The Breed Next Door by Lora Leigh Page B

could have known. And Lyra. Always Lyra. The center of his life.
    "Oh God. Tell me that barb thing does not go away with the heat," she gasped when they found the sanity to breathe. "I wouldn't be pleased."
    "I guess you'd have to hurt me?" He chuckled weakly as he rolled to his side, pulling her against his chest as he sighed in contentment.
    "I'd have to hurt you bad." She sighed.
    "But you'd still love me." She'd better.
    "I'll always love you." She nipped at his chest before leaning her head back to smile up at him mistily. "Always, Tarek. You might not be the boy next door, but the Breed next door works much better."
    Their laughter was soft, content. His soul was fulfilled.
    He wasn't completely human. But neither was he an animal.
    He was a Breed, a Breed who had found his mate, and his life.