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embedded in the hair at the nape of her neck.
    His other hand had dropped down to his thigh, where she could see the long, gleaming length of a strange blade strapped to the hard surface of his leg. Her eyes darted back up to his face and then to Raife’s.
    “Shimmer to the other side of me, Kel.”
    “What?” Her eyes darted between them again. “You gotta be kidding me, right?”
    The tension between the two men crackled in the air. The warm hand tangled in her hair slid down to gently grip her elbow. The delicious stranger was trying to maneuver her behind him. He and Raife were preparing to attack each other.
    Terrific.
    “Oh. Hell. No,” Kel snapped again, trying to push away from the sexy stranger, but his hand tightened on her arm. His gaze dropped down to seize hers, and her body involuntarily clenched again at the sight of the heated possession there. Something very raw and base writhed in agreement, wanting to lay claim to him in return. Without warning, her dormant canines sprang into her mouth for the first time in her life. She slapped a hand over her mouth.
    “Oh, shit.” Kel cursed with a wince as one razor-sharp fang sliced her tongue. The metallic tang of blood filled her mouth, shocking her. Female Sanguen only took blood for one reason – to mate.
    Holding her palm over her mouth, she shimmered away from both of them. The stranger immediately followed, his eyes still ringed with a seething band of fire and focused intently on her. A dark furrow deepened between his eyes, but he said nothing.
    Did he even speak English? He was obviously a Sanguen, most likely a full-blood. He didn’t belong to any of the communities around here. She would have known him, and she definitely didn’t know him. She would have remembered him.
    Well, okay, she knew the hard heat of his body against hers and the feel of his cock rubbing some delicious friction between her legs, but she didn’t know him know him.
    Good God, she didn’t even know his name and yet his tongue had filled her mouth. A rush of wet heat flooded between her legs at the memory of the hot depths of his mouth. Shit!
    Don’t think about that.
    “Are you okay?”
    Kel’s eyes jerked to Raife again, where he stood not six feet away, silently watching the stranger. The cleanup crew was waiting at the mouth of the alley, smiles gone, obviously sensing the danger. That damn dead user was still sprawled out in the gravel and garbage, eyes staring sightlessly out into the darkness, his blood a dark halo fanning out from his body.
    As though he knew Raife was talking to her, the stranger jerked around, maneuvering so that she was positioned behind him. His lip curled with a low, rumbling sound of warning.
    “Stay out of my mate’s mind, fire breather.”
    Mate? Oh hell no! She belonged to no man, no matter how hunky he was. Especially a man who’d dropped into a freaking drug bust. Kel shook her head vehemently, her tongue tentatively touching the tip of one elongated canine. Her body may have wanted him, but her mind still had the upper hand as long as she kept her distance.
    “Kel?”
    Raife’s eyes didn’t stray from the stranger as he awaited her answer. She knew the big Drachon would attack if she was threatened. He’d been around her since she’d been a teenager, sort of like the overprotective older brother. Kel somehow knew the stranger wouldn’t hurt her, but she couldn’t say anything around the unfamiliar fullness of her canines in her mouth. And they were freaking sharp.
    “Release her, bloodsucker.” Raife’s voice was a low menacing growl.
    “You have no right to interfere.” The stranger hissed, his hand tightening around her arm. “She is mine.”
    “Not unless she wants to be.” Raife’s smile was feral. “And she don’t look like she wants to be.”
    The stranger barely cast her a look as he dropped her arm to reach down with both hands and pull the blades cleanly away from his thighs.
    “You don’t want to go