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knowing what he would do if she said no. He wanted her badly.
    Summer didn’t answer, just turned her head to rub her nose in his palm. He nearly pulled his hand away in surprise. It was the sort of thing he had done with Leevi during hunt nights when they were both in their wolf bodies, rubbing his nose into Leevi’s fur, wanting to feel the softness on his face. That was when being a wolf was still new, and in some ways exciting. Before he found out the truth. He wondered if it was the wolf in him noticing these things now, or if his wolf brought these things out in others.
    He didn’t have time to consider that further when she suddenly moved back, a playful look on her face. “If you want me, you’ll have to catch me.” And she darted away. Momentarily surprised, he barked a laugh, and then frowned at himself, hoping she didn’t notice it was more of a bark than a laugh, and, resisting the urge to drop to all fours, he lunged after her.
    Her sporting background gave her some speed, and he missed her as she scampered in between the furniture. Instinctively he growled, baring his teeth, and she giggled. “Oooo. Trying to play big bad wolf, are we?”
    Choking at her comment, he composed himself. “There is no way you are Little Red Riding Hood, despite the hair.” Seeing that she wasn’t put off by his behavior, but actually enjoyed it, he let out a little of his wolf, narrowing his eyes, tensing his body, and continuing to growl as he stalked her around the sofa in the direction of his bedroom. She just laughed and backed away, turning to wiggle her luscious backside to him while peering over her shoulder.
    His heart leaped in his chest as she did this. It was so like what he and Leevi had done. Only back then he had been the one making that particular gesture.
    Finally she was up against the bed and stood there waiting for him, biting her lip in what looked almost like uncertainty. He moved forward slowly, letting his hackles subside and gently clasping her head in his hands as he nuzzled her face, giving in to the earlier urge to lick her cheek as she stroked his hair and pushed her hips against his.
    Taking hold of her on both sides of her waist, Rik found he could easily lift her, despite the fact that she was nearly as tall as he was, and threw her onto the bed. She laughed as she landed on her back and started to scramble away again.
    He wasn’t having any of it, and, grabbing her ankles, he swiftly pulled her toward him as he knelt on the bed. She squealed as her legs were spread to either side of him, and he pushed his face into her lace-covered pussy. Taking a deep breath, he pushed his nose into her as much as he could. God, she smells good. It was the smell of arousal, of woman, of primeval need.
    When he snuffled her, taking in several quick sniffs, she pushed at his head, laughing. “Hey.” Hell, he had let out more of his wolf than he realized, and abruptly he reined himself in. Ever since the time he had left Leevi he had refused to let his wolf out again, but he did have to fight hard to keep it at bay, particularly during the three nights of the full moon, and times of strong emotion. But it had never happened when he had been in bed with anyone, just when he was angry or upset. Shit . He needed to calm down.
    The problem was Summer wasn’t making it easy as she scooted out from under him quickly pulling off her underwear as she ducked her head to take his cock in her mouth. Her lips, wrapped around his erect silky cockhead, protruding past his foreskin, were blissful. “Christ, Summer. Hell and damnation, that feels good.”
    She giggled around him, causing vibrations to rake all over his skin and her teeth to rub against him before she sucked deeply, drawing her mouth down his length until he was nearly out before returning, her forehead resting on his pubes.
    He shuddered and gritted his teeth, fighting the need to come then and there. He pulled out of her with a wet pop. “Enough, girl.