Where did you get the control sample?" A flash of dark heat raced through him, and he knew himself well enough to identify it as a dose of pure jealousy. "From Tam syn." A pause, as if she was debating whether to continue. "I know you'd react negatively if I approached a make. You're... possessive." "Sugar, I'm way past possessive." His voice was no longer fully human.

Hostage to Pleasure