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The beast was snarling inside of him, and the silver collar didn’t seem to be holding the wolf in check much.
    Want.
    It was her scent. Honey and sex. Calling to him. Tempting.
    Kiss her. Strip her.
    Fuck her.
    “Am I hurting you?” Her voice was that soft murmur that she’d probably use after sex.
    “Get. Away,” Duncan gritted. Because his claws were still out. If he touched her again, he’d hurt her. Cut her skin. Make her bleed.
    Wasn’t that what monsters did? And hadn’t he become a monster?
    “I-I didn’t meant to hurt you.” She stumbled back and her elbow banged into an instrument tray.
    “You didn’t hurt me.” He held his body perfect still, fighting the urge to literally pounce on her. “But if you don’t get away from me, I’ll hurt you.”
    He knew a containment cell was down the hallway to the left. Cell A was separated from the other prisoners.
    “Go unbar the door and let me out.” Definitely more animal growl then.
    “Where will you go?”
    “Cell A.” Maximum security.
    She hurried toward the door. A few seconds later, the bar slid back. He didn’t look at her as he nearly ran out of the med unit. He had to get to Cell A. Had to be contained. Before it was too late.
    His cock was aching. His muscles trembling. And if she came close to him again, with that scent, with those dark eyes…
    I will hurt her.
    Because it wasn’t just the man who wanted her. He’d been right about that fear. The beast he was becoming wanted her, too.
    Maybe he wanted her even more.
    “Duncan!” She was rushing after him. He didn’t stop. He entered Cell A. Slammed the door behind him. Then he took five quick steps away from the door.
    Her breath was panting out. Her breasts rising and falling.
    “Lock it,” he snarled.
    “What’s happening? Are you—”
    “Lock it, or I’ll be on you.” He couldn’t get any more clear than that. Or maybe, he could.
I’ll be in you.
    Her eyes widened. She yanked a keycard out of her pocket and swiped it over the electronic lock. The lock engaged and bolted.
    She stared at him. The bars of Cell A were thick, reinforced, and supposedly designed to keep even the strongest of paranormals inside.
    There was a cot to the left of Duncan. A toilet. A sink.
    She wrapped her hands on the bars. “Duncan, I’m so sorry this happened to you.”
    He stiffened. “I don’t need your pity.” Was the woman missing the whole bit where he was close to ripping her clothes off? “You need to get away from me. Stay away. Get another doctor to—”
    “There is no other doctor here. Just me. You know that.”
    But she usually had an assistant who came in. At least during the days. The man who actually took the blood from the other werewolves.
    Wait, before, Pate had said…
“It’s the reason I wanted you away from the other wolves.”
    What was the reason?
    But the heat inside of his body started to build even more. It felt like he was being ripped apart by that fire.
    Like…like the wolf was coming out.
    “
Get away.”
    She let go of the bars, and her fingers skimmed over the remote on her belt. “Maybe I should adjust the silver intensity.”
    “It’s not the fucking silver! It’s you!” And, in an instant, he lost control. He leapt across the cell. Freaking
leapt
and was in front of her in less than a second’s time. “I can smell you. I can taste you. And I want to fuck you.” As if she’d missed that part before when he’d been driving his tongue into her mouth. “So you need to walk away. Walk away now.
Run
away. I don’t know how strong this thing is inside of me, and if something should happen, if I got out of this cell…”
    Don’t want to hurt her. Don’t ever want to hurt her.
    “You need to be away from me,” he finished.
    Her gaze held his. Then she gave a slow nod and backed away from the cell.
    He sucked in a deep breath. Dammit, he still
tasted
her.
    Holly turned away. Her dark hair brushed over her white lab coat. She took two steps,