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Heat?”
    “She’s in a haze,” Heath answered with exasperation. “I had to coerce her to forget the vampire misting her.” He scrubbed his face with a wearying hand. “She thinks she’s dreaming.”
    “Wake her up!” Mason’s violet eyes bugged out of his head. “Bane’s gonna kill me if something happens to Molly! I smell more shifters on the outskirts of Captiva Island,” Mason growled. “At least four, do you want them after her?”
    “I can smell them.” Hastily, Heath took Molly and brought her to the outside of the truck. “Tailgate,” he bit out to Rune. Carrying her around back as Rune dropped the truck’s tailgate. “Shirts.” Rune and Mason pulled off their shirts and placed them on the cold metal of the truck. It would have to do. “Molly, wake up,” he whispered, coaxing her mind to consciousness.
    “Heath,” she said, looking around at the trees and the moon. The other werewolves made sure they were out of her line of sight. “What’s going on?”
    He hated telling even a partial lie to his beloved mate, but he hadn’t a choice. “You got totally bombed at The Blue Pelican, left with a complete stranger -”
    “Stranger?” she gasped, her brows drawing together.
    “Well, do you remember his name?”
    “No.”
    “Then he’s a stranger, lass”
    “I also don’t remember drinking that much.”
    He sighed. “Most alcoholics don’t.”
    Her eyes lit up like twin flames. “I’m not an alcoholic.”
    “Denial won’t heal you.”
    She pushed at his chest. “That’s enough.”
    “Not nearly.” He leaned in, trailing kisses down her throat. She moaned, arching her back and clutching at his hair. Then Heath heard Mason unzip his pants with a whispered groan. As some were scentless, Heath glanced around to check for shifters because his supposed guards were preoccupied with taking themselves in hand.
    Since things appeared calm around the perimeter, he murmured to Molly, “Luckily, I was takin’ a stroll on Lighthouse Beach and found you in the throes with this stranger .” He twirled his tongue against the shell of her ear, making her tremble for his next touch. “I didn’t like what I saw.” She wrapped her legs around his hips, so he pulled her panties to the side, brushing his knuckles up and down her sodden cleft.
    “Heath, I really don’t remember.”
    “You didn’t forget much,” he whispered, pulling himself through his zipper with his opposite hand. “Your stranger-lover wasn’t packin’ anythin’ close to this.” He gripped the base of his shaft and circled it on her dripping labia, loving her slick and swollen for his taking. Considering his tribal inflixx, there wasn’t any way he could truly penetrate Molly tonight without thoroughly going down on her in the werewolf way. It would take some serious time to get her body pliable and accepting. But if she needed his ejaculation to ease her Heat, that’s what he would give her. “You don’t need him. You’re with me now, and I’m not a stranger.” He nipped her right where he wanted to place his mark. “Say the word, lass.” Molly tightened her thighs around his hips, threading her sex on his tip, but he held firm. “Yes or no. I want to hear the word.”
    “Yes.”
    He pushed his entire head all inside his mate. Feeling the soft ridges of her channel accepting him for the first time was incredible, though it wasn’t enough. He wanted more, wanted to shove his cock all the way inside her and make her forget about coupling with any other male. He curled one arm under her knee, spreading her open. Even with just using his cockhead, he was too much for her gentle sex. “You’re so tight, Molly.” He circled his hips, swirling his head, hitting all those nerve endings ringing her entrance. “I swear you’re untried.” And already, he was about to come.
    “I’m going to…Heath.”
    Apparently, so was she. With his thumb poised over her swollen clit, he pressed the pink flesh to the side,