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if they did give him a little something, but Dane seemed fairly lucid.”
    Her breath tickled his neck—and that damn scent-match worked against his inhibitions. He wanted to take her, own her, bind her to him. In that, the Alpha inside him was relentless and vicious. This need to possess her was shredding his will. And his ability to think clearly. Though the stroke of her thumb against his collarbone wasn’t helping. Blinking, he focused. He was an alpha wolf—he could do this. He could resist her…with her soft body pressed against his back. Damn, nature hadn’t short-changed her in curves, even if it had in stature.
    Focus, Jordan.
    “What did he mean by scent-match ?”
    “Uhh, it was nothing.” A hideous understatement, considering how that instinctual bond was making his muscles bunch as he suppressed it—and he’d been going without sleep for almost a week up until last night.
    “No, I have a pretty good memory, and he said something like, ‘Oh, hell no, he didn’t just scent-match on my sister.’”
    “Your brother was shouting things so we’d stay away from each other.”
    “Huh.” She sat back. “So I guess I’ll have to go ask him. ‘Dane, so, Jordan and I slept together last night, and you kept mentioning a scent-match before…is that significant?’”
    Jordan shook his head. “My hell, woman, do you ever attack with anything less than a full arsenal? I’ve fought bears and walked away without a scratch, but you’ve left me a bloody mess on the carpet.” He hit the bed with a fist as he threw a peeved glance over his shoulder.
    “I tend to win arguments.”
    “I don’t know why I’m bothering. Maybe you’d like to shoot the gun on your brother’s behalf.”
    She tipped forward and rested her head on his shoulder while she wrapped her arms around his midsection. “I’m a pacifist.”
    It made him laugh and look over his shoulder again…which she took advantage of and captured his mouth with hers. He should have pulled away—gotten up and walked away. Instead he twisted and grabbed her, pulling her onto his lap. They kissed in long, wet, openmouthed kisses that increased his pulse to a velocity that sprinting through the woods in Lycan form had never accomplished.
    Mine.
    No.
    He twisted his fists in the back of her shirt to keep them in place. She was Dane’s kin. Not Jordan’s mate. He couldn’t allow this go beyond that point of no return.
    Even as his heart pounded, her soft moans as they kissed silenced the beast in him. The rage and vengeance quieted. The guilt slipped to a background noise. The need to prove his power was assuaged. Those soft sounds of pleasure were the music soothing the savage monster.
    He was at peace, and it didn’t feel as foreign as it should have considering how rarely this occurred.
    Finally, she pulled back and asked, with her mouth wet and red from kissing, “The scent-match?”
    “The scent-match is something Lycans—that’s what I am—experience when they meet their mate. Their mate’s scent becomes intoxicating, and they’re meant to be with that person. Usually, it’s a fellow Lycan.” He winced. “My last scent-match was with a fellow Lycan.”
    She’d been smiling up until that last bit, but there were reasons—good reasons—why they shouldn’t be together, and he wasn’t going to build up this fantasy for her and lead her on. He cared about her. It was more than the scent-match—he was already strangely devoted to this vixen of a girl.
    Vanessa had thrown herself in front of him the first time he’d tried to kill Dane. He’d throw himself under a bus for Christa, and it wasn’t just instinct—there was something there. She was tenacious and funny, and she was thin but in a waiflike way, not a starving supermodel sort of way. There was some good, honest, hot-as-hell attraction there—which he’d never be acting on.
    Well, not again, anyway.
    So he wasn’t about to let her believe in a fairy tale about a