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she could, she came. Nothing gentle or feminine about the violent pulses that rocketed through her, sending her to a place she’d never visited before. Clinging to him as if her life depended on it, she had no choice. She gave herself up to his care just as he muttered her name. He pressed his lips against her neck as he came in hard spurts.
    * * * *
    Naked, Kristen was pure temptation. Her lithe form appealed to Nathan on a basic level, one that was past thinking, akin to instinct. Something in her called to him. Always he’d been restless, wondering what was next, what was over the horizon. For once, at the moment of culmination when he jetted into her body, he felt at peace, as if he’d finally reached his goal.
    She slept in his arms. Her hair was tangled over her face and shoulders but still straight. Gently, taking care not to disturb her, he smoothed it back. He’d love to brush it, to watch it become a shining sheet of liquid jet. She didn’t make much noise when she was asleep, but her breath puffed over his chest, raising the sparse hairs with each exhalation. He liked it.
    What had initially shocked him was her resistance to his mental invasion. He’d tried several times tonight, cautiously, since he didn’t want her to know he was a Talent or suspect anything wrong. But she had a strong mental barrier.
    That he accepted. Many mortals did. But at the point of climax, he’d tried and failed again. He had a strong urge to know for sure that she wasn’t a Talent. She’d pushed him out again.
    Something in her drew him as no other woman had before, and he’d had his share. She was dangerous at a level he didn’t yet understand.
    When his shoulder began to go to sleep he shifted her slightly. A damp spot on his chest showed where she’d touched him with her lips—a sleep kiss. Nice . The trouble was, he liked her too much when he should be on his guard. He needed to do that research into her identity, discover if she was telling the truth about breaking down and trudging here in the snow, but finding her car had gone some way to persuading him she might be telling the truth.
    It had stopped snowing. He’d closed the door but not drawn the drapes. No need with insulated glass and no neighbors near enough to see anything. He liked waking up and staring out into the night. The sliver of window at the far corner of the room showed no more flakes were falling.
    Her eyes opened, and she stared up at him, instantly awake. He felt her system go into motion like a wound watch, her mental barriers sliding easily into place. Did she sense him there? Instinct took over, and he withdrew, although he wanted to ease in and stroke her from the inside as well as out.
    With a bright smile, she swung over him, straddling him so her pussy wet his thighs. Already? She touched his balls, then the base of his cock, just grazing the eager flesh, then moved down to his thigh. He should have guessed she’d notice his sigil, the mark of his other creature.
    “What do we have here?”
    He grasped her waist, reveling in the soft, satiny skin under his hands. “Shall I let you guess?”
    “I don’t have to. It’s a tattoo.”
    She ducked to one side and examined it. His little blue dragon, the reminder of his other form. It was like a dragon on a coat of arms, shown in profile, its wings closed.
    The sigil had appeared at the moment of his first shape-shift when he was thirteen. It was far more ingrained than a tattoo; it wouldn’t fade or discolor over time.
    “It’s beautiful,” she said. “I’ve never seen anything that good on anyone else.” She laughed. “One guy had his dick tattooed. Must have hurt like fuck, but the work wasn’t nearly as good as this.”
    The thought of her with other men disturbed him, and he almost laughed at the stupidity of his instinctive response. He’d fucked Talented women who’d lost count of the number of sexual partners they’d had, and it had never bothered him. He’d never been