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easy moves first, just to get you started."
    He released her.
    Biting down very hard on her bottom lip, Anais watched Marcus stretch and whirl in a complex series of moves. She recognized Ju Jitsu, Karate, kickboxing.
    And Marcus was fast.
    Very fast.
    Hmm, he was good.
    Scratching her neck and looking pitiful, Anais stood with slumped shoulders and a bad attitude until he'd finished showing off.
    Then he approached her from behind, placed an arm around her neck in a choke hold that didn't choke her. Not yet.
    Anais stood utterly still.
    "Now," he said in a tone that a teacher might use to a very reluctant child. "What would you do if someone came at you like this, from behind?"
    His big body pressed against her back.
    "Scream?"
    His laugh vibrated through his vast chest.
    "Good one. But what if he did this."
    His arm squeezed until her voice box was inactive but she could still breathe.
    In a flash she was on her back on the mat and Marcus had her immobilized, her shoulders pinned by his knees. She stared up into his laughing face. In this position she could smell the maleness of his arousal.
    She fluttered her eyelashes. He could never resist a fluttering eyelash could Marcus. And sure enough, he bent his head to smack an indulgent kiss right on her sulky mouth.
    "No kissing during fight club," said Ian in an easy-going tone that pressed a particularly hot button in Anais.
    "So," said Anais, staring helplessly up at her husband. "You're a big strong vampyre against a puny and pathetic newborn. A newborn who has the muscle tone of a bug. How am I going to learn anything from you if I'm flat on my back on the floor?"
    His eyes went dark and wicked as his mouth curved in a slow, sexy smile.
    "I can teach you many things flat on your back on the floor."
    True.
    Very true.
    "Yes, you most certainly can and you most certainly do, but that's not why we're here, is it?
    Ian cleared his throat.
    Marcus pressed another kiss on her mouth, relaxed on top of her and released her shoulders.
    Gotcha.
    "Well," said Marcus. And that was all he said before he was flying through the air to land on his back. Air whooshed from his lungs as his wife's knee pressed hard on his balls and her sharp, very sharp, elbow was on his windpipe. That elbow bore down with the weight of her body behind it.
     
    Her dark eyes went wicked and wild as her vampyre rose and triggered his.
    She bent her head and kissed him with tongue and teeth, all the while ignoring his Commander's hastily hidden snort of laughter behind her.
    She lifted her head and stared dead into his eyes.
    The swell of his erection twitched to life under her knee.
    The man was resilient.
    "You wanna fight, big boy? Then let's fight."
    In a flash, she was up on her feet and dancing a rapid little two-step shuffle like a professional boxer in a ring.
    And not once did she take her eyes from her husband who lay on the floor and trying to catch his breath. She wiggled her butt. A move that had his vampyre growl low and deep in his throat. "You pulled a fast one on me."
    Anais did another high-speed little two-step on the spot.
    "Yep. Serves you right. That'll teach you to pat my backside in public."
    He smiled, his fangs almost glinting too white in the bright lights of the room.
    "Baby, I'm gonna do much more to your backside than pat it."
    "Oh yeah? From where I'm standing you don't look in any shape to pat anything."
    Between one heartbeat and the next, he was on his feet.
    Marcus began to circle her.
    Anais spread out and moved in time with him, step-by-slow-step.
    She did another eyelash flutter, wiggled her fingers, taunting him.
    "Come on then, vampyre. Let's see what you've got."
    His vampyre gave out a roar that rang and echoed through the vast space.
    Neither of them noticed ten Centuri warriors, all dressed to kill, line the wall to watch the show.
     
    Without warning, Marcus darted towards her.
    She danced out of his reach, and her elbow skimmed his jaw.
    She wasn't pulling her