NocC 010 - The Ancients 04 - Bonnie Vanak - Seduced by the Wolf - Harlequin 2012-03

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gentle and cherishing. A masculine fragrance of spice and pine engulfed her, Jarrett’s very male scent stamping into her skin to mark her. Rough calluses on his palms rubbed over her sensitive skin.
    Moans filled the air. She naturally arched into his touch as he slid a palm over her hip and tunneled through the silky curls between her legs. Teasing, he slid a long finger inside her, coaxing out moisture to prepare her for his entry. He was breathing heavily, color flooding his face, his expression fierce, yet she sensed he leashed the primitive wildness inside him.
    Her skin felt stretched tight over bone. Before she’d been frozen, pain screeching along her nerve endings. Now delicious heat filled every pore. She’d suspected making love with Jarrett would be consuming, but never knew it could be this powerful. This earthy and raw. He rubbed his body over hers in sensual, teasing strokes, a small smile playing about his mouth. This playful side of him was the Jarrett she’d known, the Jarrett who’d laughed and chased her until they’d both tumbled, breathless and panting, into the meadow, the sweet smell of grass as sharp as their desire.
    She could do a little playing of her own. With a small growl, she straddled him, her hands pinning down his broad shoulders. Surprise flared on his face, then he grinned.
    “Think you can keep me here?”
    “I’m stronger than I look.”
    “Maybe. Or not. This isn’t my natural position, sweetheart. I’m always on top.”
    With effortless grace, he sat up, hooked her about the waist and rolled over, reversing their positions. Jarrett slid a thigh between her legs, spreading them open.
    Ariel quivered, breathless with need. It became a hot, stabbing force, erasing everything but the desire to have this man inside her.
    His smile dropped, his features becoming taut and dangerous. She sensed the power inside him, felt him tense.
    And then she caught the subtle shift in the air. Her nostrils flared with a mixture of several different scents.
    Ariel turned her head toward the bedroom door.
    Several men lingered there. They approached, lust clouding their gazes, their features hard and feral. Sam, who vowed to die for Jarrett, now looked ready to kill him for being Ariel’s lover. He pointed to Ariel and snarled.
    “Mine. She’s mine.”
    “Touch her and I’ll rip you to pieces.” The softness of Jarrett’s voice alarmed her. He acted controlled, but she knew he’d carry through with the threat. A primitive possessiveness claimed him. He held control over his beast by a thin thread and soon that would snap.
    “We can’t do this,” she told Jarrett. “It’s too dangerous.”
    Shocked, she saw Jarrett turn back to her. His face intent, his mouth covered hers in a possessive kiss. He stroked inside her mouth, slow and certain, but his mouth was gentle, not crushed to hers. Arousal pounded through her, heightened by the muscled weight atop her. Jarrett moved his knee, rubbing between her thighs. The silky brush of hair on his legs inflamed her sensitive skin. Her tongue darted out, touched his as he deepened the kiss.
    The internal glow of her arousal spilled outward, bathing them in soft white light. Ariel couldn’t suppress the natural energy.
    “Jarrett,” she cried out.
    Jarrett pulled back, his gaze burning into her. “Let it go. Shh. Let it go.”
    The air grew thick with the salty tang of sex hovering in the air. Power hummed inside her, singing secrets as ancient as feminine instinct.
    The hard lust on the men’s faces faded. Their expressions changed.
    Into the bedroom drifted the men’s mates. Their faces soft with love, their bodies taut with desire. One by one, they took their mate’s hands and left the bedroom.
    Ariel tried to push herself up to see what was happening, but he caught her wrists and pinned them down.
    An odd mixture of grief, joy and tenderness shadowed his expression. He brought his face close to hers and kissed her again with absolute

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