Tangled Moon
…His brow pinched, and he got that look on his face, like she was ripping his guts out. His hand smoothed over her hair, and then his fingers wove through the strands, and he tipped her face back.
“Lothar,” she pleaded. “I’m on a hair trigger.”
“So am I,” he breathed, his nose skimming her throat. That fire flamed up, and then raged within her. She knew now. He was the only one that could put it out.
But he couldn’t, not without going insane.
“M-maybe Territorial Aggression isn’t as bad as they say it is.”
“Trust me, it’s that bad,” he said, lifting her head. He kissed her before she could say anything, that perfect warm mouth, nudging her jaw open to him as if he’d decided that if he couldn’t claim the rest of her, then this would have to suffice. Groaning, Danielle wound her arms around him. His hand smoothed under her sweater, up her back. Heaven help her if he—yes, there went the hooks on her bra.
She wasn’t going to make it…
Darcy Branwyn 
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