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Nina did want him, but she wanted it to be on their terms—not their beasts’. “Jordan, I need time. Whatever is happening between us is intense and I require process time. You understand, right?”

He left his hand on the distended mass in the front of his pants. “I understand your cunt is practically begging me to fuck it.” He advanced on her. “That what I’ve got can ease your cycle pain.”

With a sigh, Nina prepared to do what was required to snap him out of the state he was in. Bloodlust combined with sexual lust for a shifter male wasn’t ever something one wanted to contend with. Especially not when the male in question was as powerful as Jordan.

He came at her with lightning-fast speed and she reacted, twisting around and lifting her leg. She kicked him in the solar plexus and he went backwards.

She expected to have to fight him more but Jordan looked up and swayed, his eyes returning to their normal shade of green. “N-Nina?”

She relaxed.

He rubbed his abs. “Did you just kick me?”

She waited, knowing it would take him a second to clear his mind of the fog that was sometimes caused by bloodlust. The instant he realized what had happened, his eyes widened.

“Ohmyfuckinggods, baby, I…” He jerked back, as if unsure of himself around her. “I’m sorry.”

She remained in place. “Jordan.”

He continued on his apologetic tirade.

Nina waited him out. When he slowed, she lifted a hand to him. “I sense no more of the enemy. Let us get you home and cleaned up. Then, maybe,” she paused, “we could simply spend time together. Not fighting. Just being.”

Jordan’s expression eased and he came to her, taking her hand in his. “I’d like that, baby.”

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