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can‟t eat. All I can think about is you.”
    “This is nothing more than an intense physical attraction. We‟ll get over it,” she said a bit desperately, hands braced on his chest in a weak attempt to hold him True Mates: Carol’s Mate
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    off, fighting what she knew to be a losing battle. Already her wolf was stirring, adding heat to the lust coursing through her system.
    “Too late,” he muttered before his mouth claimed hers in a kiss that blasted apart the last of her remaining barriers.
    Carol raised her arms to circle his neck and clung to him, plastering her body against his. Mark‟s head twisted from side to side, searching for that perfect angle, his tongue deep in her mouth, tangling with and stroking her own until her senses were overwhelmed with the taste and scent of this forbidden human.
    They fell against the wall in a tangle of groping hands and fevered kisses.
    Carol heard herself growl and tried to stop.
    “Shit, that‟s sexy. Do it again,” he ordered, gasping for air.
    The growl morphed to a moan as his mouth latched on to her T-shirt-covered breast. She clutched his shoulders and had to make a conscious effort to keep her claws from sprouting.
    “You make me crazy the way you go around braless. I see these tits, and I want to taste them, tease them. See how much of it I can fit into my mouth.” He stripped her T-shirt over her head and tossed it to the side. Gazing at her breasts with what appeared to be reverence, he said, “They‟re even prettier than I imagined.”
    Mark flicked one of her nipples with his thumb, and it instantly hardened, while her hips jerked forward. His gaze flew to hers. “How sensitive are they?” She hissed. “Very.”
    The grin he gave her was savagely sexy. “This is going to be fun.” He dipped his head, mouth opened wide, and latched on to her breast. He consumed the whole thing. Carol had never been happier that her breasts were small.
    Mark drew so strongly on it, her nipple was flattened against the top of his mouth. She let out a keening cry, and grabbed his head, holding him to her.
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    He switched sides. She went a little crazy, clawing at his shirt, trying to get to skin. He stopped long enough to help her remove it before his mouth was right back at her breasts, his hands cupping her ass.
    Carol ground herself on his cock. The feel of his hard flesh pressed to her soft contours was exquisite. Mark inserted a leg between her own and rubbed his sex against her. Back to the wall, she arched into him and rode the ridge of his erection, the flimsy material of her gray jersey shorts and cotton panties no barrier.
    “Need…to…be…in…you…now,” he panted as he ripped open the zipper and shoved down his pants.
    His penis—tall, strong, and thick—fell out of the opening. Carol wrapped her greedy little fingers around it, instinctively pumping up and down.
    “Shit, that feels good. Too good. Stop or this will be over before it gets started.” She removed her hand and pushed her shorts and panties down her legs, stepping out of them when they dropped around her ankles. Mark went still as stone, barely even breathing.
    “Is something wrong? Am I moving too fast?” she asked worriedly.
    He closed his eyes and swallowed hard. When he re-opened them, they held so much heat she felt seared where she stood. “You are so damn beautiful. Even more than I‟d imagined.”
    Having always been somewhat of a tomboy, she was embarrassed by Mark‟s praise. Carol could feel her face flushing.
    “Baby, I hope you‟re ready for me, ‟cause I don‟t think I can wait much longer,” he confessed on a groan.
    “Take me,” she said, reaching for him.
    His mouth slammed down on hers in a kiss that another woman might have called brutal. To Carol, it was an indicator of how far gone he was. He grabbed under her left knee and lifted her leg. One of his hands felt along her slit and slid inside her sheath, testing her readiness. “Fuck,