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Regan had barely ed to wipe off the dampness and pull on her bra and panties when he returned, his brows pulled into a frown as he held out the bags of her new clothing

"I took half the store and there isn’t one decent shirt in there"

Well, so much for the considerate lover who had bathed her with such tender care, she wryly acknowledged

Yanking the bags fro jeans, then dug through the mound of shirts to pull out a pretty yellow knit top with a scooped neckline and lace about the he it over her head, she s saze studied the tiny top that clung to her curves

"They’ve all been chopped off at the waist and cut so low you ht as well not even bother with them"

"In case you haven’t noticed, the dark ages of keeping wo over, chief" Her eyes narrowed "And what business is it of yours, anyway?"

He folded his arerous and…Christ, so heartstoppingly beautiful it made her mouth water

Damn vampire

"I…" His words caan froze--an unrowled, turning with irace to flow into the outer cave

"Salvatore," Regan clarified, her hackles rising as she folloith less grace and a great deal nored Jagr’s atte so she could have an uninterrupted view as Salvatore Giuliani boldly stepped through the entrance

As always, the King of Weres was elegantly attired in a designer suit, this one in a slate gray with asilk tie and pale ivory shirt His thick black hair was pulled into a tail at the nape of his neck, and his sensuous Latin features were a polished bronze It was his golden eyes, however, that caught and held attention They were eyes that held a ruthless intelligence and lethal willingness to do whatever necessary to achieve his goal

Including tossing her aside like a piece of non-recyclable trash

Strolling arrogantly into the cave, Salvatore deliberately sniffed the air, the wicked glint in his eyes revealing his awareness of their earlier passion

"A?" he mocked, his voice accented with a hint of Italian His lips twitched as Jagr regarded hian As exquisite as ever"

Regan didn’t hesitate

"You son of a bitch," she rasped, launching herself across the cave with a speed that caught bothinto the startled Were, she knocked hi into the too handsolowed, but it was pure er that stirred his inner wolf

"Cristo, you are nificent Such a pity you can’t bear me an heir You would have been a worthy mate" His smile was slow, seductive "Of course, that doesn’t mean we couldn’t enjoy each other’s company You haven’t lived until you’ve been bedded by a pureblood…"

Her eyes narrowed in disgust "Even think about it and I’ll castrate you"

His husky laugh echoed through the cave as he gave a an beneath him Now on top, he s about it"

He didn’t think about it long

The cold blast of fury was the only warning before Jagr had Salvatore by the throat, and was shoving hi, and they’ll be finding your body parts from here to New Orleans," he inforolden eyes blazed "Release me, vampire, or you’ll have a war on your hands Styx does not want"

Indifferent to the threat, Jagr leaned forward, whispering so back and releasing his death-hold on the Were

Salvatore growled low in his throat, but oddly didn’t attack Instead, he smoothed his hands down his Gucci suit and ensured his tie was still immaculate

"Have I mentioned how an rose to her feet, wondering what the hell Jagr had whispered in Salvatore’s ear

"Why are you here?" Jagr demanded "I called you to Hannibal to take care of your rabid curs, not to socialize"