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current problem, he wondered at its stubborn insistence. He normally had complete control over his body, but ever since he’d scented her it was as though his libido had gone bonkers.
    I sleep naked.
    Right this minute, Kira was probably sprawled in crisp sheets, sleeping like a fair angel, long dusky lashes curled against porcelain cheeks. Toned limbs tangled with white cotton, sleek back dipping to the curve of a small, tight rear.
    “Shit.”
    Groaning in frustration, he found a soft, spongy spot a few feet from the stream’s edge and lowered himself to the ground. On his back, he cupped his balls, already high and tight. This wasn’t going to take long.
    Grasping his cock, he swiped a thumb over the head, smearing the oozing precum around. Conjuring a delicious fantasy, he imagined Kira half on her stomach, peaceful in sleep. He’d move the sheet aside, exposing her gorgeous little ass—and he had no doubt she’d be beautiful all over—and spread her legs. He’d nuzzle her sex, lick and probe, waking her slowly. Half-awake, she’d moan and beg for more.
    He’d give her what she asked for, making her writhe as his tongue explored the dewy folds, teased and sampled the tiny clit. Nearly driven out of her mind, she’d get on her hands and knees, begging to be taken. And he’d gladly oblige, putting the head of his cock to her entrance and pushing home. He’d slide deep, show her the pleasures of being mounted and taken by something more than human. Something primal.
    “God, yes.”
    Fisting his rod, he stroked, gripping hard for that extra bit of rough. He’d do her just like that, sliding deep, faster and faster until he was pounding hard. Her cries would blister his ears, bring his beast forth with wild joy. When he could hold back no more, he would drape himself over her, thrust one final time, pump his seed into her womb . . .
    And sink his canines deep into her throat. Claim her.
    Mine! My mate.
    “Ahh, fuuuck!”
    He shot hard, cum painting his belly and chest in creamy ropes. Again and again he spurted until his hand and torso were slick and he lay spent, out of breath. God, that was so good, fantasy or not. The real deal would likely kill him.
    Gradually his scattered brain began to collect itself and a chill settled over him that had nothing to do with his nakedness and the cool night air. What had he called her?
    My mate.
    No. Uh-uh. No goddamned way was that ever going to happen. He liked his life the way it had been for the last several years—footloose and able to scratch his itch with a willing female whenever the need became too great to ignore. Alexa might not appeal anymore, and Vegas was a long commute anyway, but there was always Jacee, the sexy bartender at the Cross-eyed Grizzly. The cozy hangout was only a thirty-minute drive into Cody, the town nearest the Institute. Jacee didn’t mind being his occasional booty call.
    Only because she’s as lonely as you are, his conscience nagged. She deserves better.
    Didn’t matter. Guys like him had to settle for what they could get out of life, and for Jaxon, that meant being content with his brothers. Losing himself in a pair of arms once in a while. Fighting the supernatural predators he’d never dreamed existed before they’d been turned.
    Surviving one more day.
    His life could never include a Bondmate. He wouldn’t open himself to that awful rejection and hurt again, not to mention endangering his brothers’ lives a second time. Never.
    Shaking off those grim thoughts, he rose and washed himself off in the chilly stream. Then shifted and ran.
    From here to the equator wouldn’t be far enough.
     
    Kira rolled over, stretched, and opened her eyes, squinting against the bright sunlight filtering through the blinds. The dull throb at her temples attested to how little sleep she’d gotten. A strange place, surrounded by strange people who were like beings from the Syfy channel, wasn’t conducive to peaceful slumber.
    Added to that was