Alphas on the Prowl
analytical with my words, Kensi. I’m not a wordsmith.”
    “Then how do you communicate?”
    He moved so fast she missed how he got in front of her, his eyes intense on hers. “With actions. I communicate with actions.”
    Kensi rolled her eyes. “Look, if you want my sister, I want to talk to the Tribunal. It’s a simple trade off.”
    “A simple request that is impossible to fill.”
    “I’ve learned using absolute statements like impossible or never means you’ll inevitably have to apologize for lying.” She crossed her arms over her chest in an effort to create a wall between them. She didn’t appreciate how close he was getting to her or the way he made her heat with need for his attention, his touch. The way her body was reacting to the man that wanted to capture her sister was inappropriate.
    It also made her nervous not knowing what it was Mariah was supposed to be guilty of. None of this was good. Mariah was not one to follow rules, but she was also not one to break the ones with major consequences. Even the predators had safeguards in place to ensure they didn’t hurt a human. To do so could risk exposure for all of them. It was an offense punishable by death.
    He tossed her a pair of oversized sweat pants and a t-shirt that she could get lost in. “I think you should get dressed now.”
    “Why?”
    “Because if you don’t, I won’t be responsible for what happens next.” His eyes grew dark, dangerous.
    A shiver slithered down her spine. She stood quickly, so fast she almost slammed her head into his chin. He stepped back a moment before they would’ve hit, but stayed inches from her. She felt the heat rise in her cheeks. “How dare you threaten--”
    He possessed her mouth with his own. It wasn’t a tender kiss, full of urgency and need. Forcing his tongue across the threshold of her lips, he deepened the intensity. His hand moved down the towel and wrapped around her waist moments before he pulled her hard against him. The impact of the connection caused her to gasp as her knees went weak and passion flooded her body.
    He growled, broke the kiss, and pushed her back to arm’s length before he walked across the room. “I’d suggest you get dressed.” He didn’t face her, kept his back toward her as he peeked out the drawn, burnt-orange curtains of the hotel room.
    Kensi didn’t say another word as she grabbed her clothes and rushed into the bathroom. She didn’t even breathe until the door was shut firmly behind her. It was then that she allowed her mind to travel down the path to truth. She leaned against the door, her back sliding down the cold, moist surface as her legs crumbled beneath her and she landed on the frigid tiled floor. “I’m in trouble,” she whispered to the thin air. 
     

 
    Chapter Five
     
    After the kiss, Trey kept his distance. An easy task because she didn’t speak a word to him for the rest of the night. She came out of the bathroom wearing his clothes which drove his beast insane with the need to possess her. He thought putting her in large sweats would hide her sexy body and keep his focus off how much he’d love to inspect all those tantalizing curves. Unfortunately, knowing the clothes she wore that were coated in his scent were rubbing against her skin in all the areas he’d like to be touching, licking, kissing was driving him over the edge. By the time Connor and Lee showed up he decided he was thankful his brother was being overprotective because any more torture and he was going to explode. He didn’t even think twice about pulling Connor outside, leaving Lee to watch over Kensi.
    “What is wrong with you, little brother?” Connor gave him a look of confusion as he was rushed out the door. Trey didn’t speak right away. “I hope my wife is going to be okay with your prisoner.”
    “She will.” Trey ran a hand through his dark hair. “Kensi is practically human in this realm. Her powers are almost completely in the dream world.”
    “She

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