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want you.”
    “Talon,” she breathed, unable to disguise the edge of yearning that thickened her voice.
    His fingers tightened in her hair. Possessive. Demanding.
    “Say it again.” It was an order, not a request.
    “Talon.”
    Isi was lost in the unyielding heat of his eyes, feeling as if she were slowly melting beneath the potent heat of his desire.
    What the hell was wrong with her?
    She better than anyone understood the need to protect herself from the monsters that filled her world. The pervs, the pimps and the users who were constant threats to young girls on their own.
    So why now, when she was trapped in the Wildlands and surrounded by her enemies, was she so eager to make herself utterly vulnerable? She should be kicking some serious feline butt, not battling the urge to sink her hands in that thick, golden hair and kiss him senseless.
    Of course, maybe she was looking at this from the wrong angle, she told herself as he dipped his head so he could use the very tip of his tongue to tease at her nipple.
    Christ. Why not accept that she wanted this man, for whatever reason, and use him, just as he was no doubt using her?
    If he intended to hold her prisoner, she might as well get a mind-blowing orgasm out of the deal, shouldn’t she?
    Not giving herself time to consider the numerous faults in her clouded logic, Isi reached down to yank her top off the rest of the way, before grabbing his T-shirt and performing the same service.
    She trembled at the sight of his smooth, bronzed skin that was stretched tautly over the hard, chiseled muscles. His chest was broad and tapered to a flat stomach with a six-pack her fingers lingered to explore. He was sleek and well-toned without unnecessary bulk. And his hands…lord, they were magic as they cupped her breasts with a possessive touch that sent streaks of heat directly to all her most intimate places.
    He was hard, male perfection top to bottom, and every place in between.
    The bastard.
    “This means nothing,” she muttered.
    “Tell yourself whatever you want, darling.” A slow, wicked smile curved his lips. “But don’t doubt for a second that I intend to give you a night you’re never going to forget.”
    “Arrogant.”
    He nipped the tip of her nipple, making Isi’s heart stutter in shock. How could the tiny pain send jolts of ecstasy through her?
    “Confident in my ability to please you.”
    “You’re so full of shit…” Her taunting words were completely ruined as his lips closed around the nipple, sucking her with an expertise that had her trembling with need. “Oh.”
    “Oh, indeed,” he growled, moving his lips to her collarbone. “I fucking want to taste you all over.”
    His enticing musk invaded her senses, embedding itself so deep inside her that she feared it would remain a permanent part of her.
    “What are you doing to me?” she muttered, her hands running a restless path down his chest.
    His soft laugh brushed over her cheek as he reached down to grasp the button on her jeans, helping her wriggle out of them before tossing them across the room.
    “Nothing you aren’t doing to me,” he muttered, arching back to run a searing gaze over her body now covered in nothing more than a red thong.
    Isi shivered, the gold and jade gaze a near tangible force as it moved from the tattoo that ran the length of her neck to linger on her breasts that felt oddly heavy.
    “Why does your musk make me feel better?”
    His hands glided down to grip her hips, his lips tracing the curve of her breast.
    “Actually, I don’t have a clue.”
    “Can you use it as a—”
    His hands gripped her hips, abruptly lifting her up so he could tug her to face him, settling her back down so she straddled his lap. A groan was wrenched from her throat as the hard line of his cock hit her tender clitoris, nearly making her come.
    “A what?”
    She struggled to think as he returned his attention to her aching breasts. “An aphrodisiac?”
    “It can be.” He tilted