Grayson’s voice went husky. “Make love to you until dawn. I’d run my tongue over your skin, marking you with my scent, before making you mine. And then I would give you such intense pleasure that your body will never long for another. And if another male even dares attempt to hurt you, I would give my body and my blood to keep you safe.”
    Her heart gave an unexpected thump. She’d been on her own for so long, she’d grown accustomed to being alone, having to fend for herself. Now this Ancient, who could rip cars apart with his hands, was declaring his vow of protection. Not a lightly given oath.
    “Why are you doing this?” she whispered. “I’m a Darklighter, your enemy.”
    Grayson flicked a soap bubble. “Because you can be saved. You must be saved.” His gaze was steady and