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saw her eyes half closed, her back arched, nipples hard. She was in the midst of her release, her body trembling, lower lip clenched between her teeth, fists gripping the sheets. She looked so sweet, so deserving of something better, someone with more sanity, more normalcy. She deserved the best, and yet this was all he could give her, all he had.
    With guilt pounding at his temples Eli wanted to pull out, to get off this bed and walk the hell away. But when he tried, something held him still. Her walls gripped his length, her thighs holding him tightly. She opened her eyes and looked right at him. Eli blinked, but she did not go away. The soft curve of her lips, the high tilt of her cheekbones, her smooth brown skin and her eyes, the golden hue of her cat, held him captive.
    “Nivea,” he whispered as that painful clutching in his chest centered. He didn’t think he’d be able to take his next breath.
    “Come for me, Eli,” she said, lifting her hands to flatten her palms on his chest. “Let go and come for me, darling. For me, Eli, just for me.”
    He couldn’t and yet, how could he not? Breath eased through his chest as the warmth from her touch spread throughout him. Inside his cat purred and Eli watched her undulating beneath him, whispering over and over again, “Come for me, darling. Come for me.”
    Until that was all he could do. His hands came to her wrists and he held tightly as his body stiffened over hers, his essence being pulled from him in thick jetting pulsations that felt more like he was emptying his soul.
    Later, Eli would believe that he had done just that.
    *   *   *
    He’d left her in that room asleep, moving even more quietly than he ever had before, knowing that facing her at that moment was not going to be a good thing. As he left the compound he accepted he was being a coward, as if the word were scrawled beneath the tattoo of his cat for all to see.
    Now, hours later, he was pulling up in front of an old run-down apartment building in the south side of D.C. Cutting off the engine and letting his head fall back against the seat, he inhaled deeply, exhaled slowly.
    The rogue was here.
    *   *   *
    She thought about him. Even now as she stepped out of her car and walked toward the building, Nivea could not get Eli out of her mind.
    Something had changed between them this morning. She’d felt it in every stroke of his hips, every thrust of his hard length inside her. It was a feeling of completeness, a full and intense feeling that fit like the missing puzzle piece in Nivea’s life. She’d fallen asleep with a smile on her face and a lightness in her heart as she realized that Eli had just accepted the fact that they were mates. He probably hadn’t liked it, but he hadn’t been able to deny it as he’d locked gazes with her and gave her his release.
    Nivea hadn’t moved a muscle when he’d awakened this morning, his hand moving softly over her hair, his breathing slow and steady. For once, in all the time she’d known him, Eli had seemed content. His lips had touched her forehead in the sweetest of kisses and then the air shifted, a coolness settled over the room, and Eli had eased from the bed. She’d known he was showering and getting dressed to leave and that he would not say a word to her as long as she lay pretending to be asleep.
    She did not open her eyes or speak, but watched him through partially opened lids as he slipped out the door. Rolling over onto her back just seconds afterward, she wondered what the hell she was doing. Why hadn’t she said something? Called him on this foolish resistance he insisted on continuing?
    With a sigh she realized she knew very well why. She wasn’t going to tell Eli what to do with his heart or his destiny. Sure, a Shadow knew its mate and once they found their true partner, none other would suffice. But Nivea believed in free will. She believed in love and commitment and loyalty—in spite of the fact that she’d never truly