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the hell are you? I’m coming to get you, or I swear to God the cops will! Don’t play with me.”
    There was no way that she was going to get Jezzie off the bone when she was on it. The only way she’d calm down is if she saw Z . . . Problem was, Z had no idea where she was to be able to tell Jezzie. She couldn’t be that far from the restaurant, but she’d never seen outside of the room to see if she recognized anything familiar. After climbing out of bed and tossing on a T-shirt that lay crumpled on the ground, she went to the window to look out. The woodsy smell let her know it was Rion’s shirt. She turned to search for another shirt, saw a button-up and smelled Quin. Tossing that shirt on as well made her feel better.
    “Okay, now about where I am,” Zelina started.
    “Why? Going somewhere?”

Chapter Fourteen
     
    Stalking. There was no other way to describe the way Rion had come into the room. Zelina had figured out over the eventful three days , as she now understood, that Rion was much darker than his brother. He was the more forceful of the two personalities. Where Quin could compromise, could smile, Rion seemed to be teetering on the verge of a blowup. She’d enjoyed that during sex. He made her feel as though he couldn’t be without her, that he was trying his best to stamp her with his essence so that she could never walk away. He was not the brother she wanted to hear the conversation that was happening. He would misunderstand.
    “Rion, it’s my friend Jezzie. I’ve been gone for a few days, so she’s making sure I’m all right. She can be a little much, but I love her anyway.”
    “Who the hell is that? And what do you mean ‘a little much’?” Jezzie screamed on the phone.
    “Tell her you’re okay, and then hang up.”
    “I’m not going to hang up on my friend. I’ve told her I’m okay. She just wants to come see me.”
    “Tell her you’re okay, and then hang up,” he repeated, stepping closer.
    “I said no, Rion. So what is this address?”
    “Z? What is going on? Who is that?”
    “Fine, have your way,” Rion replied, never breaking eye contact with her, and suddenly he was there in front of her. “Stay on the phone then.”
    With that statement, he lifted her up and tossed her on the bed. The shirts lifted up around her midriff, and he got an eyeful of her bare lower body. He crawled over her, not letting her get up. She forced herself not to scream. Knowing Jezzie was on the line, it would not be a good thing.
    “Rion,” she began.
    “Too late.”
    “Zelina! Answer me right now.”
    “Jezzie, I’m right here. You don’t have to yell.”
    “Who is that?”
    “That would be Rion, my . . . boyfriend.” She couldn’t exactly tell her friend over the phone he was her mate and so was his brother. That was a conversation to be had over some wine.
    “Boyfriend? Since when?”
    Rion gave her the most satisfied smile she had ever seen in her life. Her heart dropped to the pit of her stomach. Suddenly she knew what he was going to do. She scrambled, turning on her stomach, and tried to get away. It didn’t work. A solid steel band masquerading as his arm wrapped around her waist, keeping her in front of him on her hands and knees. He lowered his head, sniffing her before she watched his face shift to a more elongated muzzle right before her eyes. She stuffed her face in the pillow before a scream of surprise could escape, and then kept it there when his tongue swiped her. He licked her a few times before he pushed his tongue into her, curling it as he did before to play over her G-spot.
    She moaned, pushing her hips into his face, riding his tongue. He felt so good inside her. She tangled her free hand into the pillowcase and held on for dear life. Rion wasn’t interested in being gentle. He wasn’t interested in being soft. This was a mark of claiming, and she recognized it. He flicked his tongue faster and faster into her, and she couldn’t stop her body from