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“It’s not like I could escape,” she panted bitterly. “You and I both know I wouldn’t get very far outside.”

“Were you planning on going outside?” I asked, noting the lack of winter clothing. Her small, pale feet were bare on the crystal, and her body heat bloomed outward from her thin, short-sleeved tunic.

“I don’t know! I just needed some space. Something other than that room. I felt like I was suffocating.”

Maybe that feeling of suffocation was why she breathed so raggedly now. Her chest rose and fell in violent motions, each heaving breath making the tips of her breasts brush my bare front. I realized that I’d once again gotten my thigh between both of hers. Yet more heat seeped through both her trousers and mine, coming from the hidden place between her legs, burning me from knee to groin.

In a blinding, explosive moment, I was consumed. Consumed by soft skin and heat. Fury and desire. Desire so confounding I could not even name it. There were too many facets in the need, like a dagger of dark crystal lodged in my chest. I wanted to push her away. To punish her. To drag her by her fragrant hair out into the snow, barefoot and begging, until she was so cold she’d have no choice but to retreat into the venomous mercy of my warmth.

Sionnach preserve me, I wanted to palm the swells of her breasts. To feel them with my hands instead of the skin of my chest.

I wanted to want nothing at all.

But my cock thickened, and my hips twitched, and I knew that the salvation of wanting nothing would not come to me tonight.

I wrenched myself away from her, wings flexing, suddenly desperate for space, air, stars, darkness.

“You want to go outside?” I rasped.

Begging... barefoot in the snow...

It was only by sheer force of will – the will of a god – that I did not look down at her toes. My voice was strangled when I spoke again. I did not recognize it when I told her, “Get your boots.”

CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT

Torrance

I screwed up.

I shouldn’t have tried to leave the room. I should have known he’d use some fucking alien power to know I’d done it. But even if I’d known he would find me, catch me, cage me in against the door, I still wasn’t sure I could have stopped myself. The room had begun closing in on me, the reality that, even if he did believe me eventually about not coming here on purpose, I still wouldn’t have a way out, a way home. Going all the way home to Earth would never be an option, anyway. The mission I’d been on was so secret I was drugged and put on the ship before I was ever even told about it. I knew too much now. If I somehow showed back up at my old job, my old life, I would run into some major problems.

I’d been thinking about all of that when I’d suddenly felt like I couldn’t breathe. I had to get out.

Well, seems like I’m going out now.

Out. All the way out.

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