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and came.  Warmth flooded her womb, prolonging the shivers of pleasure, each pulse of his orgasm sending more tingling sparklers through her body.  He sank his teeth into her shoulder, breaking the skin as the last of the pleasure faded.  Tabitha screamed in pain, her body still struggling to hold on to the remnants of sublime happiness. 
    Slowly, her senses returned, and the air around them grew still and quiet save their combined and labored breathing.  No sound issued from the house, and for a brief moment Tabitha panicked, worried that Cera and their employees were in danger, or worse…but the warm, crushing weight of Russell’s body, the erratic pulse of his firm-but-softening cock still buried inside her, and his heavy breaths against her throat distracted her.  She groaned; his hips moved in small circles, reminding her that she was still trapped.
    Her shoulder ached—bled, no doubt, but she didn’t dare look at it.  He’d marked her.  And he was still fucking her.
    And she wanted it.  The soreness was already spreading through her lower body, but with each small movement of his hips, her wet channel grew more slick, sucked against him, drew him deeper.  She wanted to fight it.  She couldn’t come again…she would die.  But her body responded to him anyway, priming for another release.
    Russell growled again, a sound that quickly turned to a groan as his eyes rolled back in his head, and he pulled away.  Tabitha gasped as the cool night air rushed over her, and fought the urge to cry out at the sudden emptiness that left her frustrated and wanting.  She shivered.
    He muttered something unintelligible.  “Go inside,” he said to her questioning and slightly horrified gaze.  “Wait for me.”
    Before her eyes—in movement her human gaze couldn’t follow—he shifted, taking the form of that same huge, auburn wolf.  Russell howled, the sound echoing again from the house, and disappeared into the garden.
    “Weird,” Tabitha murmured, still shaking with the aftershocks of discovery and release, and reached for her discarded clothes.  Her pants weren’t a problem, but the white uniform shirt…that was another story.  Her mangled, aching shoulder trickled a steady stream of blood.  Her mind was so scattered that she couldn’t even grasp at her magic; she was so tightly wound and in need of another orgasm that she could not use her powers to repair the damage his teeth had wrought on her skin.  She had no choice but to bleed through the fabric. After all, she couldn’t go inside shirtless, now could she?
    With a wince of pain, she pulled the shirt over her raw skin and watched in horror as a flower of blood bloomed on its surface.
    Not that it mattered—grass stains crisscrossing her back already marred the smooth material.  Everyone would know what she had been doing as soon as they looked at her.  Hell, they would probably smell him on her.  Heaven knew she could still smell him on herself.
    But where did this leave her? she wondered as she trudged back toward the house.  She had never done something so rash in her life… Tabitha knew she was not the one-night-stand type of girl.  So why had she done it?
    Because she wanted him beyond what was rational.  She had braved deeper supernatural muck than she, herself was in at this particular moment.  Was it insane?  Yes.  Did she care?  Sort of.  Was she sorry it happened?
    Not in the slightest.
     
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    As he ran, Russell tried to turn off the wild thoughts in his head.  The moon had peaked at the moment of his climax, and he had held on to his humanity only long enough to keep from tearing the poor witch’s throat out.
    He could still taste her blood on his tongue, feel her lithe body wrapped around his, pulsing with release.  He hadn’t thought twice about sinking his teeth into her shoulder, leaving that mark on her skin.  The move felt so natural, and the taste of her blood flowing past his lips had only heightened