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towards the elevators when he normally would give her time to catch up. She knew where they were going, knew this entire plan of hers – okay, she hadn’t really had a plan and that was the problem - had backfired. She was about to be back in a private room with Nico. Oh yeah, she was in trouble. Even if she told him to keep the necklace, which wasn’t an option, he couldn’t let her walk out of here right after a confrontation.
    He punched a code into the elevator pad, and they entered, his hand firmly around hers. He still didn’t look at her. There was only one level separating them from the floor dedicated to the Royal Guard, and his private suite now.
    Inside the elevator, he held onto her and keyed in yet another code, a statement of dominance for those who watched on camera, and without question, for her. He was ever the dominant one, which had usually aroused her. Hell, it still did, which was exactly why it was all she could do not to pull away. She’d never gather her wits with her body aching to rub herself all over the damnable wolf. But she didn’t and not because of him or her, but because of the cameras. Because she’d learned long ago that the wolves had survived as a race for thousands of years by looking for weakness in their own and destroying it before it destroyed them.
    The doors shut and he turned to her, stared down at her, his eyes rippling with the yellow of his wolf, etched with heat and anger. There was one hell of an explosion coming. Of that, there was no question.
    They arrived on his floor and he released her hand, a tease of freedom she didn’t have and she felt her anger expand. He was just so damn good at letting her go.
    Aylia curled her arms in front of her chest and exited into the hallway and to the right. He fell into step with her, by her side. She was aware of him; felt him all over, as if he still touched her, the entire way down the too long carpeted path that ended at his door. He keyed yet another code to enter and she wanted to scream at him to hurry when there was nothing slow about his movement. She wanted inside the suite, she wanted out of the public eye, where everything bottled up inside her could explode.
    He shoved open the door and she was already in motion; ready to end the silence between them. Nico followed on her heels, kicking the door shut. She started to whirl around to face him, when he crowded her and pressed her back against the door.
    His fists pressed against the door, framing her face. “Don’t ever challenge me in front of the pack again. Someone could have easily ended up dead tonight. You know this. You know the rules.”
    “You stole my necklace,” Aylia blasted back. “Where are your rules, Nico?”
    “That stunt you pulled wasn’t the way to get it back. You know damn well how the pack operates. You know how easily someone ends up dead.”
    “I’m not a wolf,” she said. “I’m a witch and I act like a witch and we both know that’s a bad word in your world. I don’t belong here and neither does my necklace.”
    His fingers slid around her neck, his mouth lowering above hers. “You belong with me,” he growled, slanting his mouth over hers, in a brutally possessive, deep kiss, a branding with his tongue. Aylia tried not to respond, but his tongue stroked hers, hot and hungry.
    Somehow she pushed against him and tore her mouth from his. “No,” she panted, though she wasn’t sure if she was talking to him, or to herself. Her body was defying her. Her nipples ached and she was wet. “Stop. I’m not letting you fuck me senseless again, Nico, and then fuck me over. You took my necklace, Nico. You left me for dead. I’m not going to forget that. You thought I wouldn’t come here, you thought I’d try some other approach to getting it back. Well, you were wrong. Word to the wise. Don’t dare someone who you’ve given a death sentence. They have nothing to lose.”
    “Do you think I’d have survived as the alpha of the