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her neck took her on a long, exquisite ride straight up to the pinnacle. She flew over as pleasure gripped her, pulsing as he moved. Upward, the sensation flowed until her chest felt encased in fire.
    Suddenly, he drew off her neck and roared. The sight of him, full of passion, sent her flying toward ecstasy a second time. As he moved into her, she came with him again, her own cries joining the guttural sounds that left his throat.
    After a time, when the wave passed, he settled his forearms on either side of her and rested his body against hers.
    Her arms fell away, her fingers playing in the sand. She couldn’t remember ever feeling so good.
    “That was wonderful,” she said. “Just what I needed.” For some reason, her throat grew very tight, aching in a strange way that brought tears to her eyes. She wasn’t a woman given to weeping, never had been. But something about being with Zane had gotten to her, striking a chord deep inside her that both moved and frightened her. Was he right? Was this more than a one-night anything?
    His gaze strayed to her chest. “Your ruff and the sexy fur across your lower abdomen still hasn’t gone away.”
    His comment eased her back from her sudden fears and concerns. She responded in kind. “I know. Some of it just stays with me, and when it leaves, it doesn’t take much for it to reappear. I can get excited about a cooking show and suddenly I have fur on the backs of my hands.”
    He smiled and kissed her. “Thank you for the sex and your blood.” He got a funny look on his face.
    “What?”
    He slid a hand between them, pressing against his stomach. “Oh, shit. I don’t hurt.”
    Olivia stared at him as the meaning of his words hit her. She’d read enough of the blogs that talked about the blood rose phenomenon to know that there was always one irrefutable sign: the donor’s blood took away the mastyr’s pain. “You’re not hurting at all, are you?” Panic set in and her heart raced.
    She wasn’t kidding when she’d said she wasn’t a relationship kind of woman. She’d lived alone for so long; she wouldn’t know what to do with a man long-term.
    “Not even the smallest cramp, and I’ve had this pain for decades. I never thought I’d be free of it. I can’t believe it. But … that makes you … oh, holy fuck.”
    She grabbed for some air because she felt horribly dizzy, even though she was lying flat on her back. “This can’t be. I mean I knew I was different. I have this cloaking thing and I sprout fur so easily and I can ghost you.”
    “I don’t know what that means, that you can ‘ghost’ me.” Still connected, he frowned down at her. “Are you saying you have a way of tracking me?”
    “If you want to call it that. And yes, I’ve been tracking you for months.”
    Her gaze shifted along the cliff-line above, over the stars, at the moon just cresting the mountains to the east. She had to get away from him, from this. Maybe her shifter wanted to be close, but the human side of her was scared to death.
    She pushed at him and he drew out of her, letting her go.
    She hopped to her feet. “I’m going for a swim.”
    ~
    Leaning back on his knees, the sea air cool on his heated cock, he watched as Olivia shifted once more to her wolf state and headed toward the water. He’d felt an odd vibrating snap once she was a few feet away. It took him a moment to realize the sensation had been the release of her cloaking ability. He was now visible.
    He wasn’t too concerned. His escape from the camp wouldn’t be understood for a long time, if ever. So Margetta and her forces would have no idea which way to go if they wanted to hunt for him.
    He remained where he was for a good long while. He’d never been so stunned in his life by all that had happened. He’d been trapped and whipped by Margetta, then later had a wolf licking his face while he lay prone in his captor’s tent.
    He planted his fist on his right quad and stared at the wolf bounding in the