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earth, breaking the spell. A blush flooded her face and slipped down her neck, spreading over her chest. She felt deeply embarrassed, but also curious about her behavior. Her attraction to him seemed to override every instinct she had. It was as if, for the first time, she was comfortable in her skin around another shifter.
    Confusion colored her thoughts. She wanted to run home, shut the door, and examine her response, maybe even try to figure out a way to summon it up again, around her own kind. Maybe then her mother would stop accusing her of being frigid.
    Her gaze darted back to the man’s eyes to see what lay there. Repulsion? An echo of her own feelings, perhaps? Thick black lashes surrounded his eyes, making them seem even brighter than they were. For a moment she felt herself sucked into their azure depths, pulled toward the black centers.
    As she watched, his irises darkened until they were the color of sapphires. He blinked and she followed the slow flutter with her own eyes. The spell of this man misted her vision, and the store vanished. She looked upward to his hair. It looked thick and spiky, a lovely, inky black shade, tipped in aqua blue points. She felt a need to touch them, to see if they were as sharp as they looked. Her palms actually tingled with the urge. A smile played on her lips at the thought, before a tap on her shoulder pulled her out of the moment.
    The store came back into full focus. Again she blushed, and her ears prickled. She looked over at the attendant, who had an embarrassed smile on her face. “Phone call for you, Ms. Taylor.” She held out the receiver.
    Relief swept through Carissa, trailed by trepidation. She didn’t have to be told who was calling her. A glance at her watch told her that she was ten minutes late, and she was sure Jez and Anna were getting antsy, wondering where she was. Her stomach grumbled.
    She turned and followed the store attendant to the front counter and picked up the phone, resisting the urge to look back at the hunk behind her. “Sorry, I’m on my way. Really.”
    “Move your ass. We’re getting swamped and could really use your help,” Anna hissed on the other end.
    “Shit,” Carissa muttered, as she paid for her purchases. She was going to owe Jez and Anna big time for this. Carissa could feel the man’s gaze on the back of her neck, and she knew he hadn’t moved an inch. Inside of her, back in its dark cage, her wolf paced, tail wagging, whimpering for its freedom. It wanted to sniff him, get to know him and—somewhere deep inside of her—both she and the wolf wanted to fuck him senseless. It was shocking to feel that core of heat. She’d never responded to a man like this before. The feeling was totally alien, and yet she wanted more of it.
    The receipt slipped down from the counter to the floor and she bent down to pick it up.
    She knew the man was staring at her, and that knowledge quaked through her bones and vibrated down deep into her pussy, making more juices trickle out and causing her body temperature to spike.
    “ Brent !” someone admonished.
    So that was his name. Carissa rolled it around her mind. She bet it would sound even better when she cried it out as she came. She shook her head, trying to dislodge the web of passion that was trying to wrap itself around her body. She couldn’t think like that. No time. She grabbed the bags, thanked the sales clerk, and turned around, only to have her gaze once again fall into his eyes.
    He stood in front of her, grinning.
    “Brent.” He held out a large hand, with thick fingers and well-manicured nails.
    Just seeing those wide digits made her pussy contract. She swallowed, without thought, unable to resist the look in his eyes. “Carissa Taylor,” she managed to whisper.
    “Carissa Taylor,” he purred. Then he gave her a wicked smile that went straight to her groin. His eyes sparkled with dark need and mischief.
    “Gotta go.” She hurried past him, close enough that their arms