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attracted to her. No
    doubt he’d be forced to watch Morgan perform on Baylor while he watched.
    It had happened before. “Who wouldn’t?” he asked.
    Balor laughed. “Well, you’ve actually given me some important information
    this time, so maybe you have earned a reward.” He gestured to Morgan.
    “Service him while I watch.”
    Caldwell started. Was she—?
    Without a word, Morgan turned and gave him a seductive smile, swaying her
    hips provocatively as she approached him. She brushed her bare mound
    against his face, allowing him a delicious whiff of her woman scent before
    she knelt to unzip his pants. His cock nearly jumped out and she smiled, her
    soft hands manipulating his balls, kneading them and causing him to stiffen
    even more. She pumped his shaft expertly, increasing and decreasing the
    pressure while her tongue flicked over his head, teasing him with whisper
    strokes, then lapping his ring with the tip of her tongue.
    Caldwell felt like an untried schoolboy, about to burst without restraint. He
    began to moan. Morgan glanced up at him through her lashes and leaned in
    closer, taking him fully. He shut his eyes and leaned back. The sensation
    was nearly unbearable as the hot wetness of her mouth closed over him and
    her velvet tongue swirled around his granite erection, alternating with the
    suction of her sucking him hard. He didn’t think he could hold out much
    longer, but he never wanted this to end.
    And then there was a subtle shift. His lashes fluttered and then his eyes
    popped open. Lucien crouched behind Morgan, pumping into her in a frenzy.
    Morgan gripped Alan’s thighs as Lucien’s rough thrusts pushed her face
    against Caldwell, ramming his rod further down her throat. She mewled and
    sucked harder, urging his release.
    His breathing shallowed and the world dimmed, showering the darkness that
    circled him with red sparks, only they looked like they were coming from
    Lucien’s eyes—with a groan, he came, a strange power jolting through him
    before he lost complete control of his mind.

    ****
“This is it,” Chloe said the next afternoon when they pulled into the driveway
    of the vet clinic where Sophie Cameron had worked. The hem of the gauzy
    skirt she wore caught on the shift, hiking it up to mid-thigh. “Darn it,” she
    said and yanked it off, but not before she noticed Gavin had riveted his
    attention on the incident and then looked quickly away. Was he, just maybe,
    a little bit interested? Gavin was hard to read. Was he naturally aloof or was
    it just that very proper British breeding? He was so serious—did he have a
    sense of humor at all? She sighed and then squealed. “Ohmygod! Look!” She
    pointed to the grass. “Scorch marks!”
    She followed Gavin as he moved closer to inspect them and then bumped
    into him, her breast pressing against a steel-like bicep when he stopped
    suddenly. He jerked away so suddenly she almost fell forward, but he caught
    her elbow.
    “You need to be careful,” he said and released her.
    Her arm tingled from his touch, a sure sign that pheromones hung in the air,
    but he seemed oblivious. Chloe sighed. She was going to have to do some
    heavy research on English upbringing.
    Gavin knelt, his long fingers brushing the burnt grass and closed his eyes,
    inhaling deeply, almost like an animal taking in a scent. Before she could
    comment, he stood. “These would be the dragon’s marks that the news
    talked about?”
    “I guess so.” Chloe peered closer. “They don’t look like what was left on the
    street where poor Jake died.”
    “Jake was not killed on the street,” Gavin said tersely. “He was left there.”
    She felt her eyes round. “But why would someone leave Jake out in public
    view?”
    “A person probably would not. Dragons, on the other hand, are proud of
    their kills, rather like a cat bringing home a dead rat.”
    Chloe choked up. “Jake was not a rat!”
    Gavin’s voice softened. “I am sorry. I did not mean to