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intensity he’d never experienced in the past. Despite his misgivings, he went with the feline’s desires, hauling Camryn against his chest, holding her squirming body with brute strength.
    “Cease.” His order brought renewed resistance, and a grunt hissed from him when her boot connected with his ankle. Secs later, his mouth slammed down on hers. Not a gentle kiss but a statement of intent.
    A claiming.
    After a brief hesitation Camryn’s tense body slackened into acquiescence. With a soft sigh, she slid her arms around his neck to cling, lips parting hungrily, her submission taking him by surprise. Her low moan of pleasure dispersed his lingering doubts. Ry relaxed and let the hunger flare out of check.
    Hotter.
    Brighter.
    He ran urgent hands down her back, over her curvy ass and lifted her, cradling her against his chest. The warmth of her body created a series of explosions inside, chipping away the cool voice of reason, the remnants of his restraint.
    “You push at my feline,” he said in a low growl as he forced himself to pull away a fraction.
    “You say it like that’s a bad thing,” she purred, clinging to him sweetly and baffling the hell out him.
    A paradox. The woman was full of them. At first weak and scared, now her fear had eased. Her contradictions fascinated him as much as her exquisite scent and sexy body.
    “I need control to keep my feline at bay.” The truth, but for the last half cycle his feline had gripped him firmly by the balls. With Camryn’s presence, he’d slipped the leash entirely.
    “Does it hurt when you change forms?” Camryn stroked his cheek, a frown of concentration on her face. Instantly, power flared beneath his skin, transmitting her touch to every part of his body. The feline arched and purred, and Ry accepted he was in trouble. The woman rubbed wantonly against his burgeoning erection while a smile played on her lips. Seductive. Knowing.
    “Not really. The change—it just happens. I picture the cat in my mind and shift.” Ry stole another look and knew he had to kiss her again. A compulsion . He moved slowly, in an effort to temper his former roughness, not wanting to scare her into telling him to stop.
    Their lips touched and he sipped, tasted. Savored. All the time trying to go slow. Yes! To his relief she started to return his kiss, opening her mouth in encouragement to take the kiss deeper. Mogens must have given her some of his mouth fresheners, and she delivered a burst of aniseed along with her enthusiasm. He gloried in the sleek feel of her body, the smooth curve of her top lip and the luscious lower one. A purr rumbled through his mind. Camryn tasted good. Too damn good. And she could kiss, knowing how to tease, to drive him higher, make him crave more. Her sharp nip of pain was soothed with the moist rasp of her tongue. Without stopping his exploration of her mouth, he carried her to the bed, dropping her onto the blue silken covers.
    He stared, still trying to do the right thing and ripped his gaze away from her swollen, glistening lips. For a bordello, the room appeared clean and didn’t offend his nose with the stench of unclean bodies or the use of scent to disguise offensive smells. Ry removed her boots and set them aside.
    “I think I’m dreaming.” She lay in the middle of the feather mattress, staring at him with her golden-brown eyes. They glowed like tiger-eye gems while her tongue darted out to moisten the full curve of her lower lip.
    “This isn’t a dream.” A touch of irritation flashed through him, lightning quick and dramatic. He’d never cared overly much about his sexual partners—in the past it had been about appeasing the cat and sating his urges. With Camryn he wanted real and gritty. Hard and furious, but he needed it to be more than just sex. “It’s real. My shin aches where you kicked me.”
    “Does it?” She laughed hard enough to jiggle her breasts, catch his attention. Like an addictive drug, she called