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not a freak, and I’m sorry your brother is trying to kill
you, and don’t feel like you have to make me tea.” She closed her eyes, wincing.
“Yeah. Look, I should go.”
    Alistair was completely silent, just for a moment. Then she
heard his voice, beautiful and soft.
    “No. Stay.”
    Brie opened her eyes to look at him and saw that he was, as
always, deadly serious. But there was more there, emotion she could only guess
at. It gave her the courage to ask the question that encompassed everything
she’d longed for and worried about since the first time she’d seen him.
Everything she didn’t understand and desperately wanted anyway.
    “Why?”
    Alistair said nothing for a long moment, watching her with eyes
that began to glow faintly again. Brie made no move to back away, determined to
get some kind of answer. But he said nothing, instead stepping closer to her,
leaving their fingers entwined. Brie drew in a soft, shallow breath. Even now,
the hunger she saw in his eyes didn’t frighten her.
    Werewolf . She forced herself to
think the word, willing herself to feel the right kind of fear, some modicum of
terror. Instead, Brie felt safe when there was no reason she should have.
    Their eyes locked. He didn’t touch her, but she could feel his
nearness like a caress, every inch of her body thrumming with it. Waiting for
his touch.
    “Brie,” he said, a soft sigh filled with so much longing. Then
Brie was rising up, melting into him as Alistair lowered his mouth to hers. And
all she could think was: Yes .

FOUR
    The first brush of his lips against hers was feather
light.
    The second pressed just a bit more firmly, though it was just
as fleeting.
    But when his mouth met hers a third time, Alistair sank into
the kiss with a soft sound of yearning that Brie thought was the most sensual
thing she’d ever heard. Her eyes slipped shut and, with the first tentative
sweep of his tongue, she opened for him on a broken sigh. Brie curved herself
around him, lifting her mouth into his as he began to taste her.
    Some part of her expected the rough, wild kiss of a man who was
part wolf. Instead, even now, Brie found herself more aware of how much Alistair
was holding back rather than what he’d chosen to give. It left her with the kind
of want that had her quivering, almost afraid to move for fear that he’d pull
away altogether. One of Alistair’s hands slid into her hair while the other
skimmed down to the small of her back, fitting her to him with the barest hint
of pressure.
    It was the sweetest kiss Brie had ever had, though it was
excruciatingly gentle, as though he worried she might break—and as Alistair
continued his lazy torment of her lips, it was Brie who found herself struggling
with the urge to sink her nails into his back and drag him to the floor. She
moved against him restlessly, wanting to get closer, to feel more of him against
her. Tension pooled at the apex of her thighs until all she could feel was the
hot, insistent pulse of her growing need to have him inside her. And still, he
held her as though she were fragile, kissing her softly, thoroughly.
    “Please,” she finally managed to gasp between kisses, pressing
her fingertips into his back, urging him closer. When that produced little
change, she dragged his lower lip through her teeth, not hard enough to draw
blood but plenty hard enough to get his attention.
    Through heavy-lidded eyes, she caught a flash of glowing blue.
His voice, when he spoke, had dropped to a sexy growl. The sound of it had her
breath catching in her throat.
    “Careful,” he warned her.
    “I want you,” she whispered, most of her inhibition already
stripped away. “All of you.”
    For whatever reason, those were the words that spurred him to
action, though not exactly the kind she so desperately wanted. In a flurry of
movement, Brie found herself backed against the wall, her wrists pinned at
either side of her head. Alistair’s face was only inches from her own, and she
was