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Gia
“Incoming heat missile.” The bartender stares past me.
I turn my head, and he clicks his tongue. “Don’t be that obvious.”
Right. I bite the inside of my cheek, then straighten to peek in the mirror above him.
I spot a group of men talking, two women conversing at the far end. Everything seems normal. Exactly why I’d chosen this watering hole at the edge of Red Square in Moscow.
One of the women points to the entrance of the bar.
I follow her gaze.
The figure of a man fills the doorway. He’s tall enough for his head to graze the top of the frame.
The hair on the nape of my neck rises.
Sunlight pours over him, and his features are in shadow. Yet there’s no mistaking the sense of danger that radiates from him.
The bartender lowers his voice. “Good luck.”
I grip the bottle of water, the skin over my knuckles stretching tight. “What do you mean?” I swig from the liquid, wishing it were something stronger. But I can’t afford that, not when I have to return to duty with the Bureau of Shifters within the hour.
“Alpha-hole headed your way.” He chuckles.
“Wait. What?” Every instinct in me snaps to attention.
He jerks his chin in the direction over my shoulder, then moves away.
Don’t look, not now. I hold my breath. Then heat slams into my back. It’s as if a furnace has been switched on behind me.
My mouth goes dry.
The scent of the first rain on parched earth teases my nostrils. My blood thumps.
I raise the bottle of water to my lips again, when arms cage me in on either side.
I peer out of the corner of my eye and see a corded forearm peppered with dark hair.
Muscles flex under the tanned skin and flow down to meet long, tapered fingers.
Hands that could trail over my skin, grasp my curves, squeeze my flesh, and massage, and… Heat flares in that secret place between my legs. I clench my thighs.
A flutter of lust licks my belly.
I lower my water bottle. My fingers tremble, and my palms go slick with sweat.
I swivel around on the barstool and stare at the widest pair of shoulders I have ever seen. The man is massive; his big body blocks out the sight of the rest of the bar.
He doesn’t move. Just stays, hunched over me. He’s all around me.
His perfectly sculpted pecs are accentuated by a plain white T-shirt that clings lovingly to every single muscle. Dog tags nestle between those hard planes, and his nipples are outlined against the fabric.
My mouth goes dry.
I want to lean in and lick the valley between those chiseled planes, then drag my tongue over his skin, across to that nipple and bite it.
I swallow and raise my eyes.
The tendons of his beautiful throat flex as I move my gaze up to his square jaw. There's a shadow of a dent in the center of his chin. My fingers twitch. I want to reach up and trace the furrow.
One side of his lips turns up in a smirk.
Bet he knew exactly what I was thinking just then.
A shiver runs down my spine and my nerve endings stretch with anticipation. He won't be gentle, this man. He'll take without regret, and... I want him to do just that. I want to nip on his pouty lower lip, then swipe my tongue over his cruel mouth… A mouth made for snarling, for sucking…for taking… Heat sweeps my skin.
I tilt my head back, and farther back, forcing my gaze to climb over that hooked nose to the furrow between those hooded eyebrows and… I gulp. Blue eyes blaze at me.
They are turquoise and sea blue with a hint of green, and there are amber flecks that ebb and flow in them. It’s as if there’s a fire that’s lit inside, one which is reflected in those irises. Yet his pupils are so dark. Empty. Cold. So cold. A shiver ripples down my spine and… whoa! Is it possible for one pair of eyes to have so many conflicting emotions?
This man could rip me apart and not care. He would own me, possess me, make me scream with pain, he’d bring me so much pleasure. Damn!
My thighs clench. My fingers tremble, and the bottle of water slips from my grasp.
I keep waiting for the crash of the bottle hitting the floor, except this gorgeous, otherworldly, heat-inducing, moisture-drawing, perfectly beautiful hunk of a guy swoops down and catches