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stunned to see how haunted he looked, like some tormented prince of
darkness. His breathing was uneven, his eyes dark and glittering. And she wanted
nothing more than to have him against her again.
    “This is madness,” Alistair said roughly, and she could hear
the wolf in his voice. It stirred desires in her that she hadn’t even known
existed. “You have no idea what you’re asking for, Brie. What it would mean. I
can’t do this.”
    “If I don’t know, then tell me,” Brie replied, her jaw tight
with frustration. Was he really going to walk away again? Now ? “What am I asking for that you can’t do?”
    “This,” Alistair groaned, and he crushed his mouth against
hers. It was an entirely different kiss than his last one, hard and hot. The
rough thrusts of his tongue kept time with his hips, which ground rhythmically
into her. He kept her hands pinned to the wall, and Brie’s fingers flexed
helplessly as Alistair switched from sweet seduction to raw possession in the
blink of an eye.
    She whimpered softly, widening her legs and sliding one of them
up to hook around his hip. Words deserted her, along with rational thought. All
she had left was a flood of desire so potent she didn’t know quite what to do.
The friction between them, even through their clothes, drove her quickly to the
edge of orgasm. She’d waited too long, wanted him far too much to be able to
hold back. The hard ridge of his cock pulsed over and over again between her
thighs, until finally Brie surged against him with a harsh cry. Her body bowed
with the force of her climax, back arching while her hands stayed pinned against
the wall. There was something intensely erotic about being at his mercy this
way, and the shock waves washed over her for longer than she would have
imagined, until she could only barely stay upright.
    Alistair’s body quivered, strung tight as a bow, against her as
he went still. He closed his eyes, touched his forehead to hers.
    “That...wasn’t quite the lesson I’d hoped for,” he breathed. It
would have been funny, but for the torment etched onto his face.
    “You could try again, “ Brie suggested. She was barely upright
from what he’d just done to her, and still she knew they’d only just scratched
the surface of what it could be like together. “I’m game.”
    Alistair chuckled, but there wasn’t much humor in it. He
sounded pained.
    “You have no idea what I want to do to you, Brie. And we should
probably leave it at that before you get a lot more than you bargained for. I’m
not human.”
    “If that bothered me, I wouldn’t still be here.”
    “It ought to bother you.”
    He backed away, releasing her, and the few steps he put between
them might as well have been miles. He seemed to be struggling to collect
himself. It was small consolation when it was all she could do not to melt into
a puddle on the floor.
    Brie let her hands slowly drop back to her sides, and without
Alistair’s warmth the room seemed chilled despite the fire. Brie wrapped her
arms around herself, to ward off both the cooler air and the distance she felt
Alistair trying to put between them. After that intense blast of heat, she hated
to see him retreat back behind his shield. Though a single glance at the
straining fabric between his legs told her that it was costing him.
    He looked away and shook his head as though he was trying to
clear it, his shaggy black hair gleaming in the firelight. His smile was as
sharp as the blade of a knife, and the bitterness it held surprised her.
    “Tea,” he said. “It’s safer. Though if you prefer to get as far
away from me as possible, believe me, I understand.”
    Then, with a flicker of graceful movement, he vanished from the
room. Brie leaned back against the wall, trying to catch her breath and figure
out what had just happened. After a moment, she managed the few steps back to
the couch and sank down onto the comfortable cushions. If she’d wanted
confirmation that he was just