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cursed himself. “I didn’t mean it
like that. Your clothes aren’t warm enough for where we’re going. There’s a set
of thermal coveralls in the back. Go get changed.”
    Her stomach rumbled and he felt her hunger
clawing at her. That need he could fulfill right away. “There are nutrient bars
in the drawer beneath your seat. Help yourself.”
    “Thank you.” She sent him a smile tinged with
relief and left, the dog following hot on her heels. Dayen focused on the
readings and tried to ignore the sound of rustling clothes. His cock throbbed
as his enhanced senses carried her fresh feminine fragrance to him. The tang of
fear did little to dilute her womanly aroma. Fresh and clean with just a touch
of lustful spices. Despite her fear and reluctance, Sage’s body responded to
his nearness. Without intending to she beckoned him closer almost choked him
with her pheromones. The beast prowled restlessly, hungry for more of her, for
all of her. Getting out of the vehicle would help him retain control.
    He hoped.
    Dayen knew he must master his shielding soon. It
was necessary to close his mind off from her thoughts because he needed to
touch her. To give her pleasure where she’d only known pain as well as claim
her for his own.
    “Ready,” Sage moved to stand beside him once
more. The silly confection of the gown was gone but the thermal suit was almost
worse. Though more of her delectable skin was covered the tight material hugged
her every dip and swell of her generous body.  He could trace every curve with
his eyes, and was reaching for her before he knew it. Her surprise barely
registered as he skimmed his hands down over the flare of her generous hips.
    Sage stood frozen, her jumbled emotions pinging
against his shield. He could feel her surprise, her anxiety and even the spike
of fear, but he was able to tune it all out. Everything except the well of
desire that expanded inside her as his hands skimmed across her topography,
learning the terrain.
    “Berrick,” she whispered.
    His grip on her tightened. It should be our
name on her lips. The beast snarled, not approving of the deceit. Animals
didn’t lie.
    Dayen was more philosophical about it. What was
one more identity in his ever changing mash-up of them? In this instant, he
didn’t want to be the heir to the factions, a reincarnated soul, a beast’s
human host or the tormented hybrid telepath that was mankind’s only hope.
Berrick may be an invention, but he had a simple life and he could do his job
and make love to the woman before him without considering what anyone else
needed.
    And what about what she needs? Another voice said.
Isaac’s voice.
    Dayen looked up into her guileless blue eyes. They
were wide, the emotion behind them a fathomless mixture of hope and dread. Feelings
he saw but didn’t experience.
    The fabric showcasing her shape also prevented
skin to skin contact but with a start he realized her hand rested on his bare
arm. She was touching him and her thoughts and emotions were cloaked. The wall
had come up effortlessly, giving him his first taste of normal.
    The beast was hungry for more of the warmth that
radiated from her palm but the man was lost in the first pleasurable human contact
he’d ever experienced. Both craved more of her.
    He stared up in her with absolute wonder at the
same time she licked her lush lips and whispered, “We can’t do this.”
    She was his. She wanted him. He needed her.
    “The hell we can’t,” he snarled and pulled her
down onto his lap.
    ****
    Sage gasped as Berrick pulled her body flush
against his. He was hard everywhere, she discovered as his pulsing shaft rubbed
against her scantily clad backside. Good Gods, he was immense!
                She
should be afraid, being alone with a large aroused male that had hauled her
down to him like she weighed no more than Lily.  Part of her was scared
witless, of course she was. That was the only reason she hadn’t jumped up or
struggled at