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     was going to say in their tracks. Her eyes widened, and she nodded rapidly.
    “Right, then. I’ll just take care of that for ye, lad. I’ll, erm, keep the rest of
     the wolves at bay, shall I?”
    The growl that rumbled in his chest gave me the shivers and was all the answer Clarisse
     needed. She disappeared without another word, the door clicking shut behind her.
    He levered up on his elbows and glanced down at me with a frown. “This is not quite
     how I anticipated my first evening with you would turn out.”
    “I’d hope not,” was my dry response. “How about that shower? Unless you think we’ll
     be interrupted there, too . . .”
    A wicked twinkle sparkled in his eyes, his frown soon replaced by a sly grin. “Are
     you sure you wouldn’t mind a bit of extra company? I’m sure I could arrange something.”
     It didn’t take long for my flat stare to coax laughter out of him. “I’m joking, Shiarra.
     For now, I plan on keeping you to myself. I’m not terribly good at sharing.”
    With that, he scooped me up in his arms, and carried me to the bathroom. He set me
     on my feet and started the shower, while I leaned my hip against the marble sink and
     enjoyed the view. The steam seemed to be easing the tickle in my throat, though my
     voice still came out in a more throaty whisper than I intended.
    “I don’t suppose you feel like telling me what your plans for me are?” At the look
     he gave me over his shoulder, I snorted. “I don’t mean right now. Duh. I mean like
     later tonight. Tomorrow. The day after that.”
    He reached out to take my hand and tug me with him under the spray of multiple showerheads.
     “There will be more than enough time to worry about that later. Let’s focus on right
     now, shall we?”
    His obvious ploy to get me to leave the subject alone was made more obvious by the
     sudden, intense kiss he used to keep my mouth busy. Unsurprisingly, it worked.
    There wasn’t much getting clean happening in that shower, but for the time being,
     I was happy to let that slide. Much like last night, Royce paid very close attention
     to the places he knew would make me stop caring about anything aside from the moment.
     Thoughts surrounding what to do about the police, the Ravenwoods (or whoever it was
     out for my blood), what had happened to Jack, what I would do about my family, and
     if Royce knew why I hadn’t changed into a werewolf, were blown right out of my head.
     For a good long while, I didn’t care, and was happy to let all of those worries melt away under the vampire’s talented
     ministrations.
    Like most good things in my life, it wasn’t destined to last. Royce murmured a soft
     curse against my lips when a pounding sound came from somewhere outside the room.
     He put a little extra pressure on a spot that made me squeal in a very good way, but
     whoever was knocking wasn’t going away.
    Royce muttered a quiet expletive and straightened, holding me steady until my weak
     knees were ready to hold me up on their own. “Wait here.” He gave me a parting kiss
     and a wolfish grin as he opened the glass door. “Get lathered up; I won’t be long.”
    “Can’t it wait? We still need to get cleaned up,” I said, reaching for him. He took
     my hand and kissed my knuckles in a move that would have been charmingly gallant if
     not for his nakedness.
    “They wouldn’t be interrupting if it weren’t important. I’ll get it settled quickly.
     You be ready for me when I get back. I don’t like to wait.”
    “Could’ve fooled me,” I muttered.
    In a flash, I was pressed up against the shower wall, and I didn’t need any more proof
     of his desire. As my hands settled on his shoulders, he bit my earlobe lightly, sending
     a shock of pleasure down my spine. He then whispered in my ear, making me squirm in
     all the right ways. “Don’t doubt for a moment that you’re mine, my little hunter.
     You’ve been mine longer than you know. A few moments apart