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She’d swear he was even taller and bigger than he’d been when she first walked into his home.
    “What makes you think I’m lying?”
    “I can smell your arousal.” His words stole her breath from her body. “It’s more than your nipples pressing against your sweater, aching for me to suck them. And I don’t have to touch you to know that your pussy is soaked. It’s not how your breathing is so hard that someone might think you raced around the block just now. No. I don’t need to see or touch you to know how desperately you want me right now. Your scent speaks volumes, sweetheart.”
    For a moment all she could do was stare at him. His cock pressed against his sweatpants, while images of seeing him naked the other night in the woods filled her mind.
    It dawned on her that his chest hair seemed to be thicker, that his hair was tousled on his head, yet she hadn’t run her hands through it. He seemed taller, his muscles larger. She couldn’t smell him, but she knew he was aroused also.
    And obviously when a werewolf was turned on, they got more than just a hard cock. His entire body had changed. What if he changed into a werewolf while he was fucking her?
    The thought scared the shit out of her.
    “You’re a good-looking man, but…” She wouldn’t say, but you’re a werewolf , although the words about escaped her.
    Something hardened in Marc’s expression. “Yes?” he asked, crossing powerful arms over his chest.
    She sucked in her breath, licking her lips that suddenly seemed too dry. “I’m here to discuss business. That’s all.”
    There was no way she could break away from his gaze while he seemed to stare right through her, see the truth even though she dared not speak it. Marc was not only a werewolf with heightened senses, but he was a cop.
    When he lunged forward, she jumped.
    Marc took her arm, escorting her none too gently toward the door. He almost ripped open his closet door, grabbing her coat and tossing it at her.
    “The next time you enter my den, you will admit to your emotions. I will not tolerate a second lie.” And with that he pulled open his front door, and almost shoved her into the cold night air.

Chapter Five
     
    Marc took slow, long, deep breaths once he shut his front door. He knew he had a mean temper. It was a Cariboo trait. For the most part with his work, and interacting with the lunewulf in his pack, he’d managed to keep his strong emotions in check. Werewolves in this part of British Columbia were different than the Cariboo lunewulf he’d grown up with. Hell, his father had thrown his mother over his shoulder, taking her physically from her den when he’d decided she would be his mate.
    Now he knew that wasn’t proper behavior, and wouldn’t be surprised if his parents had exaggerated the story a bit over the years while they repeatedly shared it with him and his brothers. But his upbringing hadn’t shielded emotions. When someone felt something, they expressed it. Sometimes he could barely stomach the way humans stuffed their feelings.
    He took another soothing breath, aching to tear open his front door and go after that little human. She was all wrong for him anyway. He’d told himself that numerous times before she’d shown up. It was the appeal of someone different, someone who ached to learn, for him to teach her. There was a strong appeal in that. Not to mention she was just about the sexiest thing he’d ever laid eyes on. So fragile, yet with a strong, daring personality. He liked that.
    She’d worn jeans that had hugged her petite figure, and a sweater that showed off breasts that he knew had to be well more than a handful. And her scent, her sweet, rich scent when he’d brought out the passion in her. Heather smelled better bathed in lust than any werewolf woman he’d ever been with.
    “Damn it to fucking hell,” he growled, turning from the door and smashing his palm against the wall. His pictures shook against the wall, and the flames in the