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swept up and his golden gaze met hers, so smolderingly hot. Then slowly, succinctly, he palmed the back of her head and brought her mouth back to his neck. “Bite me, my sweet. There is nothing you need to be afraid of.”
    “I wasnae about to bite you.” Drat it. There she went again nibbling on his flesh. She needed to pull away, only everything within her cried out at the thought of stopping.
    “Harder,” he pushed. “Don’t deny me what I want.”
    Beyond frustrated, she bit him, just as he’d asked and the moment she released his skin, he flipped her over onto her back, buried his head at her neck and pressed his entire body against hers. Every inch of him was aligned with every inch of her and his manhood, so very hard and hot, dug into her belly. “You make me lose my mind,” she gasped. “We must cease this nonsense.”
    “There is no stopping the mated bond when it takes form.” He licked her skin, right over her pounding pulse. “My bear is raging at me, demanding I take you and make you ours.”
    “Wait.” She gripped his shoulders, fingernails digging into his flesh. She wanted to push him away, but she couldn’t, actually whimpered when she tried to. “Demanding this bond will ensure your death, Finlay, and I will never take the life of another, especially yours.”
    “You’ve given me a reason to live, not taken my life away.” He tipped her head back farther, exposed her entire neck and scraped his teeth back and forth over her flesh. “Say aye. I need to mark you as you just marked me, but I need your permission first.”
    “’Tis sheer luck my fire has no’ yet flared. Usually I cannae handle this much touch with another.” She shuddered in his arms and heat rippled through her and pooled between her thighs, the wrong kind of heat.
    He breathed deep with one sensual grin. “Mmm, you smell like honey, one of my favorite treats. It’s like liquid gold to my bear and I could eat it by the tubful, just as I could eat you.”
    “I want to say aye, but there is too much danger in doing so.” She couldn’t deny the need that had rolled through her to mark him, and the sheer pleasure that had taken hold once she had.
    “Those who are soul bound to one another can’t harm each other. I can guarantee you your fire will never singe a hair on my head, ever. It’s impossible.” He licked down her neck to the top rise of her breasts and her nipples beaded into hard, pulsing points. “There has also never been another woman I have ever touched as I’ve touched you, and even without the aid of the current full moon, everything within me screams that you’re my mated one.”
    His words touched her heart and his heavenly hold made her crave more. “Touch me, but be careful.”
    “I’ll take the utmost care.” He cupped her breasts through her thin cotton shift, lifted them higher until the upper swells were fully exposed then swept his tongue across each rise.
    Sweet heaven. His touch was glorious and made her want so much more. She arched into him and heat sizzled under her skin in a swift flare she couldn’t contain. Nay. She wouldn’t burn him. She shoved him back, rolled free and scrambled out of the bed. A bolt of pain speared through her. Moving away from him hurt, as if her very soul had been wrenched away from his. “I’m sorry, Finlay.”
    “No, this is my fault. Clearly I didn’t take enough care.” He was out of the bed in an instant and crouching in front of her, his thumb moving in a slow circle over the mark she’d given him.
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    Finlay mentally berated himself. The thought of hurting Arabel in any way pained him.
    “Is there still heat coming from me?” She shoved up a hand. “And stay right where you are while you check.”
    “There is heat but you haven’t burnt me, and you won’t.” The last thing he wanted to do was make her feel uneasy, not when she was his to care for. “You are the first fire-wielder to mate with a shifter and I agree that