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hovered over hers, his face close enough for her to smell his fresh breath.

His hands trailed down her body, leaving tingles in their wake. Her shiver didn’t seem to faze him. In fact it made him hotter, if his eyes were any indication.

But she continued to shake her head, needing him to understand.

“Come on, let’s get this off you so we can play,” he said, in a cajoling manner. And gosh, did she ever want to play. But in the back of her mind was the little voice telling her that she couldn’t. For so many reasons, she just couldn’t.

She continued the only denial that she could give, even mouthed the word ‘no’ but he wasn’t looking there. He was focused on her throat. Could he see her pulse?

“Fine, if you want to make a game of it, we can do this your way. I can rip the shirt off you. Wouldn’t that be arousing?” And darn, he was right! Just the idea of him wanting her so much that he tore her clothes off was so hot. It made her need ramp up another notch, and caused the voice of reason to fade just a little more.

A growl sounded behind him, and Soph looked up to see the God-guy glaring.

He wasn’t focused on her, but on the back of the other man’s head. And boy, was she ever happy his anger wasn’t directed at her!

With his body covered in blood and weapons, he looked like a nightmare.

“Where should I start? It’d be best in the front, yes? But that might be too cliché. Hmm. I could rip the sides, that way I could unwrap you like a present. That would make sense since you’d be the best damn present I’ve ever gotten.” The smaller man’s voice rumbled into her neck as he nuzzled.

His breath, heat and stubble felt good against her skin.

She could feel his need, and it did funny things to her insides. She wanted to open her legs, and feel his body pressing against hers again. She really didn’t care who was watching. She just wanted what he was offering.

There was nothing in her head except need. The ache in her body drowned out all else until she was shaking with pent up passion. She didn’t even know how her hands came to be touching him, pulling his hair closer, as if to urge him on. She didn’t notice when she stopped holding down her shirt, or what she started kissing his cheek.

“Oh, yeah, you smell fantastic. I-“ but his words were cut off by a whooshing noise, and then a thunk.

She almost didn’t notice. She almost didn’t care, not with his mouth on her neck, his teeth nibbling on the flesh there.

But it was just a little too loud to ignore, so Soph opened her eyes to see the hilt of a knife sticking out of the cushion beside her

 Soph just stared at it for a moment, which was really all she could do.

It was so close.

Fear pushed through her again. The back and forth from fear to pleasure giving her emotional whiplash!

She didn’t know if he had noticed, but she wasn’t willing to wait. Her passion cooled and was replaced by panic as she pressed against him, trying to get him off her. Someone had aimed a knife at them. They could have been killed. And she had been too lusty to even notice!

Pendejo. She was such a fool. Self-preservation instincts my butt!

Finally, the man realized her struggles weren’t for show and moved back with a sigh. His eyes landed on the knife.

She expected fear or anger but he just chuckled.

As if it was funny! That had been so close to their heads!

“She didn’t say no,” he said as if in answer to a complaint, and looked over his shoulder at the angry giant behind them.

He stood with his legs apart, his hands fisted at his side and a look of annoyance across his face.

“Calm down, Thane. No need to go postal. I get it, I get it. I swear.” The wolf said, and turned back to her with a leering smile. “You’d think I’d killed his sister. Shit, he can be overdramatic sometimes. But you were all good, weren’t you punkin?”

Was she? Sure, she was participating. She had been as into it as he had. But she hadn’t wanted to be. And now, with reason returning, she knew that it was something she shouldn’t have done. And she needed to make sure it didn’t happen again.

He was just too addictive to resist.

Soph reluctantly shook her head.

Yes, she wanted him, but she couldn’t do anything. She had too much responsibility. She had too much she had to think about.

But the man just smiled, and raised his hand to her cheek.

Just that touch was enough to spike up the heat. The rough fingers sliding along her skin. She’d rub against him, but she was sure that’d convince him that she was interested. “I can change that. Just give me five more minutes and you’d be more than ready to continue.” He said, confidence lacing his every word. She had no doubt about his abilities, but she needed to keep her head clear and that meant that she needed to be a few feet away from him at all times. “And I can start with this knife. Thanks, Thane. No need to rip when I can cut this tent away.”

Surely that didn’t mean… Sophie’s eyes widened. He was going to cut her shirt with the knife? Then she’d be open, exposed and without anything to wear.

And of course, the idea of a knife that close to her skin should frighten her, but it caused a new flood of moisture to her crotch.

Oh dear.

“Adrian.” A deep—so effing deep—voice intoned, the sound

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