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she snuggled down into the softness of the couch. While she was in the bathroom he’d put the warmed blanket from the floor on the couch. Now he pulled the top cover up and tucked her in. His hand smoothed down from her shoulders to back. “Need something else, sweetling?”
    “You called me that before, didn’t you?”
    “Mmm.”
    She fell silent , unable to come up with a reason to make him linger.
    Pri scilla watched Jason as he settled back down in front of the fire. She frowned, more memories coming back to her slowly. She remembered the feel of the snow as she’d fallen, then the hard strength of his arms as he’d carried her through the blizzard. Everything else remained slightly fuzzy and she was having impressions rather than memories. A rough surface beneath the soles of her feet followed by a painful warmth. If she closed her eyes, she could still feel the roughness of his palms as he’d stroked her body to warm her up.
    “Jason?” Her voice was a soft whisper in the night.
    “Yeah, babe?” He turned back towards her, the light from the fireplace throwing a warm glow around his big body.
    “Thank you.”
    “For what?”
    “Saving my life.”
    “I didn’t do that.”
    “Yes, you did. You might not have had to if I hadn’t been so stubborn and let you carry me from the beginning.” She tri ed to force herself to stay awake but her voice faded. Before she fell completely asleep, she could have sworn she felt his lips on hers.
    Jason leaned over and kissed Priscilla softly on the lips as she allowed sleep to overcome her. Like a small child, she fought it. He’d turned over on his back, the covers tossed aside since he’d built up the fire for her. He’d been unwilling to leave her even though there was a comfortable bed in the corner of the room. He should have carried Priscilla over there as soon as she’d stopped shivering. Instead, he’d held her in his arms and spent one of the most delicious, yet torturous nights of his life with her curvy, round body curled against his. Just a few hours ago, he’d had to add another log to the fire and had rummaged through the chest of drawers and discovered the set of knit pajamas. He knew when she woke up he’d have to have something more between them besides a flimsy pair of panties and a lace bra. Not that the knit layer over his cock and the one over her breasts were much of a deterrent, but they were something.
    H e watched her as she slept, his hand absently stroking the scar on his chest. She lay curled in an almost fetal position, arms and legs tucked against her torso. So small. So innocent. She’d been concerned about the scars on his chest, not repulsed. He turned his head so he could study her. Brown hair, flawless skin. A small, almost button nose. He couldn’t forget the lips. He wanted those lips. Leaning forward he took another small taste.
    His mate. He’d never thought to find the woman who would complete him. His hand brushed against his scar again. A female wolf would never have accepted him, viewing the scars as he did. Knowing them for the weakness they were. He’d failed to take the rouge down quickly. Priscilla had been concerned more about the pain they had caused him.
    His wolf whined to crawl on the sofa with her . When her gaze had raked over him as she’d drank her water, he’d felt a surge of heat he hadn’t felt in a long time. If ever. Her rosy blush as she’d seen the outline of his dick in the soft pajamas had been heartwarming and cock hardening. If she’d continued to look, she would have really been embarrassed. Her innocent gaze had caused his member to swell and grow. An ember fell, sending a burst of light into the room. He’d have to bring in some more wood tomorrow, possibly even cut some more. Even though whoever had used the cabin last had left plenty, he’d used more than usual trying to keep his little human warm.
     
    The sun was shining through one of the small windows by the fireplace when