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wolves of both packs leapt for the throats of their
enemies. The lead vampire signaled to the other shadows and the sky
was filled with terrible shrieks and dark shapes.
    The wolf Kiko, Marcus’s brother, found me
there on the ground. I wrapped my arms gratefully around his strong
neck and he carried me out of the melee. We had moved several
hundred yards but I plainly heard the thrashing, and the screams of
animal pain. Kiko stood in front me, still as stone, his face
pointed towards the battle and I understood. He had been ordered to
protect me.
    It was over quickly. An ominous silence
reigned. My shaking hands clung to the ragged remains of my dress.
Kiko did not move.
    I gasped as the first wolf burst through the
brush. “Marcus!” I cried. He approached me gently, softly keening
his sorrow over my wounds as he licked the blood from my face. “I’m
all right,” I whispered as I buried my face in his shoulder. “I’m
all right now.” My arms went around him and I wept.
    The other Dark Claws followed momentarily. The
stood back on their haunches and eyed me with sympathy. I looked at
each of them. My pack, my family. “Thank you,” I said.
    Then Marcus’s strong arms were holding me and
I cried out with joy as he lifted me from the ground and carried me
deeper into the woods. “There is a stream nearby,” he
said.
    The other Dark Claws hung back as he brought
me to the water. He set me down softly and cupped water in his
hands, urging me to drink. All the peril of the last few hours
caught up to me and I struggled to clear my head as Marcus smoothed
my hair and whispered endearments.
    “What happened?” I asked, referring to the
fight.
    Marcus grinned wryly, his look far away. “The
vampires move more quickly than we do. They tore open those
wretched bastards before we could blink. Except Rocco.” His eyes
narrowed. “I got to Rocco first.”
    I took his warm hand and put it to my lips.
“He didn’t hurt me much. I mean, he didn’t get to…” My voice
trailed off and Marcus looked at me with such a searching
tenderness I wanted to weep again.
    He pushed a curl from my forehead, the way he
had done the night we met, the night he claimed me. “My brave
girl.”
    The water was cool. I eagerly sank into the
stream and let it wash away the night’s humiliations. Marcus
watched me. I stood up straight. Water dripped from my body as I
touched myself lightly. He read my intentions and
smiled.
    As I sank down into the soft ground I pulled
him to me. My legs eagerly wrapped around him. I was open. I was
ready. His arousal matched mine and I could barely stand not having
it inside me. It needed it desperately. The throbbing rhythm of his
thrusts, the hot spurt of his orgasm. I needed him to cover me with
his scent.
    “Take me,” I commanded.
    The werewolf did as he was told.

THE LAST WEREWOLF BRIDE 3: With
Wolf
    L anguidly I rolled over and
began to stimulate my mate as he slept. A small smile played on
Marcus’s lips as his eager body responded to my touch. The creamy
warmth between my legs was a known companion after all these months
and surfaced more frequently as my belly swelled.
    He was ready momentarily and I swung one leg
around and straddled him. Marcus opened a dark eye and groaned as I
buried him in my moist depths. His large hands reached for me,
rolling the lacy black lingerie over my tender breasts. My hard
nipples relished the feel of his tongue as my body rocked over his
in a familiar rhythm. He stroked the large belly which rested on
his chest as the inhabitant within rolled gently.
    I reached climax so much more quickly as my
pregnancy progressed. The hunger in my body grew with the child it
hosted. I never tired of the shuddering bliss of an orgasm. I
wondered if anyone did.
    Marcus let me ride him to conclusion. The
warmth of his body’s release washed through me. But that seed would
not find a place. The position was already taken.
    I reluctantly allowed his spent organ to leave
my