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those words. Isn’t the energy you gather from sex like an addiction?” Ian looks genuinely interested and has the furrow in his brow that he gets when he is turning all man-of-science on me again.
    “It is an odd need. Most of the time I enjoy it whether I want to or not, but sometimes it is a chore. I mean, these days you don’t always have the best of choices. When I start feeling drained, I need a boost and I can’t be choosey.” Feeling oddly sentimental I tuck my head into the crook of Ian’s shoulder and throw an arm over his nicely muscled chest.
    “Well, didn’t you ever meet someone you wanted to settle down with? Someone who could sustain your need in a more intimate way?” Ian gently moves a piece of hair from in front of my eyes and tucks it behind my ear.
    “No. It is probably because my soul mate was snatched from me at such a tender age. That and I have always had issues with authority.”
    “I have a hard time believing that,” Ian says dryly. “I wonder why nobody tells us that we share a soul when supposedly we are betrothed at birth?”
    “If you had been stuck with me for life since birth—despite the fact that you aren’t going to find anyone more beautiful than me—do you honestly think you would have been satisfied with me? Wouldn’t you have hated having the choice taken away from you?”
    “Probably, but this relationship is something that could kill us, and now, once again, I don’t have a choice.”
    “Nice to know you are so enthused about having to have to have sex with me on a daily basis to survive.” I smack Ian on the arm and raise myself a bit so my head is propped up on my shoulder. “At this point in our lives, we have had a chance to live and we can make the choice either to live with each other or to die.
    “I hope you don’t think this means you can boss me around or that I am sleeping exclusively with you.”
    “You’d better get used to the idea that you are sleeping exclusively with me. You’re the one who sought me out. I didn’t ask you to come here, but now that you are here, you’re going to stay. You were right. My chest doesn’t hurt as much any more. If you can make the pain go away, then you’re staying.” Ian’s hand wraps around my throat as he crushes his mouth to mine. His lips are urgent, bruising the tender skin. His intense eyes are snapping with a fire and possession I haven’t seen. He releases my throat suddenly and stalks from the room, not even bothering to pause for clothes.
    “Men,” I roll my eyes at the absurdity of the male gender. Unfortunately, I need Ian too, so I slide from the comfort of the bed and pad off down the hallway in pursuit of the naked, pissed-off scientist.

 

    Chapter Seven
     
    “I am not going to argue about this any more, Angel.” Ian glares at me as he jams the toe of his boot through a puddle of rainwater on the weathered boards of the steamer platform.
    “Fine, then just admit you have no control over me and get over yourself. I assure you there is enough of me to go around.” The warm spring sunshine caresses my skin as I lean back on the hard wooden bench, propping my booted feet up on Ian’s trunk. “Unless you intend to keep me chained in your basement, you are just going to have to deal with the fact that I am not a one-man woman. I don’t even know why we are having this conversation. It isn’t as if I know anything about you that would prevent me from making this decision.”
    “You know you will die if you are away from me. That should be reason enough. Would it be so bad to belong to one man?” A hint of confusion and maybe a sliver of hurt mixes into his angry glare, “Aren’t you tired of fucking everything that moves, even if you don’t want to?”
    “Trust me, I don’t need saving, but maybe you do. Being saddled with a half-succubus sex fiend isn’t as much fun as it sounds, I promise.” I slide on a pair of glasses--tinted lenses wrapped in a wire frame. Ian