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crying out, and one of his hands moved around
to her thigh.
    Her inner
thighs, he found, were damp with her moisture. He caressed her there, then raised his fingers to his nose, drawing in the scent of
her. She smelled sweet and primitive and wild, and the fragrance called to
something equally wild inside him. A desperate desire began to roil inside him,
a need for the ultimate physical connection.
    He lowered his
hand and began exploring her most intimate flesh, stroking her where she was
wettest, then slowly trailing his finger over her
swollen clit. She wailed again, shuddering all over.
    “You need this
as much as I do,” he said softly.
    “It’s been a
year for me.” Her voice was hoarse with pleasure. “A year
since I lost my mate—and as much as I loved him, the animal in me needs this. Needs you.”
    He wasn’t sure he
liked hearing about her mate. Her husband. He ought to
be making sympathetic noises— oh, I’m
sorry for your loss, that’s terrible, my condolences —but all he could think
about was her with another man’s hands on her, and the thought made him more
possessive than before. She was his now, and no one else’s. He would never
countenance another man’s hands on her, never ever again. He’d fight to the
death before he’d let someone else touch her, damn it.
    He was too far
gone into lust to even wonder at the strangeness of his thoughts, the animal
fierceness of them. He stroked her clit, slowly at first, then faster, and she
clung to him, shaking and crying out.
    She was close.
He could feel it. He could smell it.
She was creaming all over his hand, wound up tight, ready to explode. But he
didn’t want her to come this way. He wanted to satisfy her totally.
    He moved his
hand away and went to his knees in front of her.

 
    *****

 
    His tongue—hot,
velvety, heavenly—found her clit. Her attempts to satisfy herself last night had
done nothing to soothe her desires. She was swollen for him, aching with the
terrible need for a mate, and three strokes of his tongue were enough to send
her over the edge. She clutched his hair and threw back her head, crying out
his name as a tremendous climax rocked her to her very foundations.
    Oh, God. Never
before—it had never been like this—not even with Bryce—
    He didn’t give
her time to pursue the slightly disloyal thought. The heat flared through her,
over and over again, and he didn’t stop, didn’t grant her mercy. His tongue was
relentless, caressing her endlessly, and she came over and over again, her
inner muscles convulsing hard, moisture flowing from her. She’d known she
needed him, that making love to him without taking her
own satisfaction had left her hot and frustrated, but she hadn’t imagined she
was this wound up.
    It went on until
she was shrieking with it, trembling, almost too weak to stay upright. At last
he slowed the motion of his tongue, allowing her to come back to earth in slowing
ripples of pleasure. And then he pulled away entirely, and she fell to her
knees heavily.
    “Mine,” he said
hoarsely, and pulled her against him. She felt the huge, hot shape of his cock,
pressing into her like a brand. Despite the incredible physical satisfaction
he’d given her, something inside her growled.
    The animal
inside her still needed to possess, and to be possessed.
    But it was too
soon. She knew that. Without a ring, he couldn’t effect the transformation
until the full moon—and the full moon was still more than a week away. She
couldn’t allow him to suffer until the full moon. And if they made love now—if
they fucked now—he would most
certainly suffer.
    “I am yours,”
she whispered, aware of the submissive tone of her own voice. Ordinarily she
was the furthest thing from submissive, but for him, she would submit. “But we
cannot—it’s not time yet—”
    “I came out here
to find you.” His voice was the growl of the predator, demanding, forceful. Dominant. He lifted her to her feet, then pushed