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of his hands.
    â€œNo touching,” he ordered. His balls were tight, his dick throbbing. He would punish her for making him so hot. He kissed her, a hard, brutal kiss, meant to remind her who was in charge. But he knew all too well how on edge he was. How close to fucking her fast and hard, and then starting the seduction all over again. Hell. He’d throw her over his shoulder and take her to his cabin, keep her in bed until he had sated the beast in him, had his fill of her and his answers, too.
    â€œLet go,” she ordered between his kisses. “I’ve waited too long for you not to be able to touch you.”
    Those words spiked a warning in him. “Have you now?” he challenged, his eyes latching onto hers, his mood shifting dark—reminding him of that purpose he’d almost forgotten moments before. How long had she waited, he wondered? The few weeks since they’d met? Or had she come here looking for him? Having hunted him for months or perhaps years? Intending to kill him, as so many of the Yaguara had been killed by the father she seemed to worship?
    Anger rose in him, as did a lusty need, more animal than man. He nipped her lip again. She yelped, and he licked it, releasing her hands. Then he claimed her mouth in a hungry, deep kiss that promised both pleasure and punishment.
    The primal side of him snapped, wild and hot. His plan had been about control, the control he held precious, control that kept a Sentinel like himself alive. But he wanted her beyond that control. He wanted her as much as he wanted the truth. And that shouldn’t be the case. Not when his people depended on him, not when he was a protector, a guardian to the innocent. The truth of how close he was to failing his duty ground through him as surely as did the lust.
    Angry at her, at himself, at the damn Hunters she was traveling with who’d killed more of his people than he wanted to count, he slid his arm up her back and pulled her hard against his chest. A second later he had her in the water, turned her to face him. Pressed her against the wall and drove inside her. Buried himself deep.
    â€œIs that what you wanted?” he demanded, his words a half growl. “Or is the pleasure the appetizer, Amber?” He tasted her, slid his tongue past her lips, let her taste his fury, taste his distrust and anger. Then wrapped her neck with his fingers, fixing her in a hard, unforgiving stare, before vehemently asking the question that would define her fate. “What are you willing to do to find the secrets of Yaguara?”

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    J areth was buried deep inside her, making her ache with need, thrusting his hips against hers to the point she could barely think straight, let alone digest his sudden shift of mood. Like a raincloud erupting into downpour, dark and dangerous, he stormed over her, in her, around her. Primal. Fierce. Wild. These same qualities had her clinging to him, more aroused than she’d ever been in her life. But the look on his face, the feel of his fingers tight on the back of her neck, sent her heart racing in her chest, thundering in her ears. Shocked by the accusation he cast at her, Amber stared into the damning expression on his harshly defined, ruggedly alluring face, his anger vibrating through her, flavoring her lips from the punishing kiss of moments before.
    â€œAnswer the question,” he repeated, thrusting hard into her.
    She gasped and pressed her hands on his shoulders, irritated that the man dared to make such demands when he was still inside her. “Stop moving and I will!”
    â€œNot a chance in hell, sweetheart,” he said, thrusting against her and running a deliciously rough hand over her breast. He yanked her hands to her sides, pressed his cheek to hers, the stubble of a newly forming beard scraping along her jaw, his lips brushing her ear. “What are you willing to do to find Yaguara?”
    Guilt twisted in her stomach, but it did nothing to