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palms dampened, he inwardly cursed himself. He was no better than a randy cub right now.
    Heading to the right, he stepped down the two steps into the roped off section. The lighting was dim in this area. Red and purple-hued overhead lights illuminated everything in a soft glow. The place was fairly packed. Most of the tables were full and the bar was two deep. Not bad for a Sunday night.
    Talia sat at a high-top table with two of the waitresses from Crescent Moon. Both members of his pack. God, he really did need to tell Talia about what he was. It was just a matter of easing her into it. Admitting he turned into a wolf a few times a week, was leader of a pack and oh yeah, was about two hundred years old might freak her out. Of course, right now, he just needed to convince her they were meant to be together. Then he’d drop the big stuff on her.
    As soon as the two females with Talia saw him, one nudged the other then quickly left the table and made a beeline for the bar, leaving Talia frowning. Until she spotted him.
    Talia shook her head but a slight smile played across her lips. “Did you growl at them or something?”
    He shrugged and took a seat at the table. “Mind if I sit?”
    She raised an eyebrow. “I think you already are.”
    “Smartass.” He looked at her almost empty martini glass. The slight scent of vodka and vermouth teased his nostrils. “Want another one?”
    She quickly shook her head. “I’m pretty much done for the night. After Friday night…” She mock shuddered. “I’m taking things easy for a while.”
    “Sarah isn’t out with you tonight?” he asked as he quickly scanned the place. He didn’t scent her, but there were a lot of people around.
    Her cheeks tinged pink. “No, she decided to go back to uh, that other place.”
    “Klub Kink?” Instantly his canines ached at the thought of Talia being there. He wondered what she’d thought of it. He wasn’t into pain but he was definitely into domination. Talia was rarely submissive about anything, but in the bedroom she didn’t mind giving up control. And the thought of tying her up had played in his fantasies on more than one occasion.
    She nodded. “Yeah.”
    “You never told me if you liked it there.”
    “Not exactly. I mean, it was interesting, if a little eye-opening, to see what people are into, but it definitely isn’t my scene. Why? Are you…into that kind of stuff?” There was a hint of nervousness in her question.
    Biting back a grin, he shook his head. “No, but I won’t lie. The thought of tying you up gets me hot.”
    At his words, a full blown surge of lust rolled off her. The scent was so sweet he had to bite back a groan. She liked that idea too. Even if she wouldn’t admit it. She cleared her throat and rolled her eyes. “I bet it does,” she muttered.
    “That thought turns you on.”
    Her eyes slightly narrowed but she didn’t deny it.
    “Cat got your tongue?” he murmured.
    Her jaw clenched. “No.”
    “Then what are you thinking?” He intentionally dropped his voice.
    She gave him a hard, searching look then quickly averted her gaze. After a glance at the bar, she plucked her clutch purse from the tabletop. “I think I have work and a lot of studying to do tomorrow so I need to sleep.”
    Disappointment pitched through him but he knew she was right, even if he could sense that she was still turned on. She’d been out all night with friends. He’d just wanted to see her for a few minutes before she headed home. Or at least that’s what he told himself. What he really wanted was for her to stay the night at his place. Or for him to stay at hers. But after last night he wouldn’t ask again. Not until they were on steadier footing. He didn’t care what it said about him, he didn’t want to risk her rejection a second time. “Did you drive?”
    “No, I caught a ride with them.” She motioned toward her friends.
    “Want me to take you home?”
    Indecisiveness flared on her face but she