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werewolves or something.” She gave a self-conscious laugh, her hand rising to her throat. The biker dude had disappeared without Sasha noticing.
    “There’s uh, no such thing as vampires.” Could Megan feel the shifters? Is that why he was drawn to her? Could it be that his wolf was simply confused in here?
    “There’s werewolves though.” Lou inched closer. “They’ve been seen.”
    “Seen?”
    “Reports in the local papers. Huge dark wolves on the hills. Too many to just be hunting dogs.” Sasha’s heart juddered. One of the fundamental tenets of shifter law was secrecy. If the Kiwi wolves were getting careless, who knew where it might lead.
    A hint of caramel spice teased at his senses and he looked up to see Megan sashaying toward him, Nessa by her side. Megan had done something to her hair and her lips looked glossy again. His cock throbbed and he tried to look relaxed and not as though he was dying of lust.
    “It’s getting late. Should we get out of here?” Her smile dazzled him. It’s just the pheromones . He wanted to fall to his knees and worship her, but settled for catching her hand and tangling their fingers together. Mine , grumbled his wolf. Fucking pheromones.
    “Sure,” he managed. “Where do you live?”
    “Churton Park.” He frowned, not recognizing the suburb name. “It’s well outside the city.” She used her free hand to stroke his cheek and leaned into him. “I wondered…could I come home with you tonight?” She whispered into his ear and he nearly came in his pants. Christ, he was so hard he could use his dick as a cricket bat. Sanity appeared eventually.
    “I, uh, that’s not a good idea,” he managed. He felt her stiffen in his arms and hurried to soften the blow. “I don’t want to take advantage of you, baby.” Right now he couldn’t be sure that if he slept with her, he wouldn’t weaken and do something stupid. Claiming her as his Mate. Nu-huh. Not ready for that one.
    *
    Megan bit back her disappointment. It was probably for the best. Her father would have a fit when he knew she was dumping Phillip, and compounding it with a fling with Sasha…not her best idea. Even so, she snuggled against him. Nessa had given her a pep talk in the bathroom and asked about Sasha’s wild claim to be her future husband. Megan ducked the question. When they were sober in the morning, Nessa and Lou would figure out it was a pile of hokum, but it was fun to keep it going at the moment.
    The warm night air wrapped around them as they left the club and headed for the line of waiting cabs. Since Lou and Nessa lived in the opposite direction, they split up, and Megan snagged a cab to take her home. Was this it? Would Sasha say goodbye? She opened the door of the taxi cab, one hand still tangled with Sasha’s and felt him squeeze her fingers. “How far away do you live?”
    “About twenty minutes.”
    “I’ll see you home safe.” Before she could demur, he helped her into the back seat and slid into place next to her, one arm around her shoulders.
    “You’re crazy.”
    “You think?” He gave her that wolfish, sexy grin and her insides melted. Damn. She’d never met anyone who turned her on so thoroughly. She knew she’d drunk too much; the world felt as though it was spinning and now that she’d sat down, it was worse, but he’d had this effect on her when she was sober. The street lights flashed by, turning the interior dark and light in turn and she cuddled closer to Sasha.
    “Thanks,” she murmured, her face resting on his chest. “I’m a little bit drunk.”
    “Don’t worry.” He pronounced it ‘wah-ree’ and his lilting words made her smile. “I’ll look after you.”
    “Even your accent is cute.”
    “What?” He stroked her hair, running his fingers through the locks and twining them into curls. “I think you are drunk. Do you go there often?”
    “Sometimes,” she mumbled. It was tempting to snooze. With Sasha as a giant, albeit hard, pillow, she