He leaned a fraction closer. “My lovers have always been warrior women. Strength intrigues me.” She refused to let him play with her like this, even if her body disagreed. Vehemently. “Do knives intrigue you, too? Because touch me and I will cut you up. I don’t care if you throw me off the nearest balcony.

Are you calling me your gift?" "Yes." She smiled. "How do you feel about that?" "Like it's my turn to be unwrapped." He nibbled at her mouth. "Do it slow.

"We die," she said, "we die together. That's the deal."

She was more than willing to let him walk off his temper. And the man had one, even if he wasn't willing to admit it.

You’d make an enemy out of me over a human?” The word “human” might as well have been “rodent.

You,” she murmured, using both hands to undo his belt, “are the sexiest man I have ever met.” He made her think bad thoughts simply by breathing.

These predators loved with wild fury, but they were also darkly possessive, crossing the boundary into what humans might term obsession.