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resting on my coffee table. Caleb. My heart pounds in my chest. Why is he here?
    Looking at him in the morning light I can see the scar, the burn marks running down his cheek and up into the hair line. They aren’t horrible or disfiguring- just bits of twisted skin not as smooth or as beautiful as the other half of his face. I’ve dreamed of his moment for ages- wished he’d come home with me so I could wake up in his arms. But I never invited him over, so why is he here?
    Shit! The dog. Where’s the dog?
    Quietly, I get up and search my home. No dog. Okay. This is really weird. But I’m open to weird things. I’ve read the books. I should know where this is going. Slowly, I walk back into my living room and glance at the man asleep.
    Caleb has black hair and golden eyes and a scar just like that hulking dog. It’s crazy, but the only other explanation is he’s a crazy stalker who broke into my house. I’ll go with the Caleb’s a wolf/dog idea instead. Then I remember what happened the night before and blush.
    “You watched me get undressed!” I say and hit him in the arm.
    Caleb blinks open his eyes, the same color as the dog, and a smile spreads over his lips. “I did save your life, Callie. Was it too much to ask?”
    My heart pounds in my chest. “You weren’t even sleeping?”
    Leaning forward in the chair, the blanket tumbles off his chest, revealing the muscles and dark curls of hair on his manly body. A rush of desire flows to my groin- I can’t believe this is happening.
    “I woke when you did,” he says and looks me over in my little blue nightie. The silk material hits me right above the knee showing off my curvy thighs and calves. My ample breasts practically spill out of the little top, my nipples hard in the cool morning air. Since he watched me get undressed he even knows I don’t wear panties to bed. I should be embarrassed, but I can’t manage it at the moment.
    “You’re the dog who saved me last night.” I’m not sure why I say that, maybe just to make sure it really happened.
    Caleb nods and bares his teeth, the canines pointed and sharp. “A wolf, actually. That guy’s lucky I didn’t kill him,” he growls and my heart skips a beat. No man has ever wanted to protect me that badly. Can I help getting turned on?
    Suddenly, he stands up, the rest of the blanket falling to reveal his sizable cock already standing at half mast. The thick hair on his chest and legs just as black as the hair on his head. The strong scent of his musk fills my nose as he walks toward me, the look in his eyes slightly dangerous.
    “What are you doing?” I ask.
    “Something I should have done a long time ago,” he says and wraps his arms around my back, pulling my body into his and gripping onto my pale skin with his strong hands. He growls again, a deep grumble that reverberates from his chest and into mine as he kisses me. Our lips fit together like pieces of a puzzle, his thick tongue probing into my mouth with surprising urgency.
    He’s hardly talked to me, hardly even looked at me although I’ve longed after him for over a year. Now Caleb Ulven is standing in my living room and kissing me. I wrap my arms around his back and dig my fingers into the strong muscular flesh as our mouths dance together. Good thing he doesn’t have dog breath.
    Leaning back, he stares at my face, rubbing his finger down my cheek gently. “You’re the most beautiful woman, Callie, inside and out,” he says in his gruff wolfish voice.
    I blush. “Are you asking me out?”
    “I’m asking for much more than a date. I want you as my mate- my lover.”
    I smile just as he pushes me into the wall. His fingers tear the nightgown from my shoulders, pulling it off my arms and revealing my breasts. His lips curve up into a hungry smirk as he lowers his mouth to them, the fire of his tongue and the pinch of his teeth heating my whole body to levels of desire I’ve never known. Heaving into his mouth, I wrap my hands