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it to behave.” Lenorre placed a finger over my lips, and I frowned. “You gave yourself to Rosalin, you allowed your wolf to rule your head in a moment of passion, because she was not a threat to your heart. You were able to distance yourself, to give your body to her, to have that release with her, because somewhere in the depths of your mind you knew Rosalin would not scratch below the surface.”
    I had been thinking practically the same thing after Rosalin and I were together. In truth, I hadn’t done anything to her. I had tried to walk away, but she persisted. I had submitted to the energy of our beasts. Lenorre knew afterward that our encounter had been casual. Rosalin and I were friends. She still flirted with me every now and then, but when she saw Lenorre’s anger after that one incident she didn’t cross any lines. Fine with me. Rosalin was pretty, but we were better as friends than lovers. Besides, I had my hands full with the vampire in front of me. I didn’t need a werewolf too. I’m not greedy, nor do I need that much difficulty and drama.
    “What are you thinking?” Lenorre asked.
    “I agree with what you just said.” I didn’t continue. It’d be too uncomfortable to admit the truth aloud. Lenorre already knew what had happened. I didn’t need to say it.
    “I have brought you to the brink,” Lenorre said, “but every time you reach that point you back away a little more and pretend nothing has happened.”
    Was I backing away? I felt like she was luring me into her intricate web. Then again, what we force ourselves to see and what’s really there can often be two different things. The authority I’d worked so hard to exert over the beast was the same mastery I was trying to exert over my heart.
    “I lost control for you once,” I told her. “You could’ve taken me then.”
    “I desired you, not the beast that was riding you,” she said coldly.
    “In that moment, Lenorre,” my voice was breathy, “I wanted you, more than I’d ever wanted anyone, more than Rosalin. I can’t even begin to describe the things I craved for you to do to me. How can you say I’m the one running away from what happened earlier? I forgot about everything, everything but you—your mouth, your hands, your body.” Just admitting it out loud made my stomach flutter uncontrollably.
    A dark look slid through her eyes before she closed them. “Kassandra, I desire more than just your body.”
    I unbuttoned the leather jacket, letting it fall to the floor. The Mark III and shoulder holster were in plain view. Lenorre’s eyes flew open, then flicked from my face to the gun.
    “If that’s what you want,” I stepped closer, “then take it, but stop analyzing the situation. When you analyze, when you talk instead of act, you give me time to think, and when you give me time to think, you give me time to distance myself.”
    I heard her sharp intake of breath and suddenly understood why she enjoyed listening to the breath catch in my throat. I watched as her chest rose and fell. The undead don’t have to breathe to survive. I knew she had taken that breath for my benefit. Her gaze filled with an otherworldly light. Her eyes that had been smoky were suddenly liquid silver.
    “I should have known,” she said softly, but before I could ask what she should’ve known she grabbed me. Her arms snaked around my back. She kissed me as deeply, and as passionately, as she had earlier. With her body against mine, with her tongue filling my mouth, all thoughts washed away like words written in sand. Her hands slid down the arch of my spine, over the slight swell of my ass. A moment later I felt her nails through my jeans and the pain made me moan. In one fluid motion Lenorre picked me up. I wrapped my legs around her thin frame, burying my hands in her long silken hair, crushing the curls with my fists. Lenorre didn’t break the kiss when she carried me into the bedroom.
     
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Chapter Five
    She broke the kiss when