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himself was something he was not prone to do.
    He shook the thoughts from his head, drawn back by the sound of his mate exhaling deeply from behind the closed bathroom door. His supernatural hearing gave him the advantage, and his other senses told him that she was tired, yet slightly aroused. He’d see to it that she was fully aroused before the night was over.
    Braden turned to leave. He heard the unmistakable sound of material falling to the floor and stopped. He wanted her, had wanted her from that very first moment. The bloodlust inside of him was strong, telling him to bite, to mark what was rightfully his. The gods had ordained this marriage. He and Kira were meant to be. Why should he wait to lay claim to his wife? Entering her dreams had been tortuously wonderful. Having her so close was just short of excruciating.
    He’d waited too long to possess her, pleasure her and hold her to him. Kira was his, though she didn’t know it yet. Already they were joined.
    Bringing forth his power, he sought to enter her mind just enough to let her subconscious remember who he was so she didn’t panic on him. He could never hurt her, would never take her free will away from her. But he could ease her uncertainties and take away that small part of her fear that would keep her from acting on pure instinct.
    Braden lifted his hand to the bathroom door. He smelled the perfume she wore, heard the beating of her heart. His own heart picked up time with hers, mimicking the beat. Slowly, he reached for the doorknob. The time to claim his mate had finally arrived.
     

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    Kira pulled the tiny black dress over her head, revealing her breasts and skimpy panties as she looked in the bathroom mirror. The sound of the whirlpool tub filling with water drifted around her. She chuckled, loving the little gold cherubs on the faucet. They were so perfect, all fat, cute and mischievous. The whole stateroom was so gaudily Vegas. It suited her mood perfectly.
    Putting her hands up, she stretched, happy she’d chosen this cruise line over the others she’d seen. Not that she’d had much of a choice. The strange compulsion to book the cruise was almost overwhelming and, from the word go, she’d been drawn to this particular cruise company. Kira shrugged, sure it had something to do with the hot guy on their commercial.
    Twisting her hair into a knot, she reached blindly for her hair clip. It was nowhere to be found.
    “Crap,” she whispered as she began to turn in search of her bag. If she let her hair get wet now, it’d take all night to dry and then it would be a frizzy mess. It was times like these that she wondered if having thick, heavy, long hair was worth it. Mumbling to herself in irritation, she said, “Maybe I should shave my head— ahh! ”
    Something firm grabbed her about the waist, stopping her from making it all the way around. “Shh, love, you will be calm now.”
    Kira moaned softly, nodding her head in slow agreement. The voice that spoke was deep, with a distinctly British inflection. It made her want to turn around and see if he was as sexy as he sounded. She didn’t, her heart pounding in excitement as she let his little game unravel for itself.
    “Very good,” the man said, but she barely heard him. He moved closer.
    She gasped in pleasant surprise and her body tensed, part in fear, part in excitement. Whoever the very male presence behind her was, she hadn’t heard him come in the bathroom. A masculine finger worked beneath the thin side strap of her panties, touching her intimately. He held her tight to his body. A soft voice whispered hotly in her ear, “One can only assume that you are not here to tidy up the place.”
    “What?” Kira didn’t even attempt to get away from him. For some reason, she didn’t want to. His body molded hard to hers as he pressed close to her back. From what she could feel pressing large and throbbing against her, this guy was more than enough to satisfy a woman. For some