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not yours,” she whispered.
    “Wanna bet on that? I’ll win,” he rasped.
    She gasped at his tone, deep, growly and possessive.
    His fingers speared into her hair. He angled her head, bending her to his hungry kiss. The sensation of his firm lips shot through her to knot in her belly. He consumed her, his mouth pressing hers open before his tongue surged inside to reclaim her.
    Long dormant arousal shifted in her pelvis. The first tremor took her by surprise then pushed her on as her pulse began to race. A low flame kindled and a rush of moisture dampened her pussy. Sweet lord, please!
    She’d never thought to feel his solid body moving against her again. To feel his large, slightly callused hands stroking over her skin. To hear his deep, velvety voice saying her name. Growling it.
    She’d have him. There was no question that she’d let him take her body, but after that… She wasn’t sure she could trust him again. The last time he’d had her heart, it had been pulverized.
    “Why do they call you Wolf?” she asked again, trying to get her footing in an avalanche of emotion. She pushed out of his arms, breathing deeply. “I mean you’re a dragon or something—God, that is so weird to say.” She rubbed her hands over her face. This was all so nuts. “Calling a dragon Wolf makes no sense.”
    His gaze bore into her as he followed the steps she’d taken, not letting her more than an arm’s length from him.
    “No, not really. When I came here, I couldn’t stand being around people. Everything I knew and wanted had been ripped from me and this is, well, you have to admit…it’s weird and really outside the realm of what you and I believed was possible. I was alone, even with my new family. My brother, Niko, called me ‘the lone wolf’, and it stuck. Only now, mostly, they just call me Wolf.”
    “I like Lucan better,” she said as he crowded her to the bed. His yellow-flecked, green eyes certainly appeared wolf-like as he stalked her then tumbled her backward onto the mattress. Immediately, he straddled her hips and leaned over her. His fingers burrowed into her hair as he brought his mouth to hers. Her lips parted and his tongue slipped inside, tasting the place that had always belonged to him.
    Meda trembled at his touch. Just his presence after so long nearly brought her to climax. Her whole being seemed to fold in on itself, until there was nothing but the sharp point of passion for this man. Nothing mattered but his hands on her, his lips covering hers, his essence filling the air she breathed. His palm cupped her breast, and she gasped. She felt him grin against her mouth while his fingers rolled the needy peak through her shirt, drawing sonorous groans from deep in her chest.
    Tiny bolts of lightning seemed to skate over her skin. Had it always been like this? So electric and urgent?
    “Yes,” she hissed as he pulled open her blouse. She couldn’t account for her desire to have him rip the material from her. She just needed him now. Her pussy was damp with that need. She felt it as she moved beneath him, straining for contact with the hard ridge of his desire. It didn’t really matter what she’d said to him earlier or what might happen later. This was her husband. Right now she needed him in her. Deep. Pounding. Proving he was alive.
    He pulled down one bra cup and latched onto her nipple , drawing hard while his fingers fumbled for the fastener on her jeans. The fabric parted, and his palm skimmed over the nylon barrier of her panties. His hand hovered there, not quite touching as she nearly screamed for him to get on with it.
    “Tell me it’s okay,” he said.
    “If you don’t get on with it, I swear I’ll kill you,” she gritted out.
    His eyes seemed to turn reptilian, his pupils looking more like slits than circles, then animal hunger filled his stare. A growl, low and menacing, rolled from his throat as his grip fisted in the fabric at her waistband.
    “Do it. Lucan, please,” she