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“Ready?” he asked, still looking as if he wanted to rip someone’s headoff.

She blushed and gave him a knowinglook.

His eyes widened. “Really?”

“Really,” she said with asmile.

Bending, he lifted her off her feet and carried her over the dance floor, past Edee andStriker.

Edee tossed her hands in the air in a celebratory manner. “Be gentle to start and then fuck her until she losesconsciousness!”

Striker laughed. “Och, lass, you may verra well be worse thanme.”

“Thanks,” returned Edee, still smiling at the sight of Brooke being carried out of theclub.

Chapter Seven

Malik pouredhimself a drink at the wet bar in his room and used the moment to try to cage his beast. It had been beating at him from the inside out since he’d arrived at the hotel and caught the scent of honey andlotuses.

The scent ofBrooke.

Her scent had made its way to him in the lobby and his lion had nearly burst free, and it had taken all his control to stop it. When he’d figured out the source of the smell was a woman, and that a man was hurting her, he’d shut off. He’d wanted to kill the bastard in the most painful of ways, and then he’d wanted to fuck the woman until she knew she washis.

Mine.

He winced, his beast still actingup.

Having her in his room, wanting to be with him, nearly did him in. He needed a drink to take the edge off. He looked at his reflection in the mirror above the wet bar, noting the feral look in his eyes. “She’s human. She’s not mate material. Pull yourself together,” he whispered to himself in hopes it would sink infully.

“Malik?” she asked, her voice soundingtimid.

The last thing he wanted was for her to fear him in any way. He polished off his drink and poured another, unable to face her at themoment.

“Should I take my clothes off now?” she asked, and his cock hardened to the point he thought he’d come in his pants. “That was a stupid question, wasn’t it? Of course you’ll want my clothes off. Sorry. I’m a bag ofnerves.”

Dear gods, she was going to killhim.

He set his glass down and turned to face her. He had every intention of slowly undressing her, unwrapping the prize beneath, but his beast had other ideas. Before he realized what he was doing, he had her lifted off the floor, his mouth crashing down onhers.

She returned the kiss, her legs wrapping around his waist, which left her long dress riding high, exposing long bare legs to him. He growled into her mouth as he cupped the back of her thighs. Everything on him was heightened, making his entire body tingle withpleasure.

Brooke began to grind on him, and he lost the last shred of control he had. He reached between them and undid his pants. Much to his delight, Brooke’s hands moved over his. She reached in and freed his erection, stroking it with an eagerness that spurred him onward. Jerking, he thought he’d come then and there. He fought with the buttons on his shirt with one hand before ripping it open, sending buttons flying in all directions. To hell with the fact it had cost over five hundred dollars. He wanted to be skin to skin withBrooke.

She pushed his leather pants down more and began jerking him off in a way that was going to make him come in seconds if she continued, and he wasn’t a man who came easily that way—or any way for the last few hundred years. She raked her nails over his shaft lightly and Malik’s lion roaredwithin.

The next he knew, he was reaching under her, a claw emerging from his fingertip before he tore through her panties. The claw receded atonce.

Malik was about to walk Brooke to the bed so he could spread her out and lick her until she screamed his name and was good and ready to take all of him, when she lifted herself on him, lined up with his cock, and pressed the head of his dick to her soaked, hotcore.

“Brooke,” he managed between kisses and the urge to fuck her in two. He didn’t even have his pants down yet. He couldn’t recall a time he’d ever been this eager to be in a woman. This driven tojoin.

“Yes,” she responded. “A thousand times over,yes.”

“You’re not readyyet.”

She bit his lower lip hard enough to draw blood. His inner beast took the lead, wanting what she was offering. Malik thrust into her, tearing through resistance. He couldn’t think harder on it because her body gripped his so tight that he nearly came then and there. She cried out in his arms, her legs wrapping tighter around his waist as he rooted inher.

Malik continued to control the movements and the speed with which they made love. And it was making love. It was hard and carnal, but it meant something to him. He wanted to drive like a piston into her, but the threat of breaking her was all too real. As a supernatural male, he could easily harm a human woman. His beast was already acting off—harder to control than normal despite the suppression drugs he’d taken before the mission. If anything, he seemed worse than normal, not better, and he’d never had control problemsbefore.

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