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rush of blood was explainable.
    The tongue was an enigma, and the taste of spice in his mouth confusing. The only thing that did make sense was the need to kiss Lyra.
    She had tormented him for months. Tempted him. Laughed at him and mocked him with a gentle, feminine warmth that shouldn't have touched him as deeply as it had.
    The smell of her arousal was killing him. It was hot, liquid sweet, and he was dying to lap at the soft cream he knew was spilling from her pussy. It would be hot, frothy with her growing need, and as rich as sunrise.
    "Hell of a choice." Her arms tightened over her breasts.
    He knew what she was hiding. The lush curves of her breasts, her swollen nipples.
    "Make it fast if you don't mind," he growled. The erection was killing him. "Because the scent of your arousal is making me insane, Lyra. Pretty soon, I'm going to make the choice for you."
    A whimper escaped her lips as her eyes widened in horror.
    In shame? He frowned as she paled and then flushed furiously, her eyes brightening as though with tears.
    "What?" He caught her shoulders as she moved to turn from him, turning her back to face him, knowing that touching her was the biggest mistake he could make.
    "You smell me?" She trembled, embarrassment bringing tears to her eyes as she struggled against him.
    He sighed wearily. Dammit, he was too tired, too hungry for the taste of her to watch every damn word he said and every move he made. He wasn't exactly the social sort, and the "rules of polite society" wasn't a class he had found the time to take.
    "Lyra." He breathed out roughly, his hand lifting to her cheek, marveling at the silken texture of her flesh. "I'm an animal," he whispered softly. "My sense of smell is so highly advanced that I can detect any scent. Especially the sweet, soft heat coming from you. It's like forcing a starving man to stand before a banquet and not taste the riches."
    She blinked up at him, swallowing tightly, her gaze suspicious, softening only slightly as his thumb smoothed over her lips.
    He wanted to say more, but the silken curves held his attention, mesmerized him.
    His tongue throbbed as the glands spilled more of the spicy taste into his mouth. The blood pumped harder through his veins as his control slipped further.
    He lifted his hands from her shoulders carefully.
    "The bedroom is upstairs, third door on the landing. Get away from me, Lyra. Now. Before I lose all control."
    She frowned back at him.
    "I don't like the way you make decisions for me, Tarek," she snapped furiously. But, thank God, she began to back carefully away from him. "It's annoying."
    "I'm certain it is." The smell of her still wrapped around him, tormented him. "We can discuss it tomorrow over coffee.
    Now go to bed."
    She sniffed in disdain, glaring back at him as she reached the doorway.
    "This tendency to boss me around best not become a habit,"
    she warned him again. "Otherwise, I might disabuse you of the idea that you can get away with it. Count yourself lucky I'm letting you off the hook and escaping. Otherwise, you'd be one molested kitty, Jordan."
    He could do nothing but stare at her disappearing back in shock as she muttered the heated words. Molested kitty? He groaned at the phrase. Good Lord, the woman was going to make him completely insane.
    He sighed in relief, forcing himself to let her go before pulling the cell phone from its holder at his side and pressing the calling pad impatiently.
    "Jonas." Jonas Wyatt, head of Feline Enforcer Affairs at Sanctuary, answered on the first ring.
    "We have a problem," Tarek said quietly. "I think I encountered our Trainer tonight. Unfortunately, it wasn't me he was after."
    He couldn't get the scent of the assailant out of his mind. It was too damned close to the smell of the clothing, admittedly from years before, that the bastard had worn. Not exact, but damned close.
    "Explain." Jonas was a man of few words, which was one of the reasons Tarek liked working for him.
    "He was