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with little effort. God help him if she learned she had so much power. “Ava, tell me what happened.” He stopped his ministrations.
    She blinked her eyes open. “It's no big deal.”
    “Ava,” he warned in a soft voice.
    “Okay, okay.” She glanced up at him, her lips parted, her eyes becoming more brown. The damned things changed color with her moods, and he could see her worry. “I need your help.”
    “Oh?”
    “It's only happened to me once before. A searing pain in my head. But it's Grayson's fault.”
    He grimaced. “The psychic? The same one you told me you were sleeping with but who denied it like crazy? That Grayson?”
    She scowled up at him. “I did no such thing, you pervert. He's my brother.” He blinked. “Like hell.”
    “No, he is. I'm not lying.”
    “Who the hell knows with you? You told me before that you were sleeping with one of the psychics. Now you're not, and he's your brother?”
    “We have the same eyes.”
    “Yeah, but you're brown. He's white.”
    She sighed. “I'm black, not brown.”
    He tried not to be taken in by her wide eyes and that soft, creamy skin. But where Ava was concerned, Tersch was weak. He'd made so many mental comparisons of that sweet flesh, he could tick them off on the fingers of both hands.
    “No, baby. That skin is nowhere near black. A rich coffee, a dark caramel, a milk chocolate, something sweet I'd like to eat up one bite at a time.” His hands tingled where they touched her. He leaned closer, unable to help himself.

    “We…we were talking about my brother.”
    “Were we?” His brain seemed to have shut off. He'd been wondering for an entire fucking year what it would be like to feel her mouth under his. And she was so close. In his room. On his bed…
    Don’t do it. Keep the monster away from her. You’ll put her in danger . In the back of his mind, he heard his sister's cry, Susanna's plea for life, an enraged roar.
    But Ava surrounded him with pure, sweet need. He couldn't resist the temptation, not any longer.
    He planted his hands on either side of her head and lowered himself so that his bare chest pressed against her thinly clad breasts. Fuck, he could feel her nipples against him, his body overly sensitized to her nearness.
    “Gunnar—”
    “Ava,” he whispered back and kissed her.
    She tasted like everything he'd dreamed. Womanly, sweet, and so sexy, it was all he could do not to rip her clothes off, mount her, and fuck her like the animal he was. He licked at her lips and thrust his tongue inside when she opened for him on a moan. He invaded, taking as much as giving.
    Tersch gripped the mattress on either side of her head with fingers quickly turning into claws. He shivered, so under her spell, he could barely remember his own name. Ava, finally his. The mate he'd been longing for, the answer to his hopes and dreams. So soft, so feminine, desirable…
    Her hands crept up to his shoulders, and the feel of her palms on his flesh made him rock hard in seconds. She stroked his shoulders, then his neck, and pulled him closer into the kiss.
    He slanted his mouth to angle for deeper penetration. She met his tongue stroke for stroke, allowing him to plunder, to take what he'd been wanting for so long.

    Breathe. Have to…breathe . He pulled away, gasping, but couldn't stop planting kisses over her smooth skin.
    “Mmm, yes,” she murmured and ran her hands over his shoulders to his chest.
    “So strong.”
    He made the mistake of leaning back to look into her eyes and saw her beast staring out at him through slit pupils, daring him to take what they both knew to be his. Take her. Mine, ours. Now . If it were only his beast, he might have succumbed.
    But his berserker wanted more, and a sudden flash of the recent past intruded.
    He’d been so angry, so furious at not being able to help Jules. So he took it out on the nearest opponent. Fallon. He’d pummeled the bastard, enjoying the outlet, excited to exercise so much anger. Then