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  How long had he been here? she wondered as guilt torched her insides. She should have fought Strider harder.

  Should have escaped and found Micah before he’d been beaten. He suffered now because of her.

  She’d never be able to make it up to him, but God, did she want to try. “Micah?” Gaze never leaving his beautiful, savaged face, she scooted even closer to him. She placed their twined hands on his waist as she leaned in…closer stil …and softly, gently, pressed their lips together. “I’m so sorry you’re here. I’m so sorry for everything that was done to you. ”

  At first, he gave no reaction. Not to her words and not to her kiss. He stil didn’t reply. Didn’t flinch from pain or encourage her to deepen the contact, either. Then he stiffened, his fingers squeezing at hers. Then he inhaled deeply, as if he couldn’t get enough of her scent. Then he canted his head and opened his mouth. Not just welcoming her, but encouraging her.

  Moaning, she slipped her tongue past his lips, past his teeth, and jerked at the sudden bolt of arousal that speared her. His taste was minty from the wash, but spiced with a dark drug, luring, tempting…demanding a response. A response she couldn’t deny. Her breath grew shal ow, her nipples pearled and every cel in her body smoldered with the sweetest kind of fire.

  More, she thought.

  His tongue met hers, rol ed and coiled, danced and sparred, the heat spreading, intensifying. And then he was moaning, pressing more ful y, thrusting his tongue as if their mouths were having sex.

  She’d kissed him a few times before and had been disappointed in each of the experiences. This time, there was no disappointment. There was shattering excitement, sultry danger and heady bliss. Her fingers moved of their own accord, up, up, tangling in his hair. Soft, silky hair, the strands baby fine.

  More, he said this time, the single word a growl inside her head.

  “Oh, yes. ” More. She never wanted this to end. She had a mind fil ed with bad memories, yet as she swal owed his exotic flavor, she was swept away by him, the past forgotten, the present a thril and the future something to anticipate. So good. “I don’t want to hurt you. Don’t let me hurt you. ”

  Stopping’s the only thing that wil hurt me. The kiss must have caused an adrenaline reaction in him, something, because the next thing she knew, he had enough strength to heft her up, forcing her to straddle his lap.

  His erection pressed against her needy core, hard and thick, and she gasped. Good? No longer an adequate word. The earth freaking moved. Unable to help herself, she rubbed against him, arching forward and back. Each time she hit him, each time they connected, she released a groan of need. Nerve endings did the sizzling thing, pleasure rushing through her in heated waves.

  More.

  “Please. ” Her voice was little more than a needy whimper.

  One of his hands dove past the waist of her pants and cupped her ass. Skin-to-skin, a white-hot brand of possession. His other hand rode up her spine and latched onto the back of her neck. In the next instant, he spun her, basical y tossing her on top of the mattress and looming over her, his weight smashing into her.

  The kiss never even paused. Over and over his tongue worked hers, feeding her the ecstasy she needed but also making her ache. Didn’t help when his hips began a slow grind against her clitoris, that hand on her ass forcing her to rise up and meet him, to slide up and down his shaft. The friction burned, burned so damned sweetly. She’d never experienced anything like this.

  We shouldn’t be doing this.

  For her, it was too late to care about their surroundings, the danger. “I need you. ”

  Yes.

  She would have laughed at how easily he’d been convinced to continue, but at the moment she cared about only one thing. Climax. Her nails scoured his back, probably drawing blood. She tried to temper her reaction, to calm before she erupted, went wild and injured him further, but couldn’t. The ache…was consuming her, driving her, fogging her brain.

  “I need…” Haidee wound her legs around his waist and locked her ankles. He palmed her breast, rol ing her nipple between his fingers. Even through her shirt and bra, she could feel the heat of him. The fiery brand. “I need…”

  Me. You need me.

  AMUN WAS LOST.

  He’d placed his hands around Haidee’s neck ready to snap the bone in two. She’d looked over at him with those eyes of pearl-gray, lashes long and sweeping, lips soft and pouty, pink locks of hair fal ing over her forehead. She’d talked of saving him…then a dark emotion had claimed her expression. One he hadn’t been able to read, but one he’d hated.

  She had leaned into him, somehow innocent in a way he’d never been, apologized to him as if his pain were somehow her fault, and he’d forgotten his body’s wounds. His forgotten everything. He’d been helpless to do anything but accept her lips against his. Then he’d breathed her in and accepting hadn’t been an option, either. He’d needed to possess her. Own her. Taking everything. Giving everything.

  He hadn’t understood the desires, stil didn’t understand them, but he couldn’t bring himself to care. The moment their tongues intertwined, his body had become a storm, and this woman had become his only anchor.

  Now, al the demons inside him—so many voices, so many thoughts and urges—lurched frantical y, unable to remain at the back of his mind. They did not like her, had tried to hide from her, but now they were desperate to stay away from her. He sensed their agitation, their fear, but they were being pul ed toward her unbidden, as he had been. They resisted.

  He hadn’t resisted. He’d simply given in.

  Now he struggled to tether the demons, to keep them in place as Haidee writhed in his arms, the decadent chil of her skin teasing his palms. Soon he had trouble even remembering to do that. She was undiluted pleasure in his arms. A demon in her own right, consuming him, driving him.

  Just then, he realized he didn’t care that she was a Hunter.

  Didn’t care that she meant to harm his friends. That she had harmed his best friend. This was…necessary. She tasted like the Water of Life found only in the heavens.

  Pure, fresh, crisp. And when she bit at his lips, no longer concerned with being gentle with him, too passion-crazed to care, like him, his thoughts derailed, realigning to his first goal: possessing her. Total y, completely.

  He pried his fingers from her ass and slid his hand to the front of her. Panties. Cotton. Damp. Nice.

  Mine, he thought next and stil didn’t care about the consequences. He would care later. Tomorrow, maybe.

  Here, now, she was his. Desperate to feel her most feminine core, he shoved those panties aside. More than damp. Slick, ready. Gods, the way she wanted him…

  A groan rose from low in his throat and rumbled out. He stiffened for a moment, fearing what might fol ow even so slight a sound, but his mouth remained focused on Haidee and her thrusting tongue, no words forming.

  Relaxing, he tunneled through her folds, found her clitoris and pressed with the heel of his hand. She cried out, hips shooting off the bed, nails scoring his back.

  This is good. You like this. They should have been questions; they emerged as statements of fact.

  “Yes, please. More. ”

  Hearing her beg was a climax al its own. What do you want? What do you need? What else did she like?

  “You. Just you. ” Her eyes were closed, her tongue swiping at her lips to find his taste. Oh, yes. She was as lost as he was.

  Has it ever been this way before? Between us? The moment he asked, he stiffened. He didn’t want to know. He didn’t—

  “God, no. We were terrible before. ”

  He fed her another kiss to show his approval, and that surprised him. Amun wasn’t like Strider, possessive to the extreme. He’d never minded sharing anything. Had never gone caveman on a woman before. Had never claimed one as his very own. Actual y, he hadn’t had a lover in hundreds of years. To always know what
they were thinking, what they truly thought of him, truly wanted from him… It had gotten old fast. So he’d concentrated on the war with the Hunters and what he was good at: kil ing. But Haidee…

  He wanted to be her best. Her only. Didn’t want her thinking the old “Micah” was better. Didn’t want her thinking about any man but Amun.

  “You are…this is…amazing. ”

  Gonna make you so happy you said that.

  Amun worked his way down her throat, nipping, licking, sucking. Until he reached her nipple.

  Tenderness was abandoned. He bit through the fabric of her shirt, tugging the little bud into the fiery heat of his mouth, even as he shoved a finger deep, deep into her sex.

  Another cry left her, renting the air. Every muscle in his body clenched, savoring the sensation. Holy hel , but she clasped him tight. Seed leaked from the slit in his cock; he was hungry for her, for this, for more, so hungry. He added a second finger, moving in and out, in and out. She writhed, she begged some more.

  The demons grunted hysterical y as they gripped the tether he’d created, trying desperately to stay inside him as she pul ed at his hair—as though she was pul ing on them again. And yet, agitated as they were, they stil could not overtake his mind.

  Haidee’s head thrashed left and right. “So close…just a little more…and I’l … I have to… I need…

  Please!”

  He couldn’t let the beasts near her. Not that they wanted near her; they were stil fighting. He should stop this, stop the madness, but he had to taste her. He needed to taste her. Life wouldn’t be worth living if he didn’t.

  She was panting, little beads of ice crystal izing over her skin as he worked his way down. An oddity he barely registered. Sweating ice? Her T-shirt was rucked up to the middle of her bra—cotton, white, pretty—the flat plane of her stomach and the dip of her navel revealed. Gorgeous.

  Had a woman ever been so gorgeous?

  As he ripped the crotch of her panties, paving the way for his mouth, he licked into her navel. Her bel y quivered. Her knees pressed into his sides, squeezing. Had he been human, she would have cracked bone.