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“You shouldn’t have come out here.” He growled as he took her

face between his hands. He shifted them slightly until they tangled in

her long hair. He looked righteously masculine, and Meg felt her heart

speed up.

It took her a moment to form the words. “I had to come.”

He was so close. His neck and shoulder were injured, the wounds

seeping blood. She should be disgusted by him, but she knew she was

seeing a piece of him that was important. He was a warrior, and not

the kind who dropped a bomb from above or pushed a button from

miles away. He fought in close quarters. His life was always on the

line. He was a knight, and she suddenly felt like his lady. He had been

intent on destruction, but she had stayed his hand. It was a heady

feeling.

His mouth latched on to hers. The world fell away. Somewhere in

the back of her mind, she knew that others watched them. She could

even hear the announcer call the battle in favor of Beck. The crowd

cheered, and then she heard something about a public display of

sexual compatibility, but his tongue was sweeping inside her mouth.

He held her head where he wanted it, and she was deliciously

powerless against his assault. Meg felt her skin tingle everywhere it

met his. He hauled her tightly against his frame. She could feel his

desire. His erection pressed long and thick against her belly. His body

moved against hers, and Meg found herself rubbing helplessly against

him.

Meg opened her mind to the experience. It seemed like the right

thing to do. Even as his body prodded hers, she felt his mind playing

at the edges of her consciousness. It was almost as if there were gates

to her mind, and like the marauder he was, Beck wanted in. Meg let

them fall away and was suddenly overwhelmed.


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