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certainly mate. Though
there are some, like Claire’s brother, who come by their own ideas
and have decided it’s somehow sacrilegious. Such wolves believe
mating with a human ought to be forbidden.”
    “ But you obviously don’t
feel that way?” Now I was blushing furiously.
    “ No,” he said. “I don’t
feel that way.”
    I toyed with my robe belt. The
crackling fire filled the moment of silence. “So what does it
mean?” I finally asked. “To be a werewolf?”
    Cade sighed. He considered his answer
for a long moment before speaking. “It means being the embodiment
of ancient suspicion and misunderstanding. Being a werewolf means
being guarded towards all who are not your kind yet feeling the
acute loneliness of not being part of the wider world.” He lowered
his head. “Some, like my son, attempt to mingle with mainstream
humanity and they can play along for a while but long term success
in the human world is elusive. The burdens of solitude and secrecy
become too much to bear and the werewolf becomes mean. Or goes
mad.” His mouth twisted into a sardonic grin. “And then you might
see the violent bloody fanged creature of popular culture.” His
face grew serious again. I dared not make a sound or a move for
fear he would stop speaking and I had never been more fascinated by
any subject. “It means we have superior senses, feel the urge to
shift most acutely during a full moon and will be mortally wounded
by the pierce of silver although our bodies are otherwise
extraordinarily hardy.” His gaze traveled down the length of my
body once more. “Being a werewolf means we have appetites as men
do, but with added intensity which might frighten some. Now Tatum,
I need to ask a question of you.”
    “ Yes,” I breathed. And in
that moment I would have said yes to anything he asked, anything he
required.
    “ Do you like
school?”
    “ School?” I scarcely
remembered school. It seemed a century had passed since I pouted
under my comforter, jarred out of my pity party by the ringing of
the phone. “I major in history,” I said as if it would somehow
explain everything.
    Cade thought about that.
“Why?”
    I was flustered. What the hell
difference did it make if I studied molecular biology or underwater
basket weaving? It seemed we were dealing with much weightier
issues. “I don’t know. I like history. Knowing the truth about what
happened before is meaningful if you’re to figure out where you’re
going next. Does that sound lame?”
    “ Ah.” My answer pleased him
but I wasn’t sure why. “I knew you were a smart one. But you still
didn’t answer my question.”
    “ No, I don’t like school,”
I finally said. I hadn’t realized that was true. I was supposed to
earn a four year degree and then move on to a grueling postgraduate
program which would leave me crippled by decades of debt. And now
it all seemed so…unappealing. I shifted as my arousal grew. I
wanted him so badly I felt as if I would climax if he even breathed
on me too closely.
    Cade had been rolling the stubby shot
glass between his fingers. He placed it upside down on the small
table and crossed his arms. “Tatum, I want you to remove your
robe.”
    It didn’t even occur to me to disobey.
My fingers shook as I pulled at the loose knot. Slowly I dropped
the robe from my shoulders and let it sift to the floor. Though the
room was dark I did not miss the craving in his eyes as he looked
upon me. Without being asked, I unhooked my bra and freed my heavy
breasts. Cade’s breathing was ragged as he stared. Feeling bold, I
slowly rolled my panties away, the satin wet with my intense want.
I didn’t know how to render the invitation any more
plain.
    His voice was hoarse. “Tatum, you need
to understand something. If I take you even once, then you will be
mine.”
    “ Good,” I whispered though
his words sounded so final. As if entering my body were an act of
absolute possession. But even as I desperately wanted what