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could tell she was on the edge and he circled her opening with his thumb.  Having barely inserted his digit he felt her channel ripple and she exploded.  He waited until she’d stopped contracting around his thumb and he pulled back to look at her flushed face.
    “Well, hot damn, Honeybun.”
    Katarina’s sparkling eyes looked into his smug face as she pushed him onto his back on the carpeted floor.  “I said don’t call me that.”  His jeans were unfastened and she pulled them down to mid-thigh.  His cock sprang proud and free from the hole on his boxers.  She didn’t have time, or the inclination to remove them so she simply lined their bodies up and sank down on his length.
    Hearing his hiss and the tightening of his muscles was satisfying for Katarina.  She rocked on top of him loving the way his boxers were abrading her clit and providing another element of friction to her pleasure.  Looking down at Dante’s tightly closed eyes she reached down and tweaked his nipple which had his eyes flying open and his hands grabbing her hips.  “Yes, Dante.”
    Dante couldn’t hold out much longer.  He grabbed her hips and hoped she’d accept his apology later.  He moved her up and down faster and faster changing the angle so he was hitting her g-spot.  They were both panting when Katarina threw her head back and screamed her release while holding onto his chest and digging her short nails into his muscles.  He went over the top with her and howled his satisfaction.
    Dante had to clinch his teeth to the point of pain to prevent himself from sinking his fangs deep into her.  What the fuck was that about?
    They both fell into a sated sleep still connected in the most intimate of ways.

 
    Chapter 5
     
    Katarina woke slowly feeling much too hot.  It was then she realized there was a naked male at her back, his huge arm slung over her side and his morning wood pressed to her backside.  She had to give herself credit; she didn’t panic until she looked up and saw a woman looking down at her.  She screamed causing Dante to wake up and cover her entire body with his; what was he doing?
    Bailey put her hands over her ears.  “Shut it, Miss Fuzzykins.”
    Only then did Katarina realize this was Dante’s twin sister and the woman she had previously wronged by attempting several things in order to steal land from her new pack.  Shit.
    Dante heard his sister and lifted his head.  “What are you doing here Bailey?”
    “I noticed you sent Dallas away for a few days so I came to have your back.  That’s what family is for.  You should have told me that you were having problems.”
    “I’m not having problems.”  Dante went to rise from the floor where they’d fallen asleep when Katarina gripped his shoulders and pulled him back down; it was only then he remembered she was nude, like him.  “Maybe you could leave for a few minutes so we can make ourselves more presentable.”
    Bailey looked down at Katarina.  “So, I guess you like the new pack, eh?  I’d even go as far as to say your moving up the chain pretty quickly if your boinking my brother.”
    Katarina shoved Dante off her hard and stood, naked as the day she was born.  “I have no intentions toward Dante.  The fool man got me drunk on buns for crying out loud.  I doubt he even knew what he was doing.”  She turned to Dante, “I’m sorry that we had intercourse, it won’t happen again.  The baked goods get me a little nutzo.  In future when you make them please let me know so I can leave and this does not happen again.”
    Katarina, with a stiff spine, began walking toward the door only to pause and sniff the air.  She turned and found the pan of cinnamon buns at the end of the bed.  There was one left.  She leapt for the remaining bun and walked out of the room taking large bites and sighing.
    Bailey rounded on him, “She’s a bear.”
    He shrugged.  “So.”
    “You knew those buns would drive her crazy didn’t