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over his body. He knew what he looked like. Danger and sin wrapped up in a big, brooding package. But he also knew Sage had always seen the other side of him, the side that grew hot with longing and would die to protect her.
    Raking his fingers through his wet hair, he gathered it and pulled it into a ponytail, reminding himself he needed to cut it. There hadn’t been a lot of time for anything other than trying to track down Nik in the last few months, but now that Sage was here, he found himself wanting to look appealing for her, less like an enemy, which was clearly how she saw him. After he shaved the stubble from his cheeks, he wrapped a towel around his waist and emerged from the bathroom, a cloud of steam behind him rising off his skin.
    She looked up at him as soon as he stepped into the room, and his heart stopped. Faded blue jeans replaced her business skirt and a white tank top took the place of her button up shirt. She was sitting with her feet dangling off his bed, her lips parted, her chest rising and falling. Her hand immediately went to her throat and he could smell her arousal, could sense it from across the room. Whatever she thought about him, at this moment, she wanted him, and there was no way she could deny it.
    Wordlessly, he stalked over to her, aware of the way his cock hardened beneath the towel, pretty sure she could see the evidence of what she was doing to him. When he stood over her, his legs spread, arms across his chest, she looked up at him, and he knew he could take her here and now. Could, but wouldn’t. Not yet. Not until he had driven her beyond crazy with longing for him, not until she felt just a portion of what he’d felt all those years she had been gone.
    “Feel better?” When the words came out, he didn’t miss the raspy tone of her voice, the way it was thick and needy, filled with the same kind of longing coursing through him.
    “No. Just clean.” It only took one more step and he was standing between her legs, pushing her thighs apart to make room for his body.
    “Kenyon…”
    “Shh. No words. I just want you to feel.”
    She sucked in her breath when he reached out and pulled her flush against him, her core connecting with the towel, connecting with what was under the towel, sending a growl through his body which ended up vibrating from his lips. His hands still on her hips, he leaned forward and pressed his forehead to hers, his eyes holding hers the entire way. Her tongue darted out across her bottom lip, and it took every bit of strength he had not to nip it with his teeth, show her the alpha beast living inside of him. But he didn’t. Instead, he let the rumbling in his throat do the talking for him, the purring sound filling the room, surrounding them both.
    When he felt her shiver beneath him, he knew he had her, knew she was his. She could talk about freedom and family tradition and wanting to let go all she wanted, but he knew she was his and she would never be able to walk away from what they had.
    “Get off me.” Her hands were on his chest, pushing against him, but the movement wasn’t very spirited. She couldn’t have swatted a fly away with that gentle touch, but it was enough to cause his cock to jerk in reaction.
    “Not until you admit you’ve missed me.” He nuzzled against her ear with his lips, resisting the urge to take the lobe between his teeth and bite her, demand her submission. It was part of their mating ritual, of what they’d always done, how they’d always been. She remembered. The way her body was calling out to him, her scent permeating his brain, he knew she remembered and wanted him as badly as he wanted her.
    “If I admit it, will you go away?” Her nails grazed against his shoulder, her actions in opposition to everything she was saying. A low moan escaped her throat, followed by a gasp, as if she had stopped herself—or tried to stop herself—from reacting to him.
    “You’ll never get rid of me. Even if you live to be a