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back toward the bed and leaned down to kiss him lightly on the cheek.
    Wren couldn’t breathe as desire roared through him. It was all he could do to not pull her into his bed.…
    Before he could think better of it, he caught her head as she started to pull away and pulled her lips to his. He growled at the sweet taste of her. At the softness of her lips under his. It was the first time in his life he’d ever tasted a woman, but even so he couldn’t imagine any woman tasting better than this one. She was incredible.
    Maggie’s lips were soft and decadent. They awoke a fierce hunger inside him that craved nothing but her. It was a hunger that both scared and thrilled him in a way he would never have thought possible.
    He shouldn’t feel this. Not for a human. Not for anyone.
    God save them both from his ragged emotions.
    Marguerite moaned as she tasted the feral wickedness of Wren’s mouth. His tongue swept against hers, making her shiver. He smelled of patchouli and antibiotic cream.
    More than that, he smelled of raw, earthy male. Of wicked midnight delights that she wanted to spend the entire day sampling.
    He pulled away with a deep snarl. “Go, Maggie. Before it’s too late.”
    His words confused her completely. “Too late for what?”
    â€œAimee,” he said between clenched teeth as he refused to look at Marguerite.
    Aimee pulled her back. “C’mon, Maggie. He really should rest.”
    Wren watched as the women left. His heart ached at the loss. Even now Maggie’s scent clung to him. It filled his nostrils, making the beast inside him roar with possessiveness. It wanted her in a way that was hard to deny.
    He placed the heel of his hand against his groin, which was rock hard and throbbing. He’d never wanted anything more than he did right now to have a night alone with her.
    But it was impossible and he knew it.
    She was human and he was an animal … in more ways than one. There was no way he could trust himself with a woman. No way he could trust himself with anyone. He could turn vicious in a single instant. It was the curse of his people and his breed.
    Even his own mother had turned on his father.…
    Sighing, Wren looked at the gray sweatshirt Maggie had brought to him. He felt a smile curl his lips, and that was the most amazing thing of all. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d smiled. Hell, he wasn’t even sure if he’d ever smiled before in his life.
    A foreign feeling entered his chest. He didn’t know what it signified. He held the tissue paper to his face. It held the faintest trace of Maggie’s sweet, feminine scent. He crushed it in his fist as a brutal wave of desire consumed him.
    Moving the paper aside, he held her gift in his fist as he lay back down.
    Someone knocked on his door.
    His breath caught as he hoped it was Maggie again, but it wasn’t. Aimee entered the room.
    â€œYou okay, cub?”
    He nodded. Aimee was the only person he allowed to call him cub. She didn’t use it as an insult but more as a friendly pet name. Of all the people and animals in Sanctuary, Aimee was the only one who had ever made him feel halfway welcome. But she, like the others, feared him. She was afraid even now, though she was trying to hide it.
    She crossed the room. As she reached for the bag and paper, he hissed and growled at her. She straightened up instantly. “I thought you’d want it thrown away.”
    â€œNo.”
    She held her hands up in surrender. “Just so you know, I sent her home.”
    It’s where Maggie belonged, but the thought lacerated his heart with pain. He didn’t want her home. He wanted …
    He wanted her here with him.
    How stupid was that?
    â€œWhy didn’t you give her her backpack?” Aimee asked in an innocent tone.
    He glanced to the corner where Maggie’s black Prada backpack was resting. Maggie had left it in the bar, under the