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was a big, bad,
intimidating male predator, who was easily able to plow her over, she sighed as
she appeared to leisurely study him from head to toe. Truth be told, he sort of
liked the feeling of her finally giving him the thorough once over he deserved.
But he felt something else, an odd sense of insecurity. What was he worried
about? Why the hell wouldn’t she like what she was seeing? He was a good-looking
man. Right?
    When her gaze finally parked onto his,
she gave him another sexy as hell smile. “My name is Kara. I swear you look
familiar. Have we met before?”
    “No.” One two letter word. That was it.
Did his voice seriously crack? He shook his head in denial though he knew it
was true. He’d heard it.
    She gently placed her hand on his arm.
“Are you sure we’ve never met?”
    To prevent his voice from cracking
again, he cleared his throat. “Absolutely.” He looked down at her hand on his
arm. Her palm was generating unnatural heat and supernatural power. That’s when
he realized she was touching him to connect with his mind. She was attempting
to read his thoughts to gage whether or not he was telling the truth.
    He blinked. Then, he blinked again. She
was physic. A powerful physic. His wolf, wanting to draw closer to her, happily
responded to the connection. No wonder she was able to turn him into a
blundering idiot. 
    Giving her a firm mental shove, not
caring that it would cause her an amount of discomfort, he closed his mind to
her. Wincing, she moved her hand away from him. She shook her head. He knew she
was shocked, though looking at her it wasn’t entirely apparent. She knew how to
keep her wits despite the fact his actions caused her head to hurt.
    “You do look familiar,” she prompted.
“They aren’t contacts. Your eyes are…I’ve never seen such lovely eyes.”
    He frowned. What the fuck was her
problem? He’d never felt so insulted in his entire life. His eyes weren’t
lovely. He had predator eyes. The dark, don’t mess with me, dangerous kind of
predator eyes. Sexy, he’d been told plenty of times that he had sexy eyes.
Never lovely.
    She was a nuisance of the worst kind.
She was making him lose his mind. She was a storm of hot temptation, a
firestorm of frustration and lust, looking for a man to devour. It wouldn’t be
him.
    His gums were really starting to ache
like a son of a bitch. Perhaps he should give her a good smile and show her the
teeth he’d love to sink in her flesh. Certainly, that would change her mind
about his lovely fucking eyes. “We’ve never met,” he said. He purposely made
his voice sound harsh, hoping it would be enough to send her on her way, and at
the same time hoping it wouldn’t.
    Once more he watched her gaze shift to
the side, as if she sensed something or someone watching them. When she looked
at him again, she frowned. “What’s your name?”
    “Eli.” His wolf was going bonkers. He’d
never been forced to fight so hard to keep his predator nature under control.
Her nervous reaction to whatever danger she sensed was prompting his wolf to
act.
    She held her hand out for him. “It was
nice to meet you, Eli.”
    She’d changed tactics. If he willingly
took her hand he would be inviting her to touch his mind. It would be a
challenge to boot her out again. He smiled. He liked her. She was his kind of
woman. “Naughty, reckless and sexy. It’s a great combination. I like it.”
Before she had a chance to retreat, he took her hand and opened his mind to
her. “A lot.” He allowed her to sample the wild lust he had for her burning in
him. He made sure she felt his wolf’s desire to claim, to take possession of
her body.
    Giving him a sense of satisfaction, her
eyes went wide as she stared up at him. She struggled to break their mental
connection, but he held fast.
    “What are you?” He’d finally caused her
voice to crack.
    “A badly behaved wolf with wicked
morals, questionable intentions and a ravenous appetite for