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“Now that I’m settled down, Missy is Ava’s next project. If she has her way, Ava will turn the poor thing into a maneater.”
    Something in him rebelled at the idea of Missy being shaped into some sort of femme fatale and then set loose on unsuspecting males. It had to be the fact that she was his mate, because pack leader or no, he’d never exhibited much of a possessive streak before, especially not when it came to women. To him, they made an interesting diversion, but could be easily exchanged for the flavor of the week. Missy was the first woman he’d ever wanted to possess so completely that no other man would even dare to look at her. That, as much as his obsession with her sugar cookie fragrance, convinced him she really was his mate, no matter how inconvenient that might be.
    He sighed, and Missy reacted to the small sound, frowning and shifting in her sleep. She rolled over to face him and buried her face in his chest hair. The tip of her cold nose brushed his nipple, and she nuzzled it sleepily, pressing a small kiss to the tight surface before snuggling back into sleep.
    He fought hard against the urge to hook her leg over his hip and slide his cock into her sleepy-soft pussy. After last night, he knew how quickly she could be aroused and readied for him. If only the knowledge didn’t make his mouth water, he wouldn’t be in this predicament.

    Christine Warren
    Fur Factor
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    That wasn’t precisely true, he admitted grudgingly as he tried to keep his hands from straying down the silky smooth skin of her back to caress her amazing ass.
    Graham had the distinct feeling that he’d been doomed from the moment he’d first smelled her. Why could the smell of warm cookies stir him to previously unknown possessiveness when hideously expensive, French perfumes only made him want to sneeze? He’d heard about the sort of instant knowledge other Lupines had when they met their mates, but he’d never expected it to hit him on an air current that smelled like tea biscuits and warm woman.
    If he could draw her fragrance permanently inside himself and smell her every time he breathed, he would be a very happy man. As it was, he was a hungry man with a hard-on.
    Frowning, he eased his arms from around her and slid off the bed. The loss of his body heat made her shiver. His bed had no blankets on it, because he never used them.
    He generated enough body heat to keep warm in anything short of a blizzard, but his human guest didn’t. He dug through his closet and found a spare blanket he kept around for moving furniture. Lucky for him, he’d washed it after the last trip, so it was clean and would serve to keep her warm. He wrapped it around her, trying not to notice the way she curled up into a little ball beneath it, one hand resting under her cheek, the other tucked between her legs just above her knees. The urge to slide his hand in there with it, only higher, gripped him, but he shook it off and pulled on a pair of jeans before he padded barefoot down to his kitchen.
    The pitch blackness outside the windows told him it was still the middle of the night, and the clock on the microwave read four-oh-two. A little late for a midnight snack, but it was either food or fucking, and he figured option two had already gotten him in enough trouble. He needed a few minutes to get his equilibrium back. Finding his mate apparently knocked a wolf for a bigger loop than he’d thought.
    He rummaged through the refrigerator for a minute, dropping a hunk of roast beef to the counter when he heard a knock. He darted out of the kitchen and down the hall to answer the door before the thumping could wake Missy. Not until he had the door halfway open did he remember she was human and asleep, and likely wouldn’t have heard the knock if it had been on the bedroom door, let alone a floor down and a few rooms away.
    “You busy?” Logan asked as he stepped inside and closed the door after him. “I didn’t want to interrupt