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masculine scent.
    God, it felt so good to be held right now when her whole life was falling
    apart.
    Before she realized what she was doing, she had her arms wrapped around
    his lean
    waist and had laid her head against his strong chest. His heart pounded
    heavily
    under her ear. She felt strangely safe here. Warm. Most of all, she felt
    desirable. As if maybe she weren't a total loser, after all.
    He didn't protest her hold. Instead, he held her there with his hand still on
    her face while his thumb gently stroked her cheekbone. He leaned down and
    placed
    a chaste kiss on the top of her head.
    Heat flooded her. A deep-seated need tore through her body. It was one she
    didn't understand.
    In all her life, Bride McTierney had never done anything other than what she
    was
    supposed to. She'd graduated high school and lived at home with her parents
    while she went to Tulane, where she had seldom dated and had spent more
    nights
    than not in the library.
    After graduation, she'd gotten a job as a manager at the mall until her
    grandmother had died and left her the building that now housed her shop.
    And
    here she had worked every day without fail. No matter how sick or tired she
    was.
    Bride had never taken a step on the wild side. Fear and responsibility had
    ruled
    her life from the moment of her birth.
    Yet here she sat, holding a complete stranger in her arms. A gorgeous
    stranger
    who had been kinder to her than anyone else.
    And she wanted to taste him. To know just once what it was like to actually
    kiss
    a man who looked like this.
    Lifting her head, she looked up at him and trembled with a deep-seated
    desire
    she didn't comprehend. But she felt it all the way through her.
    Don't
    She squelched the voice of reason, reached up and pulled the band from his
    hair.
    Freed, those long dark strands framed the face of heaven.
    The heat of his hazel-green eyes scorched her. He dipped his head down
    until his
    lips hovered dangerously close to hers, as if he were asking her permission.
    Breathless, she closed the distance and laid her lips against his. He growled
    deep in his throat like some animal before his kiss turned hungry,
    passionate.
    Bride was thrilled and amazed by his reaction. No man had ever seemed to
    enjoy
    kissing her as much as this one did. His strong hands cupped her head as he
    ravished her mouth as if he were starving for her and her alone.
    Vane pulled her to him as the animal inside him roared to life. It wanted her
    with a desperation that bordered on madness. He could taste her own
    passion on
    his tongue. Hear her heart beating in rapid time to his.
    Most of all, he could smell her desire and he wanted more. The animal
    inside him
    wouldn't be satisfied until it tasted her fully.
    In his world, sex had no emotional meaning. It was a biological act between
    two
    creatures to ease a female's fertile time and a male's urges. If the two wolves
    weren't mates, then there was no chance of pregnancy, nor was there any
    form of
    sexually transmitted diseases between them.
    If Bride were one of his people, he'd already have her naked on the floor.
    But she wasn't a she-wolf
    Human females were different. He'd never made love to one of them and he
    wasn't
    sure how she would react if he took her the way he would one of their
    females.
    Her kind was very frail in comparison.
    In all honesty, he didn't know why he was so hot for her now. It wasn't
    normal.
    Not once in all the centuries he had lived had he ever even contemplated
    taking
    a human lover.
    But this one
    He couldn't stop himself. Every instinct he possessed demanded he take her.
    His wolf's soul wanted to taste her. It wanted to breathe her in and let her
    softness ease the loneliness that had filled his heart these past months while
    he grieved for his sister and brother.
    Just for one moment, he wanted to feel unalone again.
    Bride shivered as Vane left her lips and trailed his kisses to her throat where
    he nibbled the sensitive skin there. His