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worry, but didn’t try to hide it. “You don’t mean to go back on active Hunter status, do you?”
    “No. Not unless it’s necessary, but we’ve always had that understanding.”
    She nodded. It was very uncommon, but sometimes the Hunters called someone back. Someone with special skills or particular contacts. He was still watching her, but his expression had changed. Away from business. Back to the carnal.
    “I want to take you under the moonlight.” He moved closer, until his erection pressed against her hip. “It’s almost full tonight.”
    “The others,” she whispered.
    “Will stay away from our balcony.”
    She nodded, unable to deny him anything, and almost ran up the steps. He was right behind her, helping her undress, opening the French doors that led outside. The air rushing inside was cold, but she didn’t feel it. Moonlight poured in, and she watched him stare at her, struggle to control his breathing, while he slowly removed his jeans.
    She backed out of the doors, loving the way he followed her, stalked her. Loving the way his eyes went wolf when she was outside, bathed in the moon’s glow.
    “Beautiful,” he whispered, reaching her, reaching for her. He nipped her neck. Growled. “Mine.”
    If it were possible, she would have melted into a puddle of need at his feet. “Then take me,” she whispered, goaded.
    There was a lounge chair covered by a soft cushion on one end of the balcony, and he lay down on it, wrapped his hand around his jutting cock, and beckoned her to join him. Impossible to resist. She sauntered to him and straddled his hips, came crying his name as she sank slowly onto him.
    He let her ride out the tremors, and when they subsided, he gripped her hips. Lifted her slowly up. Pushed her slowly back down. Torment. Wonderful, stunning torment. Gradually, the pace increased, his guiding hands ensuring a steady, hard rhythm. The pleasure wound higher and higher. The craving wound tighter and fiercer.
    He came first, and the seed pulsing into her womb, the primal claiming, was all it took to push her off the ledge of sanity she’d been clinging to. His mouth fused to hers, catching her cries. Catching her as she fell and holding her up, gathering her close. She clung to him as if he was her lifeline, the only thing still holding her to the earth.
    A long time later, she lifted her head from where it rested on his chest. She hadn’t even noticed the cold before, but now she shivered. He sat up, standing easily with her in his arms, and went back inside. He took her to bed and proceeded to make her forget her own name.

 
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
    Chapter Five
     
    Clint awoke alone, hard and wanting his mate, but he was smiling as he stretched his arms over his head. He glanced over at the clock on the nightstand and jerked up. Hell. Eight o’clock. He never slept this late. After hurrying through a shower, he dressed and went downstairs to find food and Ellen. He grinned. Not necessarily in that order.
    He ignored the niggling doubt, the worry that she would reject him later. He had her now, and he’d do whatever he had to do to keep her.
    No one was in the spacious foyer, so he entered the dining room. The sideboard was still loaded with food, and the other Hunters were in various stages of devouring it. He made himself a plate and sat down.
    “You’re chipper this morning,” Anthony said archly.
    Clint grinned at him, lifting a forkful of eggs to his mouth. After he swallowed, he asked, “Where’s Ellen?” He’d expected to see her in the dining room, wanted everyone to see the evidence of her claiming.
    Anthony frowned. “I thought she hadn’t come down yet.”
    Clint pushed his chair back and stood. “Where the fuck is she?” he muttered, not really asking anyone in particular. He hurried through the downstairs rooms, but returned to the dining room alone. Anthony looked up and met his gaze. His worry must have shown.
    “Don’t worry. She usually