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strong arms wrapped tight
around her.
    Finally, he withdrew and she felt the slow
swipe of his tongue against her skin. She stood for a moment,
before pulling free. His arms released her, and she turned slowly
to face him.
    His eyes glowed crimson. Her blood stained
his lips. And despite that, Maria wanted him with a fierceness she
had never experienced in her whole long life.
    How could she?
    She whirled around and ran. She didn’t stop
until she slammed her bedroom door closed behind her and clicked
the lock into place.
    ***
    What the hell had that been about?
    Seth stood in the center of the room staring
at the closed door.
    He knew some women were drawn to the danger
his kind represented, but his little wolf hadn’t seemed like that.
She’d been genuinely afraid.
    Until he’d bitten her. Then her fear had
vanished, and she’d melted against him. He breathed in, filling his
nostrils with the lingering scent of her arousal. His balls
tightened, his cock throbbing with the need for release.
    Jack could only expect so much from him.
    He followed her scent up the stairs, coming
to a halt in front of a door. He turned the handle—locked.
    Raising his foot, he kicked. The lock
splintered and the door shot open.
    ***
    He still wore nothing but the black pants,
and this time Maria couldn’t help but notice him. He must have been
young when he was changed, no more than early twenties, and she’d
bet he’d been stunning even then, with his dark eyes and sharp
cheekbones. Now his face glowed with the inhuman beauty of his
kind.
    Her gaze dropped to his broad shoulders,
muscular chest, and a lean ridged abdomen. Then lower to the bulge
where his erection pressed against his straining zipper. Her gaze
flew to his face as warmth flooded her body.
    “What do you want?” she muttered.
    His eyes narrowed in disbelief. “Are you
kidding?”
    At his words, a wild reckless excitement
filled her. She’d been sitting here, unable to understand what was
wrong with her. She’d faced her fear and survived, yet the whole
thing had left her empty and aching. Now she knew what she
needed.
    Jumping to her feet, she stalked toward
him.
    “I am not weak,” she ground out, and she
knew the words were true.
    He raised an eyebrow. “Honey, I never said
you were.”
    She held his gaze as she gripped the hem of
her top and pulled it over her head, tossing it to the floor behind
her.
    His hot gaze ran over her, tightening her
nipples, but he didn’t move, and she took another step toward him
until her bare breasts grazed his chest. She shivered as delicious
sensations tore through her. “I’m strong,” she said.
    “I know.”
    He didn’t, but he soon would.
    Unzipping her jeans, she kicked them off and
stood before him in nothing but her black panties. He was breathing
hard now, but wariness flickered across his face. She liked that.
She peeled the black lace down over her legs then tossed them
toward him. His gaze sizzled down her body, settling on the curls
between her thighs and inside, she melted.
    Moving fast, her left foot kicked out to
sweep his legs from under him. He landed on his back, and Maria
dropped to her knees beside him, straddling his hips before he
could move.
    She rested her hands on each side of his
face, caging him in, then bit her lip hard so she tasted the sweet
metallic tang of her own blood. His nostrils flared, and she
lowered her head and kissed him. He devoured her mouth, his tongue
pushing inside, and she sank down onto him to grind against the
hardness of his straining shaft.
    His arms came up to grip her shoulders, and
he heaved her from him. But she wrapped her legs around his waist
and held on, refusing to relinquish control. They rolled, and she
ended up beneath him.
    Exactly where she wanted to be.
    Staring up into his dark, hooded eyes, she
slipped her hand between their bodies and lowered his zip. She
wrapped her hand around his shaft, and his head went back.
    He balanced, poised above her, his