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prey.”
    Sebastian’s fingers loosened on her wrist, his thumb brushing the rapid beat of her pulse. Foolish female. Challenging a Pantera male was a certain way to provoke his most primal instincts.
    Strong females were as potent as the finest aphrodisiac to the animal inside him.
    Sliding his hand to the front of her neck, his fingers circled her throat, holding her in a gesture of pure possession.
    “If I decide you’re mine,” he murmured softly. “I will hunt you to the end of the earth.”
    “Is that a threat?” she demanded, her tone distracted as her fingers began to unbutton his shirt.
    He gave a low growl, tugging her tight against his hard body.
    “It’s a promise, sugar,” he rasped, his senses inflamed to the point of pain.
    “This is madness.” She pulled open his shirt, trailing her tongue down the bronzed skin she’d just revealed. “Complete lunacy.”
    His soft groan rumbled in his chest as he moved to cup her ass, compulsively pressing her to his rock hard cock.
    “You won’t get an argument from me,” he muttered, for the first time fully appreciating the power of the mating heat.
    Her hunger was a savage ache that clenched his body, the temptation of her spicy scent drowning him in need.
    His cock throbbed in concert with every beat of her heart.
    “Have you ever done this?”
    He gave a startled laugh. “Had sex?”
    She arched back to meet his searching gaze, an unexpected hint of vulnerability in her eyes.
    “Have you been with many females in my…condition?”
    Unable to resist the sight of that slender neck arched in open invitation, Sebastian lowered his head.
    “No,” he murmured, his voice a husky growl. “Never.”
    She gave a low groan as his tongue ran a searing path along the line of her throat.
    “Then how do you know this will put an end to it?” Her fingers dug into his upper arms, as if her knees had suddenly become too weak to support her.
    He nipped her earlobe, wryly acknowledging that the mating heat was only an excuse to give in to his desire.
    He would have done everything in his power to get her in the nearest bed without the heat driving him.
    “There’s only one way to find out.”
    Before she could even guess his intention, Sebastian was easing her out of her jacket and unbuckling her holster to set aside her gun before swiftly dealing with the white cotton shirt. Then, reaching the end of his patience, he rid her of the lacy white bra with one sharp tug.
    Sebastian made a sound of appreciation, his hands moving to cup her breasts with a reverent care.
    Damn. He’d suspected she’d be beautiful beneath all that starch, but she was…perfect.
    His thumbs teased the pink tips of her nipples, rumbling in pleasure as they hardened with excitement.
    “Do you like that?” he demanded.
    “Yes,” she whispered.
    His head lowered, his lips closing over the sensitive nipple. “And this?”
    Her head dropped back, a low purr vibrating in her chest.
    “Oh…hell, yes.”
    Softly chuckling at her eager response, Sebastian leashed his urge to pounce. Falling on her like a rabid puma probably wasn’t the best idea. Not for their first time.
    Continuing to tease her nipple with his tongue, Sebastian deftly slid down the zipper of her slacks, eager to feel her naked body pressed against his. When there was no protest from Reny, he slowly began to peel them downward, lowering himself to his knees as he efficiently tugged off her sensible shoes before he finished stripping her.
    Then, still kneeling, he allowed himself to drink in her beauty.
    She was long and slender, but had the firm muscles of a Pantera rippling beneath her smooth skin.
    Excitement scorched through him as his attention lingered on the tiny triangle of silk that was all that covered her. Well…it didn’t actually cover much.
    Who would have suspected that beneath all that starch Reny Smith, FBI agent, was a woman who wore a bright red thong?
    His cat snarled, urging him to rethink that whole