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for her to respond. “I’ll need your phone.”
    She handed it over. “Why?” The warmth of his hand covered her fingers, and all her thoughts led to Terje slipping his fingers inside her panties and spreading her lips wide.
    He inhaled sharply, lowering his face and grazing his teeth across her chin. “You’ll have to use the house phones, so Pack can monitor you.”
    She heard a distinctive crunch. A chill slammed her maelstrom of eroticism. “You crushed my phone!”
    “It would only take you answering a single call from any skilled vampire, and then he could mist to your location.” His hand faintly brushed the side of her breast, and the eroticism rushed back as though it’d never left. “Your scent is growing stronger, blossoming, very… interesting.” Dax took ahold of her arm and set off for the upper corridor leading to the stairwell. There was no mistaking his arousal, his hard ridge blatant, but he didn’t appear to be embarrassed to walk around with it.
    Her skin burned again, for a few seconds, like she’d been out in the sun too long. “What are you doing?”
    “Leading you to the Alpha Hall,” he explained. “Eir probably misted there and kicked my brother out of his room by now. You need your rest, Isladora.”
    Shadows whirled by as they ascended metal spiraling stairs, and tiny hairs stood on her arms. “Your little brother’s going to hate me for taking his room.” They passed a large painting of a male who looked like he could be Dax’s brother, but he was dressed in regency attire.
    “Don’t you understand that you’re precious? My brother and the other Younglings here will be the first in line to kiss your perfect derrière.” With an all male chuckle, he added, “That is, if you're offering it.”
    “I’m not offering it,” she griped, wishing her bra would stop abrading her hardened nipples.
    “All joking aside, Isladora, I’d like to give you more than a reason of protection to stay. As your Alpha, I’d like to see you actually involved in Pack.”
    “I’m working for a Pack owned establishment, and you’re putting me smack in the middle of an all male werewolf complex. What more do you want?”
    “My wants have nothing to do with Pack needs.” He turned around three steps above her, staring down. “You were finishing a degree in special education when you were abducted.”
    Another wedge of her life stolen by horrid immortals. “Yes.”
    “What if you could handle special needs of a different kind, right here?” He blasted her with a movie star smile. “Would you be interested?”
    He was calling her bluff, trying to keep her grounded when she wanted to fly away from Sanibel Island one day soon. “Spell it out for me and maybe I’ll consider it.”
    “First,” he said, trailing a finger down the front of her throat and pausing on the pulse point too many fangs had pierced. “You’re going to have to get over your aversion to all things vampire.”
     

Chapter Five
    After dismissing Sage to Sanctuary, Oycher guarded Terje for the four hours it took him to regenerate from his nearly fatal injuries. The smell of the remaining blood from nearly an entire night of blades passing between werewolves and Gryphs blazed his veins, and if he tried to feed, he’d probably tear off his prey’s head upon first touch of fang. Worse than that was the bone shattering pain of his nuts. If forced to choose between sucking and fucking — though he often multitasked - Oycher would easily turn away the fresh copper tang of life with his next heartbeat.
    Simply put, he needed release.
    It took another full hour before Terje ended up at a miasma-cloaked complex in werewolf territory, where Oycher knew only werewolf Younglings were housed — all male. If Pack had hidden the female among all those purebloods…Oycher smiled. He’d never backed down from a challenge, and he wasn’t starting that bad habit tonight on Sanibel Island.
    Pulling scents through his nose, he