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herself. When Claudiu had shown up, she’d finally indulged—finally thought of her own pleasure. The fact that her pack had leapt at the first chance they’d gotten to get rid of him hurt and angered her. They didn’t need a strong lycaeon—they had a strong lupa.
     
    She brushed the tears away, trying to pull herself together. Everything would be okay. She wouldn’t end up saddled with a lycaeon she didn’t want. Her wolf may want a new mate--may relish the hormones calling dominant males to come and claim her, but Gia did not share her beast’s anticipation. Aphrodite’s Hunt would only last for three nights and Sorin could protect her until then. Vampires and werewolves were fairly evenly matched as far as brute strength, but there was a definite advantage to defending one’s own home. As long as she could stay inside, tucked away, Sorin should be more than capable of . . . deterring her packmates. When the full moon ended, she’d go home. She’d talk with Claudiu and they would get past this. Somehow, someway, they would make it right and her world would go back to how it was. All she had to do was survive three nights in the vampire’s home.
     
    She threw the picture back into her suitcase, cursing as another wave of tears flowed down her face. Swiping angrily at the tears she stalked over to the bed and threw herself on the mattress. The feel of the cool sheets on her neck screamed a reminder of what she’d just done to her hair and she covered her face with her hands. A sense of loss settled like a lead blanket over her mind and she cried.
     
      Looking for an escape from her sorrow, her mind turned to Sorin. He’d been the lynchpin of her plan, the one sure thing in this entire mess. For years, he’d lived in Gia’s territory and not once had she or her pack had to intervene to curb his behavior. She’d thought he was the perfect gentleman—just what she needed when her control over her own body was so . . . precarious.
     
    Anger rushed over her in a hot wave. But no, she sneered. Apparently the whole fucking world has gone to shit and everyone’s decided to fuck with my life to the very best of their ability.
     
    He’d acted like an animal. She’d expected manners, poise, eloquence. The dark-eyed male who had stared at her body like something delicious and edible had not been any of those things. He’d been . . . raw.
     
    She shuddered as her mind flashed to an image of him staring at her from the floor. His eyes bored holes in her neck as he drew his tongue over the sharp points of his fangs. Her thighs trembled as she clasped them together, trying to stifle the tingling in her clit. For several glorious seconds she’d thought he would leap off the floor and drag her body under him, burying those fangs in her neck as he claimed her as only he could . . .
     
    And then he’d run away. Even her wolf, horny bitch that she was under Aphrodite’s heavy hand, had been turned off by that display of cowardice. A real man wouldn’t have run just because she pushed him down. He would have fought for her. He would have used all that strength vibrating below his skin to grab her and run his hands over her body until it sang for him. If only he’d carried through with the hungry promise in his eyes, she’s have opened herself to him and—
     
    Almost screaming in frustration as the steady pulse of hormones in her blood spiked in response to her thoughts, Gia viciously ripped open the fastening of her jeans and shoved her hand into her panties.
     
    She had to relieve the pressure. Her body could only take so much teasing before the arousal turned to pain. Perhaps if she took matters into her own hands, she could make herself less vulnerable to the whims of the goddess of desire.
     
    Her fingers had barely caressed her soaking center when the door to the room suddenly flew open. Gia jerked her head to the side, her eyes widening when she saw Sorin standing there. His eyes followed her arm,