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An amused chuckle rumbled from his chest, and he pulled his head back a little to meet Alarian's gaze. I could say the same about you, he countered, raising an eyebrow. And, strange is not the word I would use to describe you, he added, returning to the other man's throat as he spoke. He ran his nose gently back up his neck to leave a light kiss on his jaw. The more time the beast spent with his new companion, the more he wanted to know about him--about the way his mind worked. He found himself staring again, studying the scars etched in his face. He wanted to ask about them, but he was distracted by the way the other man responded to his touches. Everything about him was intoxicating, and he knew this meeting wouldn't be enough; he was very quickly forming a dangerous addiction.