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    Snapping the curtain closed, she quickly stripped down and climbed into bed clad only in her bra and panties.  Lying between the crisp sheets, she struggled to push the thoughts of Barron from her mind.  For some strange reason the memory of Barron leaning naked over her seemed unwilling to leave her brain.  It was silly.  She’d seen plenty of men naked.  Shifters weren’t shy about nudity.  Hell, most still hadn’t even learned to regenerate clothing with their shifts. But there was something about Barron and his body.  She kept seeing his thick chest and tapered waist, the ridge of muscle at his hips that held the heavy weight of his cock.  It’d reminded her of a ripe fruit, heavy with juice and prime for the taking.  Involuntarily her tongue darted out to wet her lips as she wondered if he’d be sweet.
    Christ! She blushed.  Had she just been fantasizing about sucking Barron Kane’s cock?  What in the hell had gotten into her?   Him.   He’d gotten into her, or at least she wished he would.
    The thought was jarring.  Barron was the first man she’d thought about sexually, and it had her body feeling all prickly and…achy.  Her skin was sensitive everywhere the sheet touched her, and the tight fabric of her bra against her nipples and satin of her panties against her suddenly throbbing clit was torture.
    Reaching under the covers, she removed her bra and panties then sagged back into the bed.  It didn’t help.  She needed… something.   She should have been worn out from cleaning and being up all night, but her body was humming with anticipation, her wolf refusing to rest.  Kicking out of her blankets, she lay naked on the bed, her breathing heavy in the darkness.  The image of Barron Kane refused to leave her.  Had she ever met a more virile male?  No!   He was nothing like Garner, but admittedly he was what she expected an Alpha to be.  Brooding good looks shrouded in an ever-present cloak of danger and violence.  His mere presence commanded respect and his looks…  She licked her lips.  The man was fucking hot!
    Fuck it!   Alone in her room, with no one to judge, Willa closed her eyes and imagined Barron lying over her.  His bronzed, taut flesh, warm as it held her down.  Biting her lip, she trailed her fingers up her thigh, chill bumps rising in their wake.  Curling her fingers in the light hair on her mound, she bent her knees, planting her feet on the bed as she let her legs fall open, her mind seeing Barron as he’d been earlier.  Naked on the hillside, his heavy cock hanging low.  Her finger sluiced through her wet folds as she imagined it was his tongue.  The feel, coupled with the vision, sent a punch of lust shooting through her.  Christ!   She’d pleasured herself before, but she’d never been as primed as this.
    Two dainty fingers dipped into her and her back arched, her breathing suddenly suspended as she thought of Barron’s thick cock plowing into her.  She slammed her hand home and thrust her fingers deep, but it wasn’t enough.  Now-wet fingers pulled free and slicked up to her clit where she began to rub while her free hand lifted to cup her breast and pull at her nipple.  This was going to be fast.
    Biting her lip to keep her mewls of pleasure from escaping, she moved her hand lower again to slide her fingers back inside while her thumb worked her clit in slow sensual circles.  “Barron.” She couldn’t help but whisper his name.  She needed to know how it felt on her tongue as she indulged in sexual pleasure.  Part of her brain screamed, ‘WHAT ARE YOU DOING?’ while the other half shut that bitch down and imagined Barron’s brooding face inches from hers as he fucked into her rough and hard.  Her channel seized and she gasped quietly, her legs locking around her hand as her thumb slowed but continued to work to draw out her orgasm.
    Finally sated, Willa fell into an exhausted slumber with a contented smile on her