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closer, slowly stalking, quiet as a wolf. Fear fluttered in her belly, mixing with an unwelcome dose of desire. When he was within touching distance, he placed his hands on her bent knees. The warmth of his touch made her skin tingle.
    “If I’m sticking my dick in it, I’ll call it whatever I want. Let me see this magic pussy.”
    His hands exerted the gentlest of pressure as he spread her legs. Proving that Declan wasn’t totally immune to her effect, his nostrils flared and a low growl trembled in his throat. His eyes turned molten gold.
    She let him look his fill. The moment his mouth opened to speak, she said, “I’m tired.”
    His brows twitched up and something like disappointment settled on his face. “Coward.”
    She lifted her chin and pulled away from him, ignoring the way her skin buzzed and tingled where he’d touched her. Standing, she took a big step away from him.
    “I’ve had enough for tonight.” She swept her gaze around the room. Eli had woken up at some point and watched her with disappointment. She couldn’t read the expression on Case’s face, but she didn’t try very hard.
    She could handle Declan thinking she was a coward. She couldn’t handle Case thinking it.
    She wasn’t ready to claim Declan. She didn’t know if she’d ever be.
    She turned toward the door, abandoning her pile of clothes on the floor. Case was right. What was the point?
    “I’m going up to bed. We’ll figure it out in the morning.”
    And if her heat was gone by then, so be it.
     

Chapter Four
     
    The female was in his room. In his shower. Declan could hear the sound of her singing above the rush of water. She had a pretty voice, a warm alto that soothed the wolf clawing beneath the surface of his skin. The blankets on his bed were rumpled. Her smell would be there, trapped in the cotton sheets.
    Tearing his gaze from the bed, he crossed the room to his closet. He’d come for a fresh pair of jeans, not to wrestle with Maggie again. She would claim him, or she wouldn’t. It was just like it’d been with Margot.
    That’s what he should think about—Margot. Not the soft voice singing in the next room or the smell of female-in-heat. Not the memory of how soft Maggie’s skin had felt beneath his hands. He should think about Margot and what a female alpha was truly like without the lure of heat to cloud a man’s judgment.
    Case’s sister had always liked to toy with him, treating him like a servant when she was a child and then flirting with him once she hit puberty. She’d slept with him for the first time after her first year of college. Then she’d told him all about her human boyfriend before the sweat had dried on their bodies. She’d said she wanted to know what it was like to fuck a wolf before making the decision on whether to take a mate.
    She liked to fuck him. She liked rough. Declan thought the knowledge that he hated her turned Margot on. He hadn’t hated her. He’d loved her. The pack princess. He’d expected her to call on him when her heat started.
    She hadn’t. She went human, left the pack, and sold off a huge chunk of their territory. She didn’t even look at him when she came to the lodge occasionally to visit with Case. That was the sum of his experience with women. Maybe Maggie wasn’t like that, but even if she was just as sweet as she appeared to be, it didn’t mean he could be the kind of mate she needed. If she was just as sweet as she appeared to be, he’d probably break her within the week.
    But then, she hadn’t run screaming yet.
    He grabbed a pair of jeans off the shelf and a clean T-shirt and turned for the door. He’d promised that he’d stay here today and he would do that. He’d do his best to be civil, to act human, and the rest was up to Maggie.
    Maggie stopped singing and the water cut off. He froze, halfway across the room. Before he started walking again, the door to the attached bathroom opened and Maggie stepped into the room.
    She was naked, covered