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to chain me back up,” he said raggedly.
    “No, you’re not an animal.”
    “Oh, but I am.” He pressed his broad hand against the small of her back and brought her flush against him.
    He was hard again. Already.
    “That’s impossible.”
    “No, it’s the beast. Either fuck me again or chain me back up. Or the beast will run.”
    “Will it?” she asked breathlessly.
    She sat up and shifted to her knees, her hands tracing over the hard lines of his flesh even as it shifted. He was Changing.
    “Too late, Meg. Chain me and run!” His head was thrown back and his claws dug long grooves in the marble floor.
    Yet she knew he wouldn’t hurt her. That which made her a Fury, which showed her the hearts of men, showed her the heart of the wolf inside him. Wolves mated for life and Lycanos were no different. He would never hurt her.
    He needed to see that, to know that for himself.
    “I won’t chain you,” she said, hopping to her feet, still naked. “And I’ll only run if you promise to chase me.”
    With a primeval roar, the beast exploded from Marcus Kage.
    What might have been an agonizing process of breaking bones, blood and pain, was swift and smooth as one reality bled into another like the colors on an artist’s palette. His wheat-gold hair blended into a bright, silky pelt. His muscles bulged and flexed, becoming larger, more animal, yet still bipedal and human. He stood taller, broader, his large hands now terrible claws. His hard-chiseled features elongated into a muzzle with a fierce jaw and predator’s teeth that could only be meant for brutality.
    His amber gaze fixed on her.
    And all Meg could think about was what it would feel like to be claimed by the beast—to be his carnal prey.
    Megaera smiled…
    Then tossed a saucy look over her shoulder as she ran for the cave entrance. When a loud howl sounded from behind her, she laughed.
    “Catch me if you can, beast.”

Chapter Five
     
    Marcus awoke with the cool night breeze on his face and the scent of fresh spring grasses in his nose. There was the familiar, bitter copper tang of blood on his tongue, but he felt good . Powerful. Alive.
    The full moon was up—and he was still a man.
    What had he done?
    The last thing he remembered was feeling the Change coming on and fleeing Nicodemus Frost’s house for the cave, where he could chain himself up. Either he hadn’t made it or someone had let him out.
    The blood in his mouth… By Artemis, what had he done ?
    He looked down, checking for the source of the blood, horrified he was going to find himself covered with it and what used to be a person. But the only thing he was covered with was a naked Fury.
    Instead of a crimson splash, the silver-gold of her hair spilled over his chest and she was curled into him as if he were the safest place in the world. Both of their feet were caked in dark earth and flickers of memories erupted in his brain.
    Meg coming to the cave. Sucking him off. Fucking him.
    Running from him.
    But not in fear. Laughing. Taunting his beast to chase her—and chase it did. He did. Until he caught her and fucked her again. They ran the day and night, frolicking in field and forest, before collapsing here beneath the stars in each other’s arms.
    He hadn’t hurt her. He hadn’t hurt anyone .
    Marcus remembered her demanding that he bite her, and she came so hard when he had, her nails digging into his shoulders and her slick heat spasming around his cock.
    Her long lashes fluttered and her eyes drifted open, fixing him with her blue gaze. “See? Wasn’t that fun?”
    “I could have hurt you.”
    “This again? No, you couldn’t have. That’s not who you are. Trust me, I’m a Fury. I know these things.”
    He tightened his arm around her, locking her against his side as if that would protect her from him, Nicodemus Frost and even herself.
    “Will you tell me what happened, Marcus? What makes you think you killed the woman you were talking about?”
    The memories that had