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scent poured new life into
him. How the hell did I manage without you?
    “And I don’t like being out of control.” Her body
shuddered.
    Kori kissed her lightly. “Okay, Lera. Ball’s in
your court. You want something from me, you take it.” Another light kiss. “Let
me tell you something, though. There is nothing wrong with you. Not at all. But
if you want to ride, do so. We’ll leave for the bar this afternoon.”
    He stepped back, ignoring every instinct
screaming within him to make her his. This woman wasn’t like shifters he knew.
One, she wasn’t even one, and two, her past made him need to tread even more
cautiously for, if he moved to fast, he could lose her forever.
    Lera blinked a few times before looking back into
his eyes. “You know something, Cormac MacLochlainne?”
    “What?”
    “You’re going to be a great mate to someone. If
only…” She trailed off and slipped by him to grab her jacket.
    Kori faced the wall until he heard the low hum of
her bike. His head rested against the coolness of the wallpaper. Deep, harsh
breaths were taken in as he fought for control. His cock ached and pressed
against the material of his jeans, and the wolf was howling to escape. Not
someone, Lera. You! Only you.
    “Fuck!” he uttered, slapping the wall before
spinning around and flopping over on the bed, burrowing his face into the
pillow which still had the faint scent of Lera on it. All of his iron control,
all of his emotionless actions faded the second she was involved. Suddenly, he
was overly possessive and feeling very predatory toward anything near her.
    He closed his eyes and prayed for the strength
needed to make it through this.

Chapter Three
    Lera was quiet when she returned to the room and
entered cautiously, not knowing what she’d find. Her gaze landed upon the
sprawled body of one Cormac MacLochlainne across the only bed in the room. He
lay on his belly, head buried into her pillow.
    She stared, waiting for him to sit up and look at
her. He never moved. Slipping out of her jacket, which she’d unzipped before
entering the room, she hung it over the back of a chair and turned her head
back to where he lay as she removed her gloves.
    Hotness personified. Biting her lower lip, she
continued to watch him. For some reason, when she looked at him, she wasn’t
scared; she didn’t want to curl up in a ball. She wanted him to touch her, to
show her that there wasn’t anything wrong with her.
    It was going to break her heart when he found his
mate. There hadn’t been another person she’d ever been so open with before. Not
even in her own family. But with him, it seemed so natural and the right thing
to do.
    And that kiss! Her body shivered when she
remembered how it felt to have his arms around her and his lips upon hers.
There was no mistaking his arousal, and it only increased her own. I wonder
what he’d do if I walked up to him and kissed him. She laughed at herself
and shook her head, sitting and pulling out the postcards she’d picked up.
    As she wrote on them, her gaze continued to find
its way back to the man on the bed. Finished with all except one card, her
pulse so high, she pushed to her feet and walked to the bathroom, grabbing her
bag along the way. Her hands shook as she turned on the shower and stepped
inside. Eyes closed, Lera fought to find and hold onto the control she knew she
had. The water hot as she could handle it, she dropped her head and let it
sluice over her skin.
    The image of Kori wouldn’t leave her mind. A wail
rose up within her. and she barely managed to clamp it down behind her lips. Why
do I want things I can’t ever have? Allowing herself a few moments of
weakness, Lera cried until she managed to pull herself back together. She
finished her shower and stepped out. Once dry, she began to dress and tugged
her shirt down over her belly, hiding the scars. Facing herself in the mirror,
she took stock of what she saw.
    Black leather pants which would flare over