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him, this is what he was.
    She stiffened for a split second and then sank into his embrace, kissing him back, trailing her fingers over his chest to his shoulders. The kiss was hot, wet, hungry. It had been ages since he’d had sex but he hadn’t felt the need until now.
    With his libido finally set free, desire raced through him hotter than the desert sun. He pulled Tina onto his lap so she straddled him. She felt fragile beneath his palms though in reality he supposed she might be considered slightly heavier than average.
    He cupped her hips, then slid his hands up her back, easing the material of her shirt out of the way until he found bare skin. Soft, supple. He growled in approval and moved to nuzzle her neck, inhaling her scent.
    “You’re not going to go all wolfy and bite me, are you?” She pulled away, her face flushed, her breathing heavy.
    “No. At least not in that way.” He affected a leer.
    “Good.”
    “Ever been with a Lycan?”
    She shook her head. “Ever been with a witch?”
    “Nope.” He pressed on her back, bringing her closer so he could lick the soft hollow at the base of her neck.
    “A night of firsts, it seems.”
    Something in her tone made him pause.
    Make sure she doesn’t expect too much , his wolf reminded him.
    He concurred. “You know this is just for tonight?”
    “It’s okay. I’m not looking for a long-term relationship.” She tugged at his t-shirt and he obliged by removing it. “Tonight is good. Tomorrow will take care of itself.”

Chapter 2
     
    Reno took a swig of his beer as he flipped through the report he’d been given a week ago by Captain Fielding. It outlined the most recent unrest in Central America caused by warring drug cartels, one led by Ramiro “The King” Reyes and the other by Emilio Mendoza, a man noted for his deep-seated superstitions. The two had been vying for control of transport routes for years but tensions had escalated to new heights ever since the removal of several major cartels in other countries. A vacuum in the balance of power had been created and, according to the newscasts, each man was eager to fill it.
    “Interesting but not really a Lycan issue, is it?” His first reaction upon reading the report had been lack lustre to say the least. He’d handed the papers back to the man across the desk from him.
    “I wouldn’t be wasting your time if it didn’t involve us.” Captain Fielding had promptly slid the papers back to him.
    “What’s the angle?” He’d leaned back in his chair and folded his arms behind his head.
    “Michael Duffy—that’s second on High Council Duffy—has a son over there. Paul and his family are in Cantala acting as unofficial diplomats and now they’re caught in the middle of it. The last report we had from him indicated that the fighting had intensified. There’s been no news from him or any member of his family since.”
    “His family is there, you say?”
    The captain had nodded. “His mate and two pups are with him. When the project began the risk was seen as negligible compared to the benefits. With the near extinction of the Mexican Lycans and their counterpart, the Mexican Grey wolf, it was deemed important to have some presence in that part of the world. Cantala was chosen since it had been the most stable country in the area, or at least it had been until this recent turn of events.
    “So we’re presuming they’ve been captured rather than killed?”
    Fielding had shrugged. “I have men working on confirming that. Duffy insists his son and family are still alive and we need to get them out.”
    “The local shifters—”
    “Are jaguars. Standoffish bunch. Even for cats they’re damned difficult to deal with.” Fielding had frowned as if recalling an unpleasant memory. “Our relationship with them is tentative at best. They weren’t that open to having a diplomat in the area to begin with. I doubt we can count on them for help.”
    “So with no help coming from that quarter,