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there were things I could sense that had nothing to do with my mind, and everything to do with the body of the man I was sitting on.

    I brushed my face against his, like a cat, enjoying the way his stubble felt against my cheek. “Mmmm,” I purred, “You smell good.”

    “What do you want?” he gulped.

    “I want what every woman wants, a man you can trust.”

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    I wasn’t lying when I said Marco smelled good. Oh, this was beyond good, it was down right appetizing. Continuing to rub my cheek against him, I pressed my lips to the soft skin just beneath his earlobe, placing my nose near his hair line. I wanted to remember his scent. I could feel his pulse beating faster beneath my lips as I moved in a trail of kisses, down to the curve of his collar bone.

    “If we’re going to do this, the least you can do is let me use my hands,” he struggled against the cuffs.

    “Oh, we’re not doing anything. I’m going to ask you a few questions, and you’re going to give me what I want.”
    “Which
    is?”

    “Answers, Marco. I want answers.”

    “Suppose I don’t …?”

    “Then I’ll be forced to kill you,” I said as I licked across the pulse in his throat.

    Much to my delight, he gasped before answering. “You’d kill me, but you touch me like this? I don’t think so.”

    I pulled back to look into his eyes and found them to be a rather unfocused werewolf amber. It should have frightened me, I suppose, but I thought it was sexy as hell. Moving forward, as if to kiss him, I hovered just above his lips. “Please … don’t suffer delusions, Marco,” I whispered seductively. “Just because I like to play with my food, doesn’t mean that I won’t eat it.” I sighed and watched as it made him shiver.
    “Now, I believe you were about to tell me why you tried to have me killed?”
    “I
    didn’t.”

    “Are you trying to tell me that Simon is no longer your lap wolf?”
    “Simon?”

    “Yes, Simon. I’m certain it was him I stabbed through the neck a few weeks ago in my back yard. But then again, you guys all look alike to me.”

    “What did you stab him with?”

    “A shepherd’s hook,” I said, matter-of-factly. “Now, back to the subject. What’s going on?”

    “Your guess is as good as mine. I followed Simon to your house. I arrived just in time to see your big buddy dragging the body through the back door.”

    “Why did you follow him? Did you want to watch him kill me?”

    “I told you,” he panted, “It wasn’t me.”

    “Who was it then, Marco? It’s getting late and I’m too tired to play these games.”
    I felt him stiffen. “What’s the matter? Have I hit a nerve? Losing control of your lackeys these days?” I toyed absently with his hair, my eyes never wavering from his.

    “Bade,” he said.

    “Bade Garren? Hmm, you’re right hand man.” I caressed the front of his tight leather pants as I said, “I assume he stays busy?”

    He made a noise closer to a bark than a laugh. “I could answer your questions better if you didn’t … torture me like this.”

    “Oh, I’m sure you could answer them better , but no doubt less truthfully. I wouldn’t want to give you time to think up a suitable lie.” I looked at him then and felt the familiar burning sensation behind my eyes, letting me know they were bleeding to RED
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    amber. “Don’t make me take what I want from you, Marco.” He looked a question at me.
    I knew then he had no idea of the true extent of my abilities.

    “That’s right,” I whispered maliciously, “I can read your mind if I have to.” I didn’t bother to elaborate that it was only his emotions I could read. Only if those emotions were strong enough could I get any images from them. He looked terrified as I ran my hands up the sides of his neck, and through his hair, coming to rest on either side of his head.

    “Wait. I’ll tell you … if you’ll take my word.”

    I let my hands