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The intensity in his gaze made my breath catch. He was so close now, his presence enveloping me. When his eyes dropped to my lips, my eyes shot to his. My heart leaped in my chest.

"Dean." His name escaped my lips like a secret, breathless and full of longing.

He closed the distance between us, his hand cupping my cheek, thumb brushing my lower lip. "Nina, I've wanted this for so long." He groaned softly, a sound that sent shivers down my spine. His touch sent a surge of anticipation through me, and I felt my body respond on instinct, growing warm and pliant under his hands.

"Then take it," I whispered, my voice so husky it was barely recognizable. I reached up, tangling my fingers in his hair, pulling him closer. His eyes darkened and his pupils dilated with desire.

He leaned in, his lips claiming mine with a ferocity that made my knees weak. His kiss was hungry, demanding, as if he wanted to devour me. I clutched his shoulders, my body arching into his, feeling the hard planes of his chest against my soft curves. Heat pooled between my legs, leaving my body aching with need.

"You taste so sweet," he murmured against my lips. He slid down to grip my waist. The feeling of his strong hands on my body sent waves of pleasure coursing through me. I could feel the edge of the counter pressing into my back, supporting me as I lost myself in his touch.

His mouth moved to my neck, and his teeth grazed my sensitive skin, biting gently, not enough to break skin, just enough to mark me as his. I gasped. Each nip, each kiss sent liquid heat straight to my core. I could feel the dampness between my thighs, my body ready and wanting. His masculine scent filled my senses, a heady mix of sandalwood and musk that made me dizzy with desire.

"Dean, please." I wasn't sure what I was asking for, only that I needed more. My fingers dug into his shoulders, my breath coming in quick, shallow gasps.

He looked at me, his eyes filled with raw hunger. "Tell me what you want, Nina." His hand slid down, cupping my ass, pulling me hard against him. I could feel his arousal, the length of him pressing against my stomach. A moan escaped me, my body throbbing with anticipation.

"I want you," I managed to say, my voice a deep whisper. "I want all of you."

He claimed my mouth again, his tongue delving deep, mimicking the act my body craved. His hands roamed mybody, possessive and eager, leaving trails of fire in their wake. I wrapped one leg around his hip, opening myself up to him, feeling the friction of his thigh against my heated center. Desire pulsed through me, my body so aroused that each touch, each kiss sent me spiraling higher.

When we finally broke apart, we were both breathless, our chests heaving with exertion. His eyes were wild, his lips swollen from our kisses. I could feel my own lips, tender and tingling, my body humming with desire.

"Nina," he whispered, my name a prayer and a warning. A muscle jumped in his jaw, his hands trembling as he tried to regain control. "You don't understand what you're getting into."

"Then help me understand," I interrupted, my voice steady despite the storm of sensations raging through me. "I'm already involved, Dean. You can't protect me by pushing me away."

His forehead rested against mine, his breath warm against my lips. "We shouldn't," he whispered, even as his thumb traced my lower lip.

"Why not?" My voice was a soft challenge.

"Because once I start, I won't be able to stop," he admitted, his voice raw and honest. The promise in his words sent another wave of heat through me. My body was ready and willing to surrender to whatever he demanded of me.

I knew he was right. It would change everything. But as I looked into his eyes, I caught a glimpse of something wild and beautiful beneath his careful control. I realized I didn't want to stop. Whatever chaos was coming, whatever dangers lurked in the shadows, I wanted to face them with him.

Chapter 10

DEAN

I watched her from the kitchen, my fingers drumming an anxious rhythm on the polished counter. How had this happened? Three months ago, my sanctuary had been a fortress of solitude, exactly how I wanted it. Now? Now it felt empty without her laughter echoing off the walls, without her gentle presence filling the spaces I hadn't even realized were vacant. My wolf whined whenever she left, counting the minutes until her return. We'd both grown addicted to her, and that terrified me more than any threat my family could devise.

The light caught the soft highlights in Nina's hair as she sat cross-legged on my Italian leather couch, transforming her mousy brown locks into a warm honey color. The spicy aroma of pad thai and green curry still lingered in the air, mixing with her intoxicating natural scent. The remains of our takeout dinner littered the coffee table, forgotten as I watched her laugh at something Jenkins had said. Her presence in my space made my wolf restless, eager to claim what we both knew was ours.

"Jenkins, dim the lights thirty percent," I said, settling beside her. The AI complied, and soft jazz began playing through the speakers.

"Trying to set a mood, Mr. Nightfang?" Jenkins quipped. "Might I suggest some romantic—"

I groaned. "Mute audio interface."

Nina's laugh was musical. "Poor Jenkins. He's just trying to help."

"You're defending my AI now?" I raised an eyebrow at her. "Should I be jealous?"

"Well, he does clean up after himself," she teased. Her eyes sparkled at me. "And he never leaves coffee mugs in weird places."

"That was one time."

"I found three mugs in your server room yesterday."

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