Ugly brown contacts hid Mira’s breathtaking yellow feline eyes. They didn’t dim the lust simmering in her eyes. She held his gaze for a long moment before focusing on his lips. She licked hers.
Her voice with its rich, lulling European accent had the same effect on him it always did. Every inch of his body ached.
He moved closer. Her breath escaped in a shaky rush. “Don’t play dumb. Why didn’t you tell me they’re going to force you to take a mate?”
She surprised him by laying her cheek against his chest, right over his heart. “Lena told you?”
He rested his chin on the top of her dyed-brown hair, another camouflaging technique she used. Without the fake dye job, her beautiful locks were a patchwork of shades—red, blonde, chestnut, and black. Beautiful and downright mesmerizing, exactly like the woman.
“I should’ve heard it from you.”
“Don’t make this difficult. Haven’t we suffered enough?”
That was the understatement of the century. Heated glances and brushes of fingertips had been all they could get away with. The shifters watched Mira too closely for more. They didn’t want her involved with him. Stern lectures delivered to her and fists to his face had kept them apart. For their own good, of course.
He slid his palm around her lower back and tugged her closer so she pressed along the length of his body. Her fresh, spring-rain scent enveloped him. “Yeah, we have, and it’s about time we stop ignoring this.”
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