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fourteenth
floor and then pressed her thumb to another scanner. When the scan
had completed, the elevator began to move.
    “The fifteenth floor is the penthouse and
belongs to my brother. On my floor, there are several empty suites
that he uses for out-of-town masters or guests. The floors are for
different supernatural creatures – big cats on one floor, wolves on
another, witches on another, and so on. We discovered early on that
shifters can be especially sensitive to scents left behind, even
though our cleaning crew is really amazing.”
    He dropped his bag and pushed her against the
wall. “Is there a camera in here?”
    “Yep.”
    His fingers teased the slit of her gown.
“Damn.”
    “Not that you’re not sexy, but I’d rather not
give Robert or any of the security guys a view of my tush or any
other part of my anatomy.”
    “How about I just make you fall apart but you
stay clothed?”
    “I thought you were going to lick me for
hours? I feel like I’m getting the short end of the stick.”
    He barked out a laugh. “You’re feisty. I like
it.”
    Her suite was the last on the left. Using her
thumb once more, she unlocked her door and let Alaric in. She loved
her place. The suite had a full kitchen, a living room, three
bedrooms, and three bathrooms. All the suites on her floor were
identical, but she thought the end unit had the best view. Not only
did she have a balcony in the master bedroom, but the living room
had a balcony as well, and both had terrific views of Belle
River.
    The door slammed shut. The deadbolt clicked,
and the security bar – strong enough to withstand a shifter trying
to get inside – was thrown, thunking against the security door.
Alaric’s bag dropped with a dull thud on the ceramic tile of the
foyer, and his eyes, still a beautiful, glowing gold, stared at
her.
    “If you want to talk, we need to talk fast,”
he said, his voice rough.
    Part of her thought that talking was a good
idea. They were strangers, after all, and she wasn’t the sort of
girl who normally let guys tumble between the sheets with her until
she had known them for a while and cared about them. But there was
something very different about Alaric. She didn’t know him at all,
but she also felt like they were old souls. He wasn’t trying to get
into her pants so he could notch his bedpost. He wanted to mate
with her because they were meant to be together. Truemates. Not a
chosen mate, like some of her wolf friends who would pick a mate
based on mutual attraction and not soul-deep connections – but the
most primal, perfect mating there could be. His beast would never
accept anyone but her, and even though she wasn’t a shifter, she
knew that she wanted Alaric and no one else forever.
    Reaching for the zipper on the back of her
dress, she lowered it slowly and watched as his eyes darkened to
deep, burnished gold and his fangs elongated in his mouth.
    “I like this dress, so I don’t want you to
rip it. We can talk tomorrow. I can’t explain my attraction to you
any more than the simple fact that we’re mates. I didn’t think I’d
get a mate because I’m human, but I know I’m yours.”
    “I’m yours, too,” he said.
    The dress slithered to the floor, and she
stood before him, wearing black satin panties and a strapless bra.
Stepping from her heels, she met his gaze and said, “I’m yours,
Alaric. Every inch of me.”
    He growled loudly as he stalked to her. He
lifted her into his arms and kissed her, his hands tightening on
her skin as he began to walk through the living room. She didn’t
need to tell him which room was hers, apparently, because he turned
to the right where the master bedroom was and carried her to the
big bed.
    After laying her down on the bed, he
straightened so he could pull his shirt over his head. The scars
from his fights earlier were healed. It amazed her how fast
shifters healed. He’d been knocked around pretty good just two
hours ago. The fact that he wasn’t in pain