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My gaze went to his. The raw desire briefly evident in his dark eyes made my heart stutter, yet, beneath that, the hunger lurked.
"Take care, both of you," Jack said. "Remember, this is just a scouting expedition, nothing more. Don't do anything other than look."
That last point was aimed at me, and I raised an eyebrow. What in hell did he think I was going to do? Drag the general behind into the toilets and beat the crap out of him? Okay, the idea did have appeal, but even if the general was the man who was abusing me at the breeding center, there wasn't actually much point to hitting him. At least not until we knew if he was the power behind everything—and somehow, I thought not.
"Ring me from the plane on the way home," Jack continued. "And, Riley, we'll have people guarding the exits of the Rocker."
I nodded. Jack slammed the door shut and the car took off. Silence fell. I didn't see any point in breaking it. I'd said all I had to say to Qui
Unfortunately, there was only one way I could ease his hunger, and I had a suspicion I'd have to push him into taking blood from me. But I couldn't do anything here in the car. I didn't mind public displays, but Qui
Once we reached the city, we drove into the bowels of a public car park and changed cars. Qui
It didn't take us long to get to Essendon airport from there. Qui
I waited until the plane leveled out, then unbuckled the seat belt, took off the coat, and rose.
The temperature in the small cabin leapt about ten degrees.
His gaze met mine, the dark depths wary. The hunger I'd felt before was gone, but the strain touching the corners of his eyes suggested it hadn't gone all that far. "Don't, Riley."
"Don't what?" I said, all i
"We know what we have to do. There's nothing else to discuss."
"No? So you're just going to continue calling me Riley, are you?"
He hesitated, a faint gleam of amusement touching his eyes. "Barbie would be more appropriate—even though you're not blonde."
"So you approve of the boob lifts?" I asked, thrusting out my breasts for inspection.
He made a slightly gargled sound and didn't answer. Men were men, I thought with an i
I used that moment to straddle his lap. By the time his brain had reco
And given the evidence of what I was sitting on, part of him was more than enjoying the sudden closeness.
I threw my arms around his neck and kissed his nose. It was cold. So were his lips when I brushed a kiss across them. He didn't react to either kiss, didn't touch me in return.
"Riley, I can't take just a taste and stop." His voice was flat, and as cold as his body. And yet there was a desperation in his eyes that warmed my soul.
"Chocolate is like that," I murmured, continuing to brush kisses across his cheeks, his neck.
"What?"
I smiled and kissed his lips again. His teeth were begi
He groaned.
"You may not want to do this, but you need to. Your hunger burns my skin, and I'm not exactly sensitive when it comes to emotions. But I'm betting there'll be empaths and sensitives at that function tonight. You go in like this, emoting hunger all over the place, and what the hell do you think will happen?"
"Nothing will happen, because it'll be under control by then."
"It won't. It can't, because you're too close to the edge." I stared into the beautiful black depths of his eyes. "Dammit, your skin is cold. Why are you pushing yourself like this? It doesn't make any sense."
"I have my reasons." His hands went to my hips, his touch almost bruising. "Move, or I'll make you move."
I gripped tight with my thighs. "Pretend I'm Barbie, fust another seductive brunette you're pla
"I can't do that," he said, voice tight with the tension I could see in his eyes, feel humming through his body.
"Why not?"
"Because you're not Barbie, and you'll never be just a quick and easy fuck."
I raised my eyebrows at the edge in his voice. "But that's all I was when we first met. You admitted that yourself."
"That was then."
"Nothing much has changed since then."
"Everything has changed since then."
"For God's sake, we don't even know each other beyond the realms of sex. And being great in bed doesn't mean we'll be great out of it."
"I know, I know." Frustration edged his voice. "Riley, I want you. I need you. I just don't know if I can stand being with you."
"I'm not asking you to become my full-time lover right now. I'm just asking you to take what you need."
He touched a hand to my face. "You don't get it, do you?"
"What?"
"One touch, one taste, is never going to be enough."
I smiled. "It doesn't have to be enough."
"I know. And if you were something other than a werewolf, I would take all you could offer in an instant."
I sighed. "But I am a werewolf, I will always be a werewolf, and asking me to forget all that I am is like asking you to stop taking blood."
"It's not the same—"
"It is," I insisted. "The moon celebration is vital to a wolf. The dance is vital. Sex is a part of what we are, as vital to us as blood is to you."
"You would not die if you didn't have sex."
"Wouldn't I? You know that for sure, do you?"
He didn't answer. I sighed again. "Look, take however much time you need to make a decision about us, but in the meantime, you can't go to the function emoting like you are. An orgy is not what we need to happen tonight."
"I can control it."
"Have you any idea just how strongly you're projecting?"
"I'm not."
"Maybe not at the moment, because you're holding it fiercely in check. But when I walked to the car, you weren't controlling it, and when I took off my coat, you weren't."
"That was a moment of surprise, nothing more."
"It's at dangerous levels."
"No, it's not."
I growled in frustration. "Dammit, do you want to feel exactly what you're projecting?"
"What I want is for you to get off my lap and leave me in peace."
"Answer the damn question."
"Riley—"
"Yes or no."
"If I say yes, will you back off?"
"Yes.
"Then, yes."
I dropped my shields and let him have it. The more a werewolf desires sex, the more intense their aura. I wanted him real bad, and my aura reflected that. It was lust and heat and passion all rolled into one explosive punch. Qui