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Chantal.
    If he’d met that woman instead of Chantal, none of this would have happened.
    And he wouldn’t be a werewolf feeling this hunger churning inside him right now, wishing he could strip Chantal down at the club and fuck her.
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    His head was swirling. It was getting hard to concentrate on work. His stomach hurt. His cock throbbed. How long had it been since he’d eaten? Since he’d fucked Chantal? A few hours? Several?
    Too long.
    He was getting hungry again. For food.
    And for Chantal.
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    Chantal caught and held Dylan’s gaze, reading the hunger in his eyes.
    “Let’s feed you,” she said, shooting Noah a warning glance.
    Noah took a look at the feral expression on Dylan’s face and nodded. “Get him some food. And whatever else he needs. I’m gonna do a little recon around here, see if I can get to know some of the locals.”
    “Okay.” She signaled for the waitress and ordered meat. Rare. And in a hurry. The waitress took a quick look at Dylan and seemed to catch Chantal’s drift, scuttling off to the kitchen.
    Chantal reached across the table for Dylan’s hand. “Hey, hang on. We’ll get you some food.”
    He seemed in a trance, his gaze fixated on her. He nodded. “It hurts. Everywhere.”
    “I know.” Dammit, she didn’t know, but she understood now that she’d have to be more careful over the next day or so until he made the transition. Keep him fed and keep him fucked, Lamont had told her. She hadn’t been doing her job.
    The music pulsed around them. Hard, heavy and driving with a sensual beat that entered her bloodstream, pumping the primal sensations within her. It had to be making Dylan crazy because he wasn’t used to the experience yet. She could handle it, could control the wildness within her.
    From the looks he was giving her, she wasn’t sure he was going to be able to tame the impulses.
    Fortunately the waitress came back with a huge piece of meat. Dylan dove into it with a vengeance, polishing it off quickly. He never once took his eyes off her as he ate.
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    took, every time he swept his tongue over his full bottom lip, she began to feel as if she were his meal.
    It was getting warm in the club. The music churned, the urge to move, to dance, becoming a need she couldn’t ignore. She stood and reached for Dylan’s hand.
    “Let’s go.”
    “Where?”
    “Dance floor.”
    He frowned. “Don’t feel like dancing.”
    “We’ll be doing more than dancing, trust me.” After studying her with a surly frown for a few seconds, he slid his hand in hers and let her guide him into the middle of the throng of undulating dancers. She turned around and wound her body against his.
    “Feel the music, Dylan. Let it enter you.”
    He wrapped his arms around her and jerked her against him, none too gently. The thick heat of his cock brushed insistently against her hip. “I’d rather enter you.” Sensation took flame and caught, igniting her into heated arousal. The frenzied beat of the music pounded as hard as her clit. “I know what you want. You’ll get it.”
    “Good. Let’s go.”
    He pulled away and tugged on her wrist but she stood firm, advancing on him once again, holding him there by lifting her leg and wrapping it around his hip. “Just dance.
    And keep watching.”
    She began to move against him with the rhythm of the music, undulating her hips against his, driving her clit against his pelvis. The ache intensified, pleasure bursting and making her clit swell. She let her head fall back and just went with the mood, letting go.
    Dylan frowned and grasped her hips while she wound her arms around his neck.
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    She raised her head, opened her eyes, drinking in his chiseled features, the frown that signaled pained arousal.