...Damn, he smelled good. All sweaty male combined with something wild. Her nipples drew up into tight little points beneath what was left of the top of her uniform and heat pooled low in her belly.

Oh wow. She had to get a grip. He was about to tell her something she probably wasn’t going to like and her body was storming to life in a rage of lust like she’d never experienced before. And it was gaining more strength by the second.

“When I say that I turned you, I mean that I gave you my bite. That means eventually you will be like me. My kind.”

“Whoa!” The dude had been in wolf form the first time she’d seen him and then changed into the man sitting at her side before her very eyes. Did he mean that’s what would happen to her now? “What the hell do you mean? I know you’re some kind of shifter…”

His expression quickly became guarded.

“Does that bother you?”

“I’m not trying to insult you.” She meant it. “And if all of this saved my life, I don’t want to sound ungrateful. But you’re sitting here telling me that I’m going to become what you are. And you’re not the way you are now all the time. I remember that. So do you have any idea what’s going through my mind right now?”

His dark eyes locked with hers. “I might.”

“How? Did someone bite you?”

“No, I’ve always been what I am.”

“You’ve bitten other people then?”

“It’s done now.” Scar didn’t answer her question. “It can’t be undone. You’ll become one of us. I’ve claimed you as my own.”

Juices gathered between her thighs now as she stared at him. No male, human or otherwise, had ever talked to her like that and gotten away with it. While his words pissed her off because she didn’t belong to anyone, it strengthened the spark of excitement running through her mind and body like an electrical current. He said it with such authority. There was so much desire in his dark eyes…

The bulge beneath the scrap of cloth covering his loins was obvious, straining. His desire for her was a tangible thing, hanging between them in a way that made her want to kick his ass or straddle him. Her fingers itched to touch him, to snatch away that cloth and see what was beneath it.

“You have no problem with the fact that I’ve claimed you?” Amusement had crept into his expression as he cocked a brow at her.

“You can say what you want to, but that doesn’t make it so. I don’t belong to anyone.”

“Your eyes tell a different story.” His gaze lowered to her mouth and lingered for a long moment. “I think you want to be mine.”

Camilla just bet he was reading lust in her face. Her body was quickly becoming a hot, trembling bundle of want. That was something, because she couldn’t remember the last time she’d had good sex and she’d never been this damned excited. She was trying hard not to stare at his crotch and failing. The walls of her pussy were clenching hard in need.

What the hell is wrong with me?

“Desire and ownership are two different things,” she pointed out.

“No, they’re not.”

That got her attention. Camilla glanced up into his face now and the intensity she read there took her breath away.

“Whatever you most want, whatever you need, in time becomes your master.” His deep voice brushed over her with a heat far different than the atmosphere around them.

Sweat broke out on her forehead as she stared at him.

“I’ve wanted a lot of things in my life.” Camilla tried to sound confident and in control, but somehow she didn’t quite hit that note. “Some of them I got, some I didn’t. None of them ever mastered me. No man has either.”

“Nothing has mastered you?” Scar whispered, leaning forward until his lips were nearly touching hers. “I don’t believe that. Everything about you tells me that you desire power, control. You’re the leader of your group, aren’t you? You’re a warrior. Doesn’t that need to be strong and to lead govern your actions?”

Damn him, he had a point. In her mind, she wasn’t consumed by her ambitions of going as far as she could. But, yeah, she wanted it. And those ambitions had heavily played into the decisions she’d made in her life. It was a big part of the reason she had no one special in her life despite her loneliness and that she had no friends or acquaintances outside the service.

Scar’s lips brushed against hers, feather light. A gut punch of carnal sensation raced through her body at that simple touch.

“And if that need for power can dominate you, then so can your need for me.”

“I don’t need you,” Camilla tried, sounding pathetic.

“It’s all right,” Scar whispered. “The beast is in your blood now. It’s causing you to need me. I’m going to make you crave me.”