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at Lissa, but doubted she’d ever be so
blessed.
    Kelly drifted into sleep thinking about her friends and
their love, clinging to the longing for a love of her own. Maybe that’s why the
first face that met her in her dreams was Marc’s. He was everything she wanted
in a man, but he wasn’t for her. Immortal and impossible, it could never work
between them.
    “About time you got here.” Marc met her with a lopsided
smile. “We’ve been waiting for hours.”
    “We?”
    Marc moved aside, and she saw Dmitri there, leaning against
a pillar in the weird dreamscape. They were in a forested glade, in the
sunlight. This had to be a dream. Neither of the men could take the sun.
    Woods were all around them, sparkling with life. Four pillars
in the Greek style surrounded a giant platform bed hung with billowing white
silk curtains. It was like something out of an old Disney film, only with much
naughtier overtones.
    Dmitri moved forward to stand beside Marc. “Do you like the
décor?” He waved a casual hand toward the trees with a polite arch of one
eyebrow.
    “It’s beautiful. It reminds me of a movie I saw once, but
without the were wolves.” She laughed, liking the ambient sound of the
forest around her.
    “You want a were wolf?” Marc looked scandalized.
    “Not a problem.” Dmitri waved one hand and a howl sounded
through the forest, sending a shiver down her spine.
    A moment later, a giant timber wolf stepped into the
clearing. Kelly was frozen in place, though her first instinct was to rush over
to Marc and cling to him for protection. The wolf began to change and from one
moment to the next the wolf was gone and in his place was a man. A very
muscular, very handsome, very naked man.
    “Who’s he?” Marc’s low-voiced question was directed at
Dmitri, but Kelly heard him.
    “The Alpha of the wolf pack that lives near me. He’s
actually not a bad guy, once you get to know him, but he’s not really here.
He’s just decoration.”
    “Are you saying were wolves really exist?” Kelly
turned to Marc, seeking answers.
    “Ah, ma cherie , you did not know?” Marc stepped up to
her and touched her face, stroking her skin with gentle fingers as his gaze
captured hers. “There are were wolves, were cats, were hawks.
All sorts of predator spirits sharing souls with men and women all over this
globe.”
    “This is too weird.”
    “You don’t like him?” Dmitri asked, reclaiming her
attention. “No problem.” He waved again and the naked wolfman disappeared.

Chapter Six
    “How did you do that? Did you just do that?” She looked from
where the wolfman had been to Dmitri and back, but Dmitri only raised that
aristocratic eyebrow of his and said something to Marc in French that was too
rapid for her to follow.
    A moment later, Marc’s hands wrapped around her waist from
behind and his lips touched the side of her neck. Shivers raced like lightning
down her spine at his sudden, surprising, utterly devastating movements. He was
warm against her back, his hands spanning her waist with open palms to cover as
much skin as possible and suddenly she realized her plain cotton nightgown had
turned into something much more sinful.
    A silk gown flowed to the ground from just under her
breasts. It was open at the front, flaring away from the middle of her chest,
leaving her skin bare except for a tiny g-string barely covering the spot
between her legs that was becoming wetter by the second. Marc’s hands roamed
lower, teasing the elastic band at the top of her panties, covering her tummy
and making little sparks of excitement burst inside. She melted back against
him.
    “What’s going on? Marc?”
    “ Ssh , ma petite . Let us take care of you.” His
hand dipped lower, beneath the g-string and into the damp curls at the apex of
her thighs. Her hips lifted, inviting him deeper. “Good girl,” he breathed at
her ear. “I can feel how much you want me. Almost as much as I want you.”
    “You were right, Marc, she is