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Never with a stranger, but . . .”
    “Shh.” Kieran touched his fingertips to her swirl of hair, as he would press her lips to stop her words. “When you’re ready, you’ll be so greedy for it that you won’t be able to think of anything else. You’ll be begging me, you’ll do anything I tell you, no matter how wild. When you reach that stage—then, I go inside you. Not until.”
    “I won’t beg.” Felice’s voice was shaky. “And I’m tired of being told what to do.”
    “I know.” Kieran pressed another kiss to her abdomen. “That’s why I’ll go easy on you. But you and me . . . in the end . . . we’ll come together. I promise to make it incredible for you.”
    Felice gave a little laugh. “You’re not conceited or anything.”
    “It’s only truth.” He blew gently on her curls, knowing his breath touched her clit. Yes, very wet.
    She let out a soft moan, and Kieran leaned forward and kissed her. He licked her moisture from his lips, the taste of fine woman.
    A loud chime sounded, followed by a hollow thumping on the door.
    Felice instantly went from relaxed and needy to numbness and fear. She tore herself away from Kieran, shot across the tiny room, and huddled against the wall of the shower.
    Damn it. Kieran rose slowly, trying to keep her calm, while his own body snarled in protest. He wanted to ignore the thumping, but it might be patrollers out there. If he didn’t answer, they could override the lock and come on in anyway.
    He silently turned and walked out, touching the controls to close the bathroom door behind him.
    Kieran stopped bothering to hide his annoyance at being interrupted, and slapped open the front door to find another Shareem in front of him, in a feat of very bad timing.
    “What?” Kieran growled.
    Braden, the Shareem in question, blinked at him. “Rees is looking for you; what did you think?” His surprised faded as his blue eyes went deeper blue. He inhaled, his Shareem senses knowing what a stupid-ass patroller would never have sussed. “Shit, Kieran,” Braden said. “You have a woman in here.”
     
     

Chapter Four
     
    Kieran glared at his friend and pretended to be nothing more than irritated at his untimely visit. “Of course I have a woman in here, butthole. I’m Shareem.”
    “Yeah.” Braden was a level three, like Kieran, and before he’d met the love of his life he’d been known to go on weeklong sex benders with half a dozen women at a time. He had no room to be annoyed at Kieran for pausing to take some pleasure. “I know, but—” Braden glanced uneasily at the street behind him. “Let me in. It’s hot.”
    “It’s always hot.” Kieran growled, but he stepped aside so Braden could enter. If he slammed the door in Braden’s face, the next person to arrive would be Rees, and Kieran knew he couldn’t fool Rees.
    “So, where is she?” Braden asked, looking around.
    “Shy,” Kieran said impatiently. “Leave her alone.”
    Braden breathed in, his face relaxing. Kieran knew he could scent pheromones on the air, would be able to guess exactly what techniques Kieran had begun. Level threes understood level threes.
    “This is a really bad time for it,” Braden said. “Who is the woman? Highborn? Off-worlder?”
    “Off-worlder.” Kieran clamped his mouth shut over the interesting detail that she came from Old Earth. He felt his tongue want to say it, his mind making him want to blurt the truth.
    “That’s good, at least. Get your fix, but don’t take your time about it. Rees wants to talk.” Braden kept looking around the room, as though he’d find Felice hiding behind the sofa.
    “She’s in the bathroom,” Kieran said.
    Braden took a step closer to him. Kieran didn’t like other Shareem in his personal space—he liked to be top Dom, and he didn’t enjoy sharing. “You know you can’t say anything to anyone,” Braden said in a low voice. “Not even accidentally, during sex.”
    Kieran scowled at him. “I only talk about