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shifted. Fur
covered his body keeping out the cold, and he leapt off the porch in one fell
swoop. It felt good to let his beast run. He cocked his head to listen and
grinned. Emilia’s movements had stopped, and her even breathing told him that
she was once again fast asleep. As much as he wanted to join her, he didn’t
trust himself right now. He needed to run off that restless sexual energy
coursing through his veins, and there was only one way to do that. Hunter
hadn’t let his bear out to play in far too long, and he took off at a run. The
earth crunched under his paws, and he let out an almighty roar. This was his
territory. No one would come too close, but he wasn’t taking any chances, not
with his mate sleeping in his cabin. By the time he scouted around the
perimeter of his property, the first flakes of snow covered his brown fur, and
he picked up speed to return home. Shaking the snow off of him, he shifted back
into his human form, and picking up his previously abandoned clothes,
re-entered the cabin. The way the snow was coming down now, the whole area
would be covered come morning.
    Emilia
had loved the snow as a child, and he wondered briefly if she still did. He
looked in on her, to make sure she was all right, and his intention to keep his
hands off her went out of the window.
    Half
covered by the bedspread she lay on her side, the
curtain of her blonde hair spread out over the pillows like a golden halo. The
gentle curve of her spine called him to taste. To run his
claws along the ridges of her vertebrae until she writhed under his touch. His bear rumbled his agreement with this plan, and his cock hardened again.
    Hunter
shook his head and groaned. He wasn’t a randy fucking teenager, who got a boner
every time he caught as much as a glimpse of a naked woman, but it seemed
around Emilia that’s exactly who he was.
    Her
dress lay on the floor in a crumpled heap, and he bent to pick it up, ignoring
his predicament. She needed sleep right now, not to be pounced on by him. The
dress held her scent, and he inhaled deeply and groaned. His girl hadn’t
managed to take her bra off. The clasp was half undone and digging into her
back. He couldn’t leave her like that. Divesting her of the lacy garment took
mere seconds that turned into the most exquisite torture as her breasts fell
free, and she rolled onto her back. Arms spread wide, legs open, she looked
like an offering to the gods of sex, and Hunter couldn’t tear his gaze away
from the dewy wetness between her thighs. The urge to taste her was
overwhelming, but he turned his back instead, opened the chest of drawers that
held his supplies, and took out a pack of wet wipes instead. It was
clear that exhaustion had claimed her, before she’d had a chance to freshen up,
so using the wipes Hunter proceeded to clean her up. Starting with her face, he
wiped away the remnants of make-up still clinging to her cheeks, and she
stirred and tried to wave him away with feeble hand movement.
    Hunter
grinned when one of her little hands made contact with his chin, and grasping
both of her wrists in one hand pinned her arms down above her head.
    Emilia’s
eyes fluttered open, and after a moment of panic they settled on him and she
relaxed somewhat.
    “What
are you doing?” Her back arched when he ran another wet wipe down her throat
and into her cleavage, washing each breast in turn. A moan slipped from Emilia’s
lips, and her nipples hardened under his fingertips. It was an invitation he
couldn’t resist and releasing her wrists he curled her fingers around one of
the inbuilt hand holds on the headboard.
    “Keep
them there, and do not move , or I’ll have to restrain
you, kitten. Are we clear?”
    He
grasped the heavy mounds of her breasts, and when she didn’t respond, squeezed
hard. A shudder went through Emilia. She gasped, and her sweet scent increased
as her heartbeat sped up. Hunter grinned and rubbed his beard roughened jaw
over the sensitive buds until