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prepared to burn, my body was.
    Which really, really pissed me off.
    Stupid bloody body.
    * * * * *
    I didn’t alert Fraz to my plan.
What would I say? “Heya, partner. I’m heading back to the moon, ’cause you were
right. I really did have a sexual experience while off my jet cycle and now I
can’t get the lunatic who almost made me come with just a kiss outta my head,
and some male hooker on Blowjob Alley tells me I’m an extinct dragon shifter in
a mating cycle and I think I need to find the lunatic again so I can burn up.”
    Yeah, like that would go down well.
    I hurried about our rented apartment,
shoving my various knives and weapons into their holsters and sheaths. My body
might be happy I was going back to the deranged weirdo, but I wasn’t going in
unarmed.
    And the second he takes one look
at you, the second he touches you, you’re going to forget all those weapons.
    No, I wouldn’t. I wasn’t letting
Torr touch me. Not until I had some answers.
    Wait, wait, what in all the levels
of hell was I saying? I wasn’t letting the madman touch me, period . It
was too dangerous.
    Slinging my pack over my shoulder,
I snatched one of Fraz’s nastier blades from under his pillow and left. I’d make
amends to my partner later for taking his favorite weapon. Right now, I had a
lunatic to interrogate.
    A lunatic who wanted to claim me as
his destiny.

Chapter Four
     
    I pushed my jet cycle to its
limits. I had no real idea where I would find Torr, but I figured where he
crashed me to the ground was a good place to start.
    Find Torr? You won’t need
to find Torr. He will find you.
    The knot in the pit of my belly was
now so intricate I wondered if it would ever untangle. I tried to muster my
previous, angry bravado— shyte , I was a cop, for fuck’s sake. What was I
doing being apprehensive about an interrogation? But my angry bravado wasn’t
playing ball. My chest was tight, my breathing shallow, my nipples hard and,
just for fun, my pussy clenched. Oh man, I was in trouble.
    The moon’s surface blurred beneath
me, a dull, rusty-red carpet of coarse grit and rocks. Not the typical home of
a dragon shapeshifter ghost, if I were to believe Echo brother number-whatever.
    Wyvernian.
    The name whispered through my head
and I squeezed the throttle of my jet cycle, spurring it forward even faster.
An itch began at the base of my spine. A hot itch I recognized all too well.
    Torr had found me.
    I resisted the urge to throttle
back. In fact, if my jet cycle were capable of warp speeds, I would have
knocked it up a notch. Something told me Torr would still be able to keep up. The
heat between my thighs growing wetter, I fixed my stare hard on the horizon. I
wanted him to come after me. I wanted him to hunt me.
    I wanted him to—
    Claim you. Fuck you. Possess
you.
    The thoughts exploded in my mind, a
silent roar of incomparable command and power. I hissed in a sharp breath,
fighting to keep control of my jet cycle, and if I didn’t know any better I
would have sworn blind I was close to orgasming that very second. My knuckles
popped as I banked to the left, my body screaming from the G-forces I was
torturing it with.
    The itch tickling the base of my
spine spread. Up my back. My scalp prickled, the wild wind tugging my hair
doing nothing to lessen the sensation. My nipples pinched into hard tips.
    Claim you.
    The silent roar smashed into me and
I gasped, the throb between my thighs a constricting tension.
    Fuck you.
    My cunt squeezed tight. I gasped
again.
    Possess you.
    My head swam as the orgasm I
shouldn’t have been experiencing rocked through my body. I sucked in another
breath, the feel of my vest against my hard nipples torturous bliss, the
thrumming vibration of my jet cycle between my legs blissful torture. I cried
out, once, the same name I’d cried with every release I’d experienced in my
dreams, and was suddenly snatched from my transport. Lifted from its seat and
carried straight up.
    Fast. So fast, my