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Kendrick watched from the shadows, a silent witness to the kiss. A passenger in the crazy jealous train careening through his body. He envied Joel the first taste of those lips. Wished he could have been the one to come to Ruth's rescue, to have the right to claim such a glorious prize. A prize he didn't want. A woman he should walk away from. A woman whose only flaw lay in her humanity. Should he or shouldn't he? Give into the burning of his body, or keep torturing himself? Fight with his best friend over a woman? Because he didn't doubt from the way Joel hugged Ruth tight, devoured her with the hunger of a man denied too long, he'd chosen his path. But did the road to Ruth's heart have room for one or two? If she could handle a pair, did Kendrick have it in him to share? A week ago, he would have said hell no. Even just yesterday, he would have punched someone for suggesting it. But that was before he finally understood what it meant to meet his mate. To meet a woma

Kendrick didn't laugh when Ruth fled his presence, cheeks flaming. He'd flustered her with his new attitude. Excited her too, it seemed. The subtle musk of her arousal, a perfume like no other, had him salivating for a taste. No freakn' way he'd deny it any longer. The woman was his. "What are you doing with my woman?" Joel asked, his tone low and angry. His and Joel's woman. Crap. The reminder irked. "Your woman? I didn't think you'd gotten that far last night," Kendrick replied, a little coolly, still insanely jealous his friend got to kiss her first. "Yeah, well, only because we were so rudely interrupted. I'm done trying to fight it. She's my mate, human or not. One taste and bam. It's like lightning hit, dude. Yummy lightning, all sugary, sweet, and soft." Joel taunted him with his knowledge. "With a steel core. She's got more spunk than you think." "She'll need it to deal with my dad." Joel's moue of distaste had Kendrick forgetting their rivalry for

Despite her sore muscles, Ruth found the next day's march easier, and it wasn't just because of Kendrick's revised stance on giving her a helping hand. Muscles she'd just recently declared cruel and useless were toned already from the enforced walking so different from the city treks they were used to. She barely flinched anymore when something with too many legs crossed her path. And she knew how to dismantle her tent. Look at me, turning into a true adventurer. Maybe when she got back to civilization she'd look into joining some of the more exotic expeditions her university offered. If she could handle this untamed jungle, she could handle anything. She only wished she had more time to study the various flora they passed. The botanist in her drooled at all the vivid greenery and blooms. She'd managed to snag small samples here and there, which she pressed between the pages of her waterproof journal. Her father gave it to her as a last minute parting gift, telling her to track h

After their declaration the night before, things went from insane to psychotic. It began right after she returned from her morning commune with nature ? a.k.a., things best done in bathrooms where bugs didn't bite tender cheeks. Despite their promise to not leave her unattended, Ruth didn't catch sight of them peeking while she peed, but it didn't reassure her. Finishing quickly, she returned to camp to find her tent packed, bag zipped without the unsightly bulges, and a cup of coffee handed to her by Joel, a plate of meat by Kendrick, while the rest of the gang looked on with smirks. If she didn't know better, she'd have sworn the pair engaged in a silent rivalry for her attention. She sat down on a log to eat and drink. Her new best friends took up a spot on either side, and although the log had room, stuck close enough they branded her hips and thighs with their own bodies. She ignored them to sip her coffee. "How'd you sleep?" Joel asked, chewing on a piece of dri

Stay away. Stay away. Ruth kept telling herself that, especially after the way the guys previously cornered her into a manwich. But dammit, like a stupid moth, she wanted to get burned, or so she assumed when she took the spot between them on a log ? at their behest and despite their matching grins ? the lure of the crackling fire they'd built to ward off an unusual chill too much for her to resist. Thighs pressing against hers, making her much too aware of them on either side, she held her hands out to the dancing flames. "If only we had some marshmallows," she joked. "Mmm, something soft and sweet to bite into. Sounds yummy." Sounding so innocent on the surface, she couldn't help a curl of heat from forming at the implied innuendo. Or was she imagining the sexual overtone? By now, she surely wasn't the only one craving real food. The others in the group, with feeble excuses, wandered off, Peter to sleep, Liam and Fernando for a stroll ? which, given they walke