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comfort.
    Evan dipped his head, sealing his mouth to hers. The kiss wasn’t as forceful as the ones they’d shared the night before. It was slow, deep, dizzying.
    “You know what I want to do?” he whispered against her lips.
    She shook her head.
    “Take you to the shower and bathe you from head to toe again.”
    Zondra’s breathing hitched. “And then?”
    “I’m going to bury my tongue between your legs. You bury yours between mine... Aside from eating — food, I mean — I suggest we spend my entire day off right here.” The insane need to play with Zondra as long as she’d allow was impossible to shake.
    The scent rising from her said she wasn’t ready to kick him to the curb and go find one of her own kind yet.
    Evan captured her mouth with a grumbled curse. The shower could wait. Food could wait. Everything but the woman in his arms could wait.
    Sounds played at the edges of his consciousness, a door opening somewhere in the distance. Evan dismissed it and pulled Zondra flush to his body. He trailed his fingers over that luscious blue stripe on her back that drove her crazy for his cock, intent on spending his entire day off inside her.
    The hands dragging her away came without warning. Evan launched up, swinging, growling out promises of killing whoever had dared touch her. Two bodies hit him at once, driving Evan to the mattress.
    Voices rose from somewhere across the room, Zondra and another man. Evan tried to fight his way up, to throw off the two men holding him down, but their grip was nearly unbreakable. All the time, the third man was arguing with Zondra, driving Evan to the edges of madness.
    Evan wrenched one arm free and laid a punch that unseated the attacker on his right. The answering punch came from the left, and prisms of startling color exploded before his eyes. The one he’d ousted landed hard, winding Evan in the process.
    “Aleeks, no,” Zondra ordered.
    “You might want to get her out of here,” the one on the right suggested.
    “I’m not going down quietly,” Evan warned.
    “As if you ever do,” the one on the left growled.
    Evan’s fist shot out, but the smart-ass was faster than he’d counted on, and he missed. The one on the right got a bone-crushing hold on Evan’s wrist, and he faltered, which allowed the one on the left to do the same. That simply, Evan was pinned.
    Across the room, the third was pulling a now dressed but deliciously mussed Zondra toward the door.
    “You have no right to do this,” Evan shouted. “Zondra —”
    “Is my little sister,” the one on the left snapped. “And she’s leaving with our seir , whether you like it or not.”
    Something in his tone gave Evan pause. “ How little?” he asked weakly. Zondra looked and acted adult, and he’d picked her up in a bar. He hadn’t asked her age. He’d just assumed she was over twenty-one.
    I didn’t ask anything until after the first time. Not even if she was protected from pregnancy and disease.
    How badly have I screwed up? He remembered something about the Xxan aging faster than humans did. How young were they when they appeared adult?
    “You’re not going down for statutory,” the one on the right assured him.
    Evan breathed a sigh of relief that was sadly short-lived.
    “Sixteen,” the brother answered.
    Evan grimaced. The slamming door echoed his mental vision of career and life.
    “Better,” the one on the right breathed. “Now I highly suggest you get a shower to clear your head, Duncan. After that we’re going to have a long talk about my goddaughter, who is nearly seventeen , by the way.”
    He nodded, and both men eased off the bed, clearing the way to the bathroom. On his way to his feet, Evan got his first unencumbered look at them.
    The taller was a Xxanian mix like Zondra, based on his dark glasses and his claim of being her brother. He appeared to be about Evan’s age, with dark hair and a jaw that was locked tight in anger.
    Who could blame him?
    Evan moved his