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It could smell her The scent of her arousal, the scent of her soul It called to the animal, it made the animal ache, made it hurt It wanted her It wanted to hold her, to touch her, toor anyone could jerk her frorip and take her from it forever

But it waited Waiting was killing it It had waited so long, forced itself to patience for so er It couldn’t push the man much harder or awareness would cause the ain

It would not be restrained While the h the man’s mind then, laid to waste whatever remained of the rusted shackles that had once held it And it protected the woman Its woman

Soon, the man would have no choice but to allow it freedom Sweet, precious freedom

How the hell had he ended up sleeping beside Ria’s bedroouest room where he had laid down? Mercury couldn’t one to sleep elsewhere Hell, he never walked in his sleep Wasn’t it impossible for a Breed to walk in his sleep? So? There had to be

Yet, that was the only explanation It didn’t matter that the explanation sucked The fact hen he awoke, that here he sat, beside her door And he felt as though he hadn’t slept a wink Weariness tugged at hies of his control Mercury prided himself on his control at all times

But as he stood in the office Ria insisted on returning to several hours later, he found hi him further

He checked his tongue again He couldn’t stop doing that There was no sensitivity, no swelling of the glands, none of the signs ofbut fucking her

“You don’t have to stand in here glowering at aze on the file she had opened before her “I’ alone, you know”

“I assu anywhere without her

She lifted her eyes, staring at hi her head, her expression less than friendly

“If you don’t stop glaring, Mercury, I’ to kick you outside”

“You can try” He would actually have preferred it if she had He was dying to find a reason to get his hands on her

She blew out an exasperated breath before turning her attention back to the file she was going through She was too intent on it He could literally feel her

A frown furrowed her brow and her fingers rubbed at the corner of a page As though she orking through a puzzle, stroking the paper in an atte her the secrets she needed