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strong as any Amazon and this Lycanos was bigger, stronger. That turned her on too. It was no wonder that in ancient times Lycanos had been the favored breeding males for Amazons.
    She meant what she’d said, it was a terrible shame, a crime against nature really, that he was so concerned with keeping his beast on a short leash. Because the more he tried to rein himself in, the more Megaera would feel the need to draw him out. It was just how she was wired.
    Goddess, but his chest was so broad and solid. And hot. The heat coming off him seared through her clothes. Half-formed, frantic images of touching him—all skin to skin and sweat-slicked—played havoc on her brain.
    While he didn’t put his arms around her, he didn’t pull away, either. So she closed that breath of a distance between them and crushed her mouth against his—hard and demanding.
    One of his big hands tangled in her hair and the other grasped her waist, but he broke the kiss, jerking his face away and angling her head so he could look at her. Or maybe so she could look at him? He wanted her to witness as his beast shifted and rippled beneath his skin. For all his protestations to the contrary, he was warning her. Telling her that if she kept pushing, she’d get the predator. He wouldn’t be a man anymore, but an animal with sharp teeth, tearing claws and a single-minded intensity focused on prey.
    The hard ridge of his cock pressed against her belly and Meg was wet for him, but it was more than that. She wasn’t only wet, he wasn’t just someone she wanted—she needed him. Her cunt ached to be filled. It had been so long since she’d met a man who appealed to her as a woman and a Fury.
    “Watch how you taunt me or I’ll be fucking you here in front of anyone who cares to watch.”
    “I thought you said you wanted to be on the other side of the city, away from me when your beast was in control?” she asked as she pushed the jacket from his shoulders.
    “ I am in control . Not my beast.”
    “So maybe you do want a taste of the wild side after all, Detective?” Meg tugged at the shoulder holster for his .40 and he shrugged out of it, along with his Kevlar vest, allowing her to begin with the buttons on his shirt.
    “Maybe just a taste of you .” His voice was low and guttural, his beast rising. Then Marcus became the aggressor, returning her demanding kiss with one of his own.
    Normally Meg would fight for dominance, use her tongue as a weapon to gain the male’s submission, but she didn’t even want to try. She melted against his hard body, running her hands inside his open shirt and over the bare skin of his shoulders, his back, the sculpted lines of his abs, down to his belt and the button on his slacks.
    He pulled her tank off over her head and cast it aside before sliding his hand up her ribs to cup her bare breast. She pushed herself into his hand, tugging on his bottom lip with her teeth when his calloused thumb teased over her hard nipple. Each stroke shot electric jolts straight to her clit. His touch was like a brand, her skin blazing with heat wherever he touched her and aching everywhere he didn’t.
    She hadn’t realized he’d maneuvered them backward until the metal frame of a lounger was butting up against her legs. Meg sank down onto the cushion and drew him with her.
    His lips replaced his fingers, sucking her nipple into the hot cavern of his mouth while his hands strayed down to her jeans. She shimmied out of them, spreading her legs on opposite sides of the lounger to accommodate him. Meg watched as he stripped, the intensity of her need keeping her from enjoying the show. She could eye-fuck him later. Judging by his quick, hurried movements, he didn’t want to wait either. He was back on his knees between her legs in moments.
    With his hands on her, she didn’t care that they were naked on her back deck, that anyone who drove down the alley could see them. She didn’t care about anything but this