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    Voice tight with anticipation and frustration, Becca tried again. “I need you inside me.”
     
    Control fracturing, he poured his desire into her. His fingers began to move and her breath caught as she let him take her higher. In minutes she was flying. As she came back to herself, panting, Michael freed them both of their pants entirely. Easy to do since she was barefoot and he could unlace his boots faster than a human. Still, he was more than eager to rejoin her on the bed and feel her skin welcome him back. Hovering between her legs, Michael felt the last of his will evaporate as Becca wrapped her small hand around the cheek of his ass and ask for more. Gladly, he gave.
     
    Sliding inside her he stilled himself to settle before he began to move. Together they rocked, mouths and hands never stopping. Becca strummed her fingers over his ribs where she knew he liked. Michael, with a hand behind her knee, brought her leg up to allow him to go deeper. At her sigh, he sped up until he felt her climbing once again. When she came apart this time, he was right behind her. Resting his head on her chest, he listened to her heart pound and let himself pretend in that moment that he was the man she deserved.
     
     
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    By no means sated but giving her body some much needed rest, Becca lay in Michael’s arms, curved against his side. Her body heat helped to warm him where the effects of his feeding were beginning to fade, keeping their contact comfortable enough she didn’t need a blanket.
     
    “Not that I’m complaining, but can you tell me why we’ve got this surprise leave?” She felt him stiffen against her side and knew her instincts proved correct. Nobody was hurt, freaking out, or jonesing for time off and Black didn’t give anybody anything out of the kindness of his heart. That he even had a heart remained to be proven. Other than a purity of purpose, protecting those of his own kind from exposure, the admiral had yet to show compassion for anything, even his second. Becca felt a surge of renewed anger.
     
    Michael was the one who shouldered the burden of Black’s dirty work and suffered when things didn’t go as expected. Something had Black in a mood lately and she’d seen the marks on Michael to prove it. Vampires could be hurt, killed even with the right materials, but Black seemed to focus on the hurting. Punishment was a key element to how he commanded. It wasn’t a surprise no one fought Michael for the “honor” of being top dog. She pushed thoughts of him doing something more permanently damaging to Michael from her mind. That was something she couldn’t even consider. Thus far she’d pushed past that fear of loss, as anyone who loved a soldier must when the next op could be their last. But now, paired with the suspicious boon of an unexpected leave for the whole unit, she had to know what they were facing.
     
    “What do you mean?” His tone was careful. “The admiral is rewarding the unit for a job well done and nothing urgent is on the horizon for the next few days.” Aimed at distracting her, he let his fingers glide up from where they lay on her stomach to her breast. Light caresses temporarily clouded her thoughts.
     
    The safety of her unit and herself was important enough to forego the desires of the flesh. His hand moved again and she debated her priorities for just a few moments before rolling over to face him, displacing those cursed magical hands.
     
    “You know what I mean.” Her eyes sought his, studying them. The only part of him he didn’t have under absolute control; they were her compass. When they shifted darker she knew she was onto something. “We know Black’s monitoring something right now, I saw him glued to the computer in his office all last week. Why aren’t we packing gear? And what about all those quiet meetings between the two of you? What about the mission we just finished? That screamed setup. Are we backtracking the Intel to find the