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struggled to break free of his hold.
    He snarled his satisfaction. She was trapped—his teeth clamped down on the loose skin of her throat held her tightly in place.
    She could pull free, but not without injury. Truly frightened now, she opened her thoughts, called out to him as he loosed his grip and lunged closer, biting hard against her neck, forcing her to her belly in the snow.
    Anton? Anton, why?
    There was no reply. She searched his thoughts and saw nothing beyond the feral needs of a wild wolf, a haze of lust so thick it almost blinded her. So be it. This, at least, she understood. This was what he wanted, what both of them obviously needed, or she never would have led him on this chase. She stopped her struggle, dipped her head until her muzzle scraped the frozen snow.
    Her capitulation was complete. His attack ended as quickly as it had begun.
    Now he licked the place where he’d bitten, and covered her with his body. She felt the heat of his belly against her back, the powerful grasp of his forelegs as he mounted her, the sharp bite of claws as he anchored himself close to her body. His breath was hot and sweet against her ears, but even though this was all familiar, all a perfect fit to her own desires, she whimpered, still a little afraid and unsure.
    It felt so unusual, mating without their usual loving connection. His human mind stayed closed to her—his thoughts were tightly locked into the basic instincts of the mating wolf, a swirling maelstrom of scent and sensation, lust and need.
    Keisha struggled to her feet, lifting Anton as she rose up, and planted all four legs to hold his greater weight. Hiships thrust hard and fast. She grunted as the hot length of his wolven cock parted her vulva and slipped inside. She felt the pressure of his knot forcing entry between her folds, locking their straining bodies together.
    Then, even she was lost. Lost in a haze of passion, of lust so basic, so entirely bestial that humanity was thrust aside with each powerful drive of his hips, each harsh breath in her ear. She lowered her head, braced her legs, and lost herself to the hunger, the driving need that had carried her on this fool’s mission in the first place.
    And once more, sense intruded. Who the hell did she think she was, that she could influence her mate? He was stronger than she, mentally more powerful, magically more adept. He had talents even their mating bond hadn’t explained for her, abilities so far beyond human, beyond wolf, that he was something else altogether, a creature of the gods, one who had consorted with a goddess.
    Isn’t that same goddess now Adam’s flesh-and-blood mate?
    The knowledge grounded her. Liana had once been a goddess, their Goddess. Eve—now their Goddess—had once shared their bed. They were all linked, all a part of the same pack, the same species, sharing the same convoluted threads of destiny. Each of them with their separate abilities, their individual skills, yet all dependent, one upon the other, Goddess and Chanku alike.
    Anton needed her even as she needed him. And with that thought rising to the surface, Keisha opened her mind. Drew her mate in, not merely to link during the sexual act, but to bond once again, to share on that unbelievable level that connected them, tied them more closely than the physical mating itself.
    She opened her thoughts, felt him enter her mind, and just as easily, Keisha entered his.
    In the past, she’d been impressed by the orderliness of Anton’s mind, the memories so neatly catalogued, the knowledgeso unbelievably precise. Now, though, she sensed a certain amount of chaos, as if he’d gone searching through a closet and left shirts and pants and shoes scattered about the floor.
    She might have smiled to find this evidence of his humanity, but in many ways it frightened her to see Anton as less than he was. Somehow, she’d always held him so far above the common man—above herself. It made her uneasy to see that he had as many