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can’t just give a woman a taste of heaven then snatch it back. That’s just evil. “Breed me, fuck me, whatever—I just really need you inside me.”
    Yes, I may be desperate for it, but the high-powered plunge is a shock to my system. I burst again on impact, mouth all agape, my body unsure whether to explode or melt. This is far beyond an orgasm. Holy shit, it is volcanic. I can’t decide what’s better—the burning friction of our bodies or the look of raw, unadulterated passion on his face above me. In the light of the full moon I can almost see his wolf, and I love it.
    Yep, I’m taking it all. And damn, is he giving it to me.
    “Give me everything,” my wolf demands, as if he reads my mind.
    I will. I do. It’s already his. A new set of quakes begin deep in my womb, radiating outward. I wrap my legs around his thrusting, sweaty body, giving him all I can. I think I’m prepared for the earthquake I feel coming, but when those fangs sink into the soft flesh of my breast I’m lost. There are explosions on top of the earthquake, and my vision actually blurs as I feel a rush of semen gushing inside me, the piercing sting of his bite setting me aflame. Oh, shit, I think I’m dying. No, I think I may be dead.
    “Fuck, baby, you really are perfection,” Rannulf groans as he falls forward, trapping me beneath him. I don’t mind; it’s a much-needed anchor to keep me from floating away. “I don’t know how I’m ever going to share you.”
    Wait—WHAT?

Chapter VII
    Rannulf
     
    “I’m supposed to whore for how many horny wolves?”
    Well, at least she’s not referring to me or my kind as dogs. Plus, Kamra finally has a grasp of the difference between shifters and werewolves. It’s unbelievable that no one has ever thought to teach her these things. Damn, she looks delectable wearing nothing but my shirt and boots. It’s hard to keep my eyes on the road, but I really need to get her back to the den. I need to take her again, and a bed would be nice.
    “You’ve seriously never known there are shifter wolves?” I ask incredulously, half because I need to change the subject. The thought of sharing my mate with others in my command isn’t sitting with me as well as it should. Had my sires felt this way? I’d never thought to ask before now; it’s just the way things are. “No one in your coven saw to the education of the young?”
    Supernaturals tend to stay within their own tight-knit groups. It is simply safer that way. Accidental discovery is inevitable, hence the legends we inspire. But an all-out revealing of our existence would be catastrophic. Humans are such a trigger-happy lot.
    “I don’t have a coven.” Her voice is quiet. Too quiet. I don’t like the pain in her gaze as she focuses on the passing scenery—such as it is. Despite the full moon, it is rather dark in the country. Besides, there isn’t much to see, just trees lining the dark road.
    I’ve taken her twice more since the first two times. I just can’t seem to get enough. My dick is still half hard, missing the hot, wet snugness of her pussy. Really, my woman has the prettiest pussy it’s ever been my pleasure to behold. The downy, ebony pubic hair is all shaped and trimmed, her labia just the right amount of puffy. And her taste...I’m licking my lips greedily, savoring any traces that might linger. Fuck, now I’m at full staff. I’ve gotta stop this or I’ll be pulling over and ripping my shirt off of her and mounting her again. Barely stifling a growl, I punch the engine. I really need to get to the den.
    “Witches with your kind of power are rare,” I muse, not only prodding for answers to the mystery of Kamra Sama , but also because I need a distraction. I don’t want to come off like an asshole, even if I am one, so I’m trying not to be insensitive. A little warning if I can expect a bunch of witches to descend on me and my pack would be nice. “Most covens would never allow a female like you loose on the