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with her struggling and he forced his gaze to stay on her face, not on those delectable tits. Emotion flashed across her face. He’d seen it before. In his own reflection. Guilt.
    Battling back his lust, he ground his teeth. Now more than ever, he needed to put a stamp on her and find out what she hid.
    “Come on.” He let go of one of her hands and tugged her. Leading her to a large pine and around it, he captured her wrist again and drew her arms above her head. Before she could made sense of what he did, he pinned her to the tree.
    “Are you sure this is a good idea?” Her question spoke of more than her unease about her powers hurting him. She questioned what she was doing here. As did he. But he had nothing to hide.
    But she ached for direction. She needed it. It bled from her pores, the way she sought reassurance.
    “You wanted to know about CTF. This is how I’m going to tell you.” He ran his protected hand down her chest. She shuddered and a long groan escaped her lips. Hefting one rounded globe he squeezed and kneaded. Not able to feel her softness, he missed the slide of flesh across his palm but her heat soaked through the fabric.
    Her lips parted on her panting and her eyes closed.
    His cock was so hard, it pressed against his jeans and practically begged to be released. But he held onto that lust and directed his thoughts at seduction instead of taking.
    “Our syphon is careful. She only helps with criminals who will not reform. We had a mage who could bend light. Kept breaking into houses and stealing. She disabled him for a few weeks and he got caught. Spent some time in jail and learned his lesson.”
    Slowly, he traced between her ribs as she squirmed and thrust her chest forward. Her tightened nipples taunted and teased him.
    “You’re torturing me. What are we doing, Griff?”
    “We’re torturing you.” His chuckle went dark and his grip on her wrists tightened as he slipped two gloved fingers into her waistband. Her hips bucked. “Shh. Stay still, sugar.”
    “I can’t.” Her pleading soothed a primitive part of him dormant until now. An unreasoning anger crowded into the lust. He was flat-out pissed at her for making him want her so much.
    “If you move, we’re done talking. You wanted to hear about CTF, didn’t you?”
    “I do.” Her eyes squeezed closed in a look of concentration and her arms shook as she leaned against the tree. “Tell me.”
    Tearing his gaze from her trembling lips he stared at his covered fingers disappearing into her pants. So near her pussy but so far away. Tropical heat radiated between their bodies. But he couldn’t feel her. Fumbling, he tried to unbutton the closure, talking as he maneuvered the humid air to tease over her nipples. She whimpered but didn’t budge an inch from the tree.
    “You’re from one of the families. You know. When one of our kind gets into trouble, we’re called in. Asked to help the offender. Get to the bottom of things. We’ve had to detain real troublemakers. When a rogue kills, what can we do but take his power? Non-talents couldn’t contain a psychic who mentally rapes women while he forces them to do unimaginable things.”
    His passion died back as he spoke. That case had been a bitch. The respite from the consuming lust helped him focus on the damn button he couldn’t open. Astrid trembled, her eyes glazed. He wasn’t even sure she’d heard what he’d said.
    With a hard tug, he ripped open the button. It broke off and tumbled to the ground. He shoved her pants down and sucked in a humid breath. And then couldn’t fill his lungs again. She was gorgeous. Long legs. Perfect skin. Narrow waist but soft, with a small, rounded belly. Below her hips, ample enough for him to clutch, light trimmed hair covered her mound.
    “Thank the storm, you look like a woman.”
    “Please, Griff.”
    With a frustrated huff, he hesitated. He needed both hands. Without a sense of touch, he couldn’t find her clit and drive her over