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skin felt perfectly smooth until his fingers tripped over a thin scar that trailed from her left earlobe down to her neck. But the scar didn’t detract from her beauty; it only enhanced the inherent wild nature of her. Her eyes were black, as was the way of the Weres, circled with a singular ring of color. A gold so pure, so brilliant, he was sure he could see his reflection in it. Her curly hair fell just down to her chin in delicate, chocolate-brown waves. Her body was small but it overflowed with undiluted power and strength.
    To Kerrick, she was perfection.
    She leaned into his touch, looking more horrified with every passing second. Her hand reached up to cup his over her cheek, stroking his knuckles then encircling his wrist. Her touch sent shockwaves across his skin, his body recognizing hers.
    “You are doing something to me, I know it,” she growled in an odd cadence of speech, feral yet formal. Along with the strange dichotomy of her speech patterns, her body was completely at odds with the rage and confusion he heard in her voice and saw in her expression. She was an enigma. “What is this?” She hissed. “If it is some fucked-up power play—”
    “We are mating.” Kerrick’s other hand reached forward to complete a frame around her face, unable to look away from her captivating eyes. “Our Beasts, our animals are choosing each other.”
    “What? Why? Why would they do that? That is a terrible idea.” She looked like she was on the verge of a mental breakdown but that didn’t stop her body from responding to his touches and shivering as he trailed his hands to her neck and then her shoulders, pulling her closer. He needed to feel the heat coming off her skin.
    “From where I’m standing it seems like a brilliant idea.” He wrapped one arm around her waist to bring their bodies closer, rubbing up against one another. His other hand returned to her face, his thumb tracing the scar. He was fascinated by that scar. He wanted to lick and discover its taste.
    “You are…this is impossible,” she said, her voice turning breathy, her hands stroking his chest as her eyes trailed over every inch of him. He felt devoured.
    “Kiss me,” he demanded, his need to taste her taking over, pulling her face towards his, bending to meet her halfway.
    “Another terrible idea.” The woman’s eyes were on his lips now. She wanted him as much as he did, felt what he felt. He could hear it in the rapid pounding of her pulse fluttering away in that delicious neck of hers. Smell it in the tempting scent of her arousal. “I am a bad kisser,” she whispered, still staring at his lips. “You should save yourself from the tedium while you still can.”
    “I doubt that,” Kerrick said, enjoying her futile attempts to stop the unstoppable. He would have laughed if his body hadn’t been screaming for him to take her, make her his. His mate. “Your lips look like they were made for kissing.” Kerrick’s lips rested against hers, soft as sin and plump enough to bite. “Kiss me,” he said against her lips, withholding the demand this time, instinctively knowing he needed her to make that final move.
    “What if you are the bad kisser?” she asked, pulling back slightly as her eyes flicked from his lips to his eyes. If she was feeling half of the sensual torture his body was being put through, he didn’t understand how she could resist submitting to the will of their Beasts calling for their mates. Kerrick couldn’t take it anymore, the Alphar power within his soul reared its wild head and demanded he take his mate and make her his.
    “Shut up, woman, and kiss me.”
    Her eyes sparked fire. “Do not tell me to shut up!”
    He pulled back, looking into those mystic eyes of hers. “You scared, Incendiary?”
    Her gaze burned bright with a barely contained fury and her eyes narrowed. Got her.
    She slammed her mouth onto his and his soul exploded into shards of colors and lights of crystalline joy. His mate . She