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with its scent so that every werewolf
she encountered would know she was taken. A good thing, because the man wanted
the same thing. He couldn’t wait to feel the clasp of his mate’s pussy around
his cock, to finally learn just how hot and tight she’d be.
    He popped the button to her jeans and started yanking on the
zipper when she stopped him, her voice husky. “Wait.”
    Everything in him rebelled, the wolf fighting for dominance,
wanting to fuck its female until they were gasping for breath, bodies covered
in the smell of sex. Only the bitter smell of fear quieted the animal, allowing
the man to take control. He had to be tender with her.
    Forcing the primal emotions aside, he struggled to put
Chloe’s needs first. He didn’t take his fingers away from the zipper but he
stopped the downward motion of his hand.
    “Easy.” He attempted to calm her, peering into her eyes.
    Her irises were even lighter now, the portion of her that
responded to his wolf riding the line. He understood her terror then, becoming
aware of the source of her anxiety. Along with the fragrance of fear was the
musky call of her arousal—her wolf’s arousal.
    She didn’t understand— couldn’t understand —what she
was experiencing.
    Lowering his head and brushing his nose against hers, he
softened his voice, gentling her with words. “You’re hurting, aren’t you, baby?
You want me so bad you ache with it. Don’t be afraid. I told you I’d take care
of you and I meant it. You’re safe with me. I give you my word.”
    “This is wrong,” she moaned, arching her hips and pressing
her mound against his fingers. “I should make you stop.”
    Like hell. “How is this wrong?”
    Against his better judgment, he lifted his hand and slid his
fingers beneath the lacy trim of her panties. As he’d known, her pussy was
drenched. He slid the pads of his fingers against the swollen crease, coating
them with her cream, gliding up and down her slit.
    “Do you want me to go down on you, Chloe girl? You’re so
ready I can practically taste you.” When he slid his fingers free she cried
out. “I’m going to do everything you’ve dreamed about and then some.”
    Since she was nervous about removing her clothing, he
decided to even the score. Reaching over his shoulder, he pulled his T-shirt
over his head. The brisk air hit his skin, cooling the sensitized flesh. He
considered ordering Chloe to lick his chest, to tease him as she’d done in
their dreams, but he didn’t. Right now he had to keep stoking the fire. She
wanted him, she just didn’t know how much.
    Not yet.
    He brought his torso down so their stomachs collided—fair
skin clashing with tan, softness cushioning muscle. Her hesitancy vanished, her
small hands drifting up to clutch his arms. He couldn’t prevent the growl that
crept up his throat or the way he thrust his hips against her. The moment he’d
entered Chloe’s dreams she’d put her mark on him. He was useless to other
females, meaning he’d had to take care of his own needs. It had only been a
matter of time until they met but he’d never thought it would be like this.
With her sweet and soft in his arms, trusting him even though she wasn’t aware
of the eccentricities involved when mating with a shifter.
    “I’m going to start here.” He pulled at her underwear and
jeans, intentionally skimming the back of his hand against her burning pussy.
“And work my way up.”
    This time she didn’t protest, aiding him by lifting her
pelvis. The delicate curve of her stomach flexed, displaying the tender, toned
muscles of her abdomen. After he slid off her shoes and socks, he removed her
jeans. She was as lean as he remembered, her shape that of a female werewolf,
although less muscular than most—lithe and strong, trim and curved in all the
right places.
    His gaze rested on her sex, his wolf howling in pleasure at
the sight of trimmed blonde curls. The lips of her cunt were swollen and pink.
Her flesh glistened in