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going to get all of
me, Chloe. All of me .”
    Oh boy.
    She tried to argue when he cut her off, his fingers sliding
from her chin and latching on to the hair at her nape. He pulled her head back,
maintaining eye contact.
    “We’ll sort the details out later. I’m tired of keeping my
hands to myself.”
    Then he kissed her, lips soft but demanding, his tongue
lashing out to tease the cavern of her mouth. It shouldn’t have been possible
to swoon but swoon she did. Her knees buckled, the warmth from his body seeping
into hers. His hand drifted down and he palmed her ass, squeezing just hard
enough that she groaned. She’d forgotten what a master he was with his fingers,
how expertly he put them to use.
    “So sweet and hot,” he growled into her mouth, yanking her
forward and rolling his hips, making the world crumble around her. “And all
fucking mine .”
     
    He’d tried to do the right thing. Chloe deserved answers,
not the mindless fucking he had in mind. The beautiful female was confused. She
was scared. But she was also turned-on. Hell, she’d been turned-on since the
moment their skin had collided. Her scent called to him as no other’s had.
Tomorrow he could tell her everything she wanted to know. For now he had to
calm her fears and show her he would take care of her, regardless of the cost.
    He basked in her taste—sweet as sugar and tempting as sin.
Her soft curves molded to him, her rounded ass the perfect size for his hand.
She whimpered as he squeezed the giving flesh, his fingers digging into her
jeans. Tugging her forward, he thrust his cock against her stomach and rolled
his hips. The beast in him wanted to yank down her pants, force her onto her
hands and knees and fuck her madly from behind.
    Not yet.
    She yelped when he lifted her and carried her in the
direction of the bedroom. He caught the sound in his mouth, growling in
pleasure as her surprise turned to hunger. Her lips parted and their tongues
danced—touching, teasing and drifting apart. He’d be lucky if he didn’t come
with his first taste of her, undone by the sweetness of her pussy as he lapped
at her slit. He could smell her—hot, honeyed and primed for the taking.
    They entered his bedroom and he headed for the bed. He carefully
lowered her to the mattress, bringing his body over hers, forcing her knees
apart so he could slide his hips between her thighs. He could feel the heat of
her cunt through his jeans. The scent of her arousal tickled his nose. The
white glow from the moon slithered through the curtains and caressed her face,
the shadows on the bed a combination of black and gray. Her irises changed
color, shifting from grassy green to vibrant emerald in the light.
    “I’m gonna eat you up,” he growled against her lips, nipping
gently. “I want to hear every little noise you make.”
    She helped him tug off her jacket, violent as she ripped the
material from her torso. He felt her fingers shaking when their hands met, her
lithe body squirming beneath him. She was eager and ready as he was. When
they’d first started dreamsharing, she’d been nervous and inhibited during
their sexual interludes. Now—real, willing and in his arms—the minx was wild
and out of control.
    Just the way I want her.
    Somehow he managed to remove her sweater without tearing the
downy cotton, pulling it over her head along with an equally soft camisole. He
bit back a curse when he saw her bra, her hard pink nipples visible through
lace. After he removed the skimpy garment, he took a moment to appreciate the view.
    Her flawless skin reflected the rays of the moon—pale, silky
and smooth. Her breasts were full and lush, nipples hard and waiting to be
touched. Before the night was over he intended to leave love bites all over her
creamy flesh, including one on the fleshy portion of her throat and shoulder
for the world to see.
    My woman. My mate.
    A surge of possessiveness seared through him. The wolf
wanted to come inside her and mark Chloe