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danger. The three species may be into their second year of reconciliation, but let’s face it, not everyone is as trustworthy as they seem.”
    He spoke true. Even the witches didn’t know what to think about the whole thing. After centuries of fighting, of course some races were wary and uncertain about whom to trust.
    “Then I saw you and I knew I was in trouble.”
    She frowned. What did he mean? I did not come here looking for trouble, even though that’s what I found with Caroline, and then Rachel, but still—
    “You captivated me at first sight. After seeing you, Dieu , I knew I must find you, talk to you, and figure out why I wasn’t able to get you off my mind.”
    Oh, now I see. Heat spread over her cheeks and she struggled not to grin like an idiot.
    “I was ready to search the entire ball.” One corner of his mouth quirked. “Then you knocked into me.”
    “Yes, and embarrassed myself.” She rolled her eyes, hands fisting by her sides as if the action would purge the humiliation out of her system.
    “ Non , chérie , you did no such thing.” He tilted his head, sliding his mouth across hers. He kissed her with fierce hunger, rough and masterful, yet delicious, and erotic. Everything about it defined total perfection. The way he felt; wet and hot. The way he tasted; sweet and forbidden.
    “Please,” she murmured without coherent thought.
    “Yes.” He groaned between kisses. Impatient hands scanned her back, lower, massaging the curve of her bottom. He surged forward, his erection hitting her stomach.
    She gulped at the feel of his impressive hardness. He grabbed her legs, hefting them off the ground to wrap around his waist. Crushing her against the bookshelf, he drove his hips into hers. The feel of his erection strained against the place she craved him most. Defences abandoned, she kissed the column of his jaw…
    His pulse thrummed along her lips, breath panting above her. She frowned, bewildered by the tenderness in her gums, and the impulse to guide her teeth over his neck and sink them beneath his skin. Impossible. She wasn’t a vampire.
    Soft lips led a trail from her mouth to her chin. The dim lighting in the room cast a shadow of their figures along the opposite wall, a splendid delineation to each soft moan and sigh that sang in the air. She closed her eyes, surrendering to her senses. A shudder ran through her as an anxious urge consumed her, not just the need for his body, but for his fangs to sink into her flesh.
    Her eyes grew wide. Why would she want that? The mere thought of anything sharp enough to pierce her skin made bile rise in her throat. Hell, earlier her stomach churned at the sight of Cynthia shooting back that vial. But the thought of him sinking his teeth into her made her wet, hot, and so very aware of how empty she was. She needed him, any part of him inside her. Fangs. Fingers. Tongue. Anything!
    Back, and forth, his hips rocked. “Tristan.” Her body quivered, wanting more, wanting the clothes on their bodies gone. “I need you…I don’t know why, but I do. I crave you.” An avalanche sat in her chest, ready to self-destruct if he wasn't deep within her soon.
    “As do I,” he groaned, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. “Every part of me aches to be one with you.” The confusion in his voice matched her own. This connection didn’t make sense, but at that moment she did not care. He needed her as much as she needed him.
    But you just met him! She wasn’t that type of woman. Careless…like her cousin, Amber, who always bragged about her one night stands. No, Brianna stuck by a three-week rule. What then? Forget the rule?
    Hell yeah forget it! Why should she stop? Why should either of them suffer a moment longer? “Do it. Please. I want you.”
    With his hands, he thrust the hem of her dress over her hips. She almost placed her feet on the ground to remove her thong, but as his bare hands grasped her bottom—a smirk quirking his lips at her