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drawled, bracing one forearm on the door jam and leaning toward her, forcing her to tip her head back to meet his gaze.

     

      Still slightly disoriented by her rude awakening and not terribly clear headed from her anger either, Danika was nonetheless brought abruptly to a keen sense of her condition by the hunger in Con's eyes.

     

      She wasn't wearing anything but a hip length t-shirt and her panties!

     

      Her anger dissipated like mist in sunshine. “No...."

     

      She didn't get any further. Releasing his grip on the door knob, Con slipped an arm around her waist, dragging her up against him. ‘No’ had barely left her lips when they were captured beneath his in ruthless possession. His lips were warm, hard, eager. He plunged his tongue inside her mouth. The faint taste of hard liquor teased her taste buds as his tongue glided over hers, setting off warning bells in her head that swiftly faded into silence in the wake of the heat that rose to his command. She sucked in a sharp breath of surprise, dragging with it his heated exhalation and a wild, intoxicating scent she knew instinctively was his alone. A wave of dizziness washed over her as if she'd drank the liquor instead of merely sampling it from his mouth.

     

      Dimly aware of the need to stop him before he could take it any further, she lifted her hands to his shoulders, gripping them, pushing at him weakly.

     

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    He was either completely unaware of Danika's feeble attempt to dislodge him or he chose to ignore it. He speared the fingers of his free hand into the hair at the back of her head, holding her when she tried to retreat from the dizzying sensations pelting her. Sucking at her lips momentarily, he repositioned his mouth more firmly over hers and thrust his tongue more deeply into the moist cavern of her mouth, boldly exploring every inch of it.

     

      She managed a sound, but even she wasn't certain if it was of distress or encouragement, if she was distressed because of what he was doing, or because of the way it made her feel.

     

      Her back bumped against the door frame or the wall. She had no idea and no time to assimilate the fact that he'd pinned her or how he'd maneuvered her there. Prying her fingers from his shoulders, he manacled her wrists with his big hands and pinned them to the wall on either side of her. His groin made almost painful contact with her belly as he curled his hips, the thick, engorged shaft of his cock sending quakes along the channel of her sex. The feel of his hard body and the evidence of his arousal in conjunction with the heat his mouth and tongue generated made slippery moisture collect in her nether regions.

     

      "Let her go, Con."

     

      The thread of violence in the low, growling voice penetrated the heated stupor that had gripped Danika, rippling through her in a chilling wash. Con stiffened, pulled away slowly and released her, turning to meet the threat. Disoriented, Danika surveyed the cabin behind Con as he shifted and no longer blocked her view. Jared, Xavier, Dakota, and Balin were ranged behind him, all stiff with the tension radiating from them. Balin, who stood closest, was obviously the one who'd spoken, however. He didn't glance at Danika.

     

      "Go back to your cabin, Dani,” he growled.

     

      Uttering a snarl of rage, Con launched himself at Balin.

     

      Danika felt her jaw drop.

     

      "NOW!” Balin roared, narrowly dodging the hammer-like fist Con swung at him.

     

      Danika jumped. Galvanized, she whirled, bumping into the edge of the door and then the door itself as she fought her way out of the cabin in a blind panic. She'd barely cleared the door when Con flew through it backwards and landed in a skidding slide on one shoulder and hip in the yard. Uttering a squeak of alarm, Danika bounded off the porch and toward the safety of her cabin. When she'd slammed and locked the