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made his dick jerk against the zipper of his jeans. Now he understood what had his brothers all fired up. Hearing a moan and another splash, he ground his teeth and adjusted his throbbing dick.
    Justin turned to him with a scowl. “Get her to hurry the hell up before I go in there, haul her out, and jump her bones.”
    “Maybe you should go for a run.” Chet cursed the low, gravelly tone of his voice as his wolf made its presence known, his control hanging by a thread.
    “Let’s go,” Justin growled. He and Roan headed toward the door.
    Chet should have been going with his brothers to release some of the sexual tension they felt at having their mate in their home, but he didn’t want to leave her alone for a second.
    Justin and Roan slammed the door behind them without a backward glance, and he was truly thankful they left when they did, because less than a second later the door to the bathroom opened.
    The sweet scent of oranges, peaches, and vanilla drifted to his nostrils along with the aroma of his sexy little mate. He looked up as her head appeared around the corner of the hall.
    “Could you please bring my bags to my room so I can get dressed?” Sam asked.
    Chet wondered if she had anything covering her and, without thinking about his actions, picked up her bags and stalked toward her. Sam’s eyes widened, and he heard her gasp as she ducked back out of sight. Picking up his pace, he followed her to the bathroom door and dropped her bags to the floor. There she was, standing uncertainly, her face flushed and clean from her bath, wrapped in his robe. Inhaling, he growled when her scent mixed with his assailed his olfactory senses. As if in a dream he reached out and snagged her around the waist and drew her up against his body. Her waist was so tiny he thought he may be able to wrap her with his arm.
    She tilted her neck, and he could tell by the angle she would end up hurting her muscles, so he pulled his arm free and grasped her hips in both his hands. He cursed the fact that he could feel her hip bones jutting into his flesh even through the bulk of his robe. He lifted her until she was on eye level with him and dropped his gaze to her lush lips, hankering for a taste. Placing her hands on his shoulders to steady herself, she licked those cupid bows and glanced up again.
    “What are you doing?” she asked breathlessly.
    Knowing damn well she knew what he wanted, he didn’t answer. Instead he slowly lowered his head until their lips were a scant inch apart. When she didn’t protest but lowered her eyes to his lips, he groaned and moved forward until their lips met.
    Not moving for a brief moment, Chet savored the first contact of her mouth to his, then, growling, he brushed his flesh over hers in soft, slow passes so she could become acquainted with his touch. Again, when she didn’t protest or pull away, he deepened the kiss.
    He opened his mouth and licked her lips with his tongue. Her soft moan made his balls ache and his cock throb. Pushing his way into her mouth, he tasted every inch of her sweetness. She wrapped her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist, which only made it harder for him to control his wolf and his raging desire. Her warm, wet pussy was now against his crotch with only the material of his jeans as a barricade, and the heat of her seared his cock. She whimpered into his mouth as he moved his hand from her ribs down under the robe to her ass. Kneading her fleshy globes, he thrust his cock against her wet, fragrant pussy as their mouths stayed connected and their tongues fought for supremacy.
    The sweet aroma of her desire called to him and his wolf. He had never smelled anything so delectable in his life. Wrapping his tongue around hers, he drew it into his mouth and suckled on her like he imagined her doing to his cock, making his wolf howl. Moving a couple of steps, he planted her back against the wall in the hall and pinned her with his body. Easing an arm beneath her