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three hours.”
    He looked around for his clothes. Spotting them across the room right next to where Amelia stood made him hesitate. She cupped her superb breasts as he approached, flashing them in his face, trying to tempt him. He risked getting that close, reaching around her to pick up his shirt on the chair beside her hip. “Tempting. Very tempting.”
    Her lids lowered, and so did her voice, dropping to a whispered rasp. “Except for drawing blood, you were extraordinary tonight, Rourke. Hell, I think I came six times while you were pounding into me like it was your last fuck. My pussy’s dripping and my knees are weak just thinking about it.”
    Her hand reached out to cup his balls, but Rourke turned from her touch and forced his voice to sound light. “Your cunt milked my dick like it was a cow’s teat.”
    He slapped her ass good-naturedly, sending her into the bathroom on her own. After he heard her in the shower, he breathed a sigh of relief and pulled on his pants. Once he was home, he’d shower. Alone.
    Tonight, something had snapped. He’d totally lost control. Next time he was afraid he wouldn’t stop. Safe word or no. He had to get with Dane and research this. They needed answers for what was happening to him.
    This wasn’t the life he’d envisioned. Not what he wanted. Not the woman or the sex. Not like this.
    Getting away, maybe out of town for a while, might be wise, at least until he discovered what he was.

Chapter 2

    Fantasy Lodge –Lounge Cats

    Celeste Cameron hung back. She stood as tall as she could manage, shoulders back, head high. Unbalanced. This felt so weird.
    She’d lived in Colorado in the vicinity of Enchanted Mountain all of her twenty-nine years, but tonight seemed different. Fantasy Lodge was near the epicenter of the Lore, a magical place that eventually called to all Other beings at the time of their rising . She was no exception.
    She took a deep breath and closed her eyes to gather her nerve. Part fae, part succubus, the only part of her that had ever been much of a social creature was her wolf. She was gifted, able to shift into her wolf form from the time she was a teen. Everyone always said girls matured faster than boys, but she was even more advanced than most. Maybe it was part of her fae genes.
    Now, as the succubus part of her heritage approached maturity, she faced “social” on a whole separate level. Lounge Cats was the favorite hangout for Fantasy Lodge visitors, and this particular bar epitomized not only where she was but what she was. The club welcomed all shifters and humans alike.
    All the planes of existence met here where the Veil was thinnest and so explained the variety of creatures that inhabited the surrounding mountains and the foothills. As often as Celeste had visited this side of the mountain, this time promised to be different.
    Besides being a typical resort, Fantasy Lodge was an erotic, hedonistic getaway. Anything and everything sexual was acceptable. She’d never needed to come here before, but tonight, she’d be going out with her succubus rising for the first time. As the next full moon approached, her succubus fought her for control. Her goal tonight—test the water, interact with the men, see if she could maintain control over her nature.
    Her real challenge would be learning to control the succubus within her, especially around the alpha males who would sense the sexual predator straining to escape.
    A quick glance into the giant mirror just past the potted palms had her ready to run. Thank goodness, the hallway was empty. She turned her back and glanced over her shoulder at the unfamiliar image reflecting back at her in the ceiling-to-floor mirror. Her hair was a mess of uncontrolled platinum curls piled high on her head. Her legs seemed to travel up the length of her body with no end in sight. A hard tug on the short, black leather skirt accomplished nothing. The material barely covered her ass, and the five-inch stilettos made