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was more than she had known. Until she had a clue what he was really up to, it might be best to keep an eye on him. And she sure as hell didn’t mind staring at him. Not that she’d get her job done if she continued to do so.
    “I really am here to take you with me. Home will be wherever you wish.” His eyes didn’t open, not a muscle in his body moved.
    And he’d just read her fucking mind.
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    “What did you just say?” Her full, red lips puckered. Perfect for kissing or wrapping around his cock.
    “It’s been a long time, Moira. Gather your things and we’ll leave.”
    “I’m not going with you anywhere, wolf man. I’m not out here on vacation.”
    Although she had a feeling he knew this already.
    “The other agent on your mission had a disc like the one you’re looking at. It made it pretty easy to find you.”
    “What did you do with him?” She chewed her lower lip, searching his face—then looking lower.
    It was all he could fucking do to stay soft when she drooled over him like that.
    What he wouldn’t do to have this conversation after they had sex.
    He shrugged, pulling her gaze up from his cock and back to his face. “The other GWAR agent will find all of your criminals. I left their bodies together to make it easier for GWAR when they search the mountain. I’m sorry, sweet bitch, that he’ll get all the credit for this mission and not you. It has to be that way this time.”
    “You killed them all?” She stared at him in disbelief and the bag on her lap fell to the floor. She looked down at it, holding clothes in her hands and then shook her head, trying to accept everything he’d just told her. “Then there’s no mission.”
    “Nope. And it gives us an extra day or so to disappear before GWAR starts looking for you.”
    “Disappear. You think I’m just going to prance off by your side?”
    “I’ve given you five years. You’re twenty-three now, plenty old enough to take a mate.” And it had been beyond torture waiting. A promise was a promise though. He didn’t go back on his word. Bruno Tangaree had known that.
    “How thoughtful of you,” she snapped, pursing her lips into a fine line while staring at him with dark orbs. “I think I know when and if I want a mate though.
    Barging in here and hauling me off isn’t going to work, wolf man.”
    “You would have disappointed me if you’d responded any differently.”
    She ignored him and instead fumbled with the clothes in her hands. Her slender, delicate-looking fingers stroked the material, carefully stretching and pressing the clothing probably without realizing it. If she gave that same meticulous attention to a werewolf’s body, he’d have to have her soon. In spite of the throbbing headache he now had from the gash he’d foolishly gotten, it was impossible not to enjoy staring at her.
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    Skin the color of caramel with long, silky black hair that fell just past her curvy hips to her ass and firm, perky tits—she was one fucking hot bitch. Her arms were slender, as were her legs. Muscular yet thin, with a narrow, willowy look about her. Blood rushed from his head to his cock while he watched her dress.
    The teenage girl he’d rescued five years ago had turned into one hell of a stunning woman. Her life had hardened her, made her appear older than she was. A strong smell of mistrust and hatred emanated so fully from her that he swore it was part of her natural scent. Yet she was turned on. Lust swam thickly in the air around them. And it wasn’t all from him. She liked what she saw. Hell, she fucking craved it. Remaining naked more than distracted her. His body excited the hell out of her.
    Which was a damned good thing.
    He moved deeper into her thoughts.
    Careful. He had to be damned careful. Just as he’d been five years ago and every minute of every fucking day ever since.
    She was her sire’s pride and joy. Bruno had been right that she’d figure out the gift