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length of his erection against her. Her jeans were too
tight, her panties chaffed. She squirmed, groaning
into his mouth. God, she needed more friction. Bare
skin on bare skin. Hot. Wet.
So much heat&
More&
She tugged eagerly at the back of his loose shirt,
dragging it from his shoulders as his tongue swirled
through her mouth, capturing her tongue and
drawing it into his mouth. She needed him naked.
Now. Needed to feel his heat sinking deep into her,
filling her. Claiming her. His greedy mouth dipped
to pay homage to her breasts, worshiping each one in
turn, then moved back to her throat, sending goose
bumps skittering over her flesh. Blistering, open-
mouthed kisses branded her flesh. Tiny points of
pain suddenly mingled with the pleasure. Mindless,
Kate tossed her head to the side, begging for more.
His fingers dipped to her waistband, tugging at
the button on her jeans.
Nico& oh God, please&
Electrical energy crackled through the air,
tickling the fine hairs on the back of her neck, and
the whispery scent of ozone that irresistible, fresh
scent that proceeds a summer storm wafted
through the room.
Leech& you have exactly one second to get the
hell off her, came a dark, deadly command from the
shadows. And then I m going to fry you where you
stand.
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Chapter 15
Like a bucket of ice water, that precisely
enunciated threat cut through the haze of passion
clouding Kate s brain. Time seemed to spin out& and
yet the next few moments flashed by in a whirlwind
of confusion. Wide-eyed, panting, Kate strained to
peer over Styx s suddenly stiff shoulder. There, in
the corner of her bedroom towered one of the most
beautiful men she d ever clapped eyes upon. He was
exceedingly tall. His long, white-blond hair was
stick-straight, his skin fair. Thin, incongruously
dark brows formed an angry slash above smoldering
sapphire eyes perfectly set in a breathtaking, grim
face.
Eyes shining with the promise of death.
At first glance, he appeared slim& almost lanky,
but the cut of his strange garb left little doubt as to
the whipcord strength packed onto his lean frame. A
silky white, long-sleeved tunic with strange Celtic
symbols emblazoned in gold across the chest
stretched tight over his well-formed shoulders. Tan
leggings encased his long, muscular legs, and
unadorned, butter-soft, moccasin-type boots covered
his feet, stretching up to mid-calf.
Orlando Bloom circa Lord of the Rings came
swiftly to mind. Orlando Bloom with a lilting accent
straight out of the Highlander series& only the
inflection was different, more melodic. Like a hybrid
mixture of Scots and Irish and British. Absolutely
beguiling. The man s carriage bespoke nobility, an
inherent grace no amount of training could mimic.
This man, however, was the very epitome of danger.
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Calculating and lethal as a demon, with the
deceptively luring face of an angel.
Brazen. Staggering in his sensuality.
Hazardous to the health of any who crossed him.
He didn t appear much older than she was, but
she got the unsettling impression that she was in
the presence of an unstoppable force of nature,
timeless. Ancient.
Something far beyond her understanding.
Dinna ye ken me, blood-sucker, he hissed, his
growing anger thickening his brogue. His inflections
altered slightly, r s rolling seemingly of their own
free will. Get your fangs off her. Now.
It took her a moment to get around the brogue,
but once she had, she was well and truly baffled.
Blood-sucker? Fangs?
What the hell?
Kate gasped aloud as the man stretched his
hands out at his sides, palms facing forward.
Concentrated controlled twin points of energy
glowed to life in the palms of his hands. Throbbing,
shining, pale purple. The very tips of his silky,
nearly waist-length hair lifted as if charged by
static.
And his eyes& his beautiful, mesmerizing blue
eyes& began to blaze brightly.
Styx vaulted to his feet so quickly, he was little
more than a blur of motion. Jerking her up, he
thrust her behind him. Her alarmed stare glued to
the intruder, Kate frantically snatched up her
sweatshirt and yanked it over her head, shoving her
arms into the sleeves as she did her best to conceal
her bare chest.
Move away from him, wee one. I ve no wish to
harm ye, even by accident.
As if her safety were somehow important to
him? Who in the hell did he think he was?
And why did he keep calling her that& as if he
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knew her?
You were not invited here. Styx held his arms
out at his sides, semi-crouching in an obviously
protective stance. She strained up on tiptoe to peer
over his shoulder.
I need no invitation to protect my clan, leech,
he asserted coldly. Tis you who trespass here.
How was he doing that with his hands?
I am exactly where I belong, Styx countered,
his voice a harsh rasp. She is my mate.
His claim so surprised Kate that she nearly
missed the look on the stranger s face.
Och, lassie, what has he done to ye? Clearly
horrified, his already pale complexion abruptly lost
what little color it had. His stunning eyes widened,
then narrowed glittering brighter, if that were
possible. Then, without warning, his lips curled back
on a wounded snarl. Explosive energy sizzled in the
air around him. I will no believe she willingly
accepted the likes of you as her consort. The cold
fury in his voice cut through the room like thousands
of razor-sharp knives.
Did I force you to accept me, querida? Though
he didn t look at her as he asked the question, Kate
could easily read the tension in Styx s stance,
knew& somehow& that her answer was vital.
I am with Styx of my own free will, she
immediately answered, her voice filled with
incontestable conviction as she met the intruders
glare.
One would have thought she d reached out and
slapped him, so stunned was his expression. Just as
quickly, his face became a mask of calm
determination. It matters naught. She doesn t
belong with you, leech. She will come with me.
Who are you? Kate nervously pushed the wild
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