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  “In the kitchen,” came her muffled reply.

  “The kitchen. I guess I’m on my own to find that. Which shouldn’t be too hard for an expert security person like myself.” Jesus, she had him twisted in knots and talking to himself.

  He froze in the doorway to the kitchen at the sight greeting him. Tieran was bent over, her upper half hidden as she scrounged in the refrigerator. More blood rushed straight to his cock as he stared at her firm butt encased in tight blue jeans. The waistband of her jeans was bowed out, giving him a glimpse of skin at the small of her back.

  His fingers itched to touch her and his inner wolf howled, wanting to claim its mate. Cael curled his hands into fists to keep from reaching out and taking what he already knew to be his.

  He swallowed, remembering how her eyes glittered and her cheeks grew rosy when she was angry. He’d first seen it last night at the bar, then again a minute ago when he’d stood on her porch an inch away from her face. Would they look the same way when he was buried deep in her wet heat? Would they glaze over when a climax claimed her? He shifted in an attempt to ease himself.

  “Since you’re being so persistent, I guess I’ll offer you a drink.”

  He had not made a sound. In fact, he was well-known for his sneaking ability. She either had supersonic hearing or a strong sixth sense.

  Caelan rubbed a hand at the goose bumps suddenly tingling along his neck. “What do you have?” His voice cracked like a preteen in puberty.

  “Hmm. Water or, water.”

  “Wow, great choices. What are you having?” he asked, regaining control before she could see the precarious hold he had on his libido.

  “Mountain Dew.” She rose and faced him, a green can in one hand.

  His attention, however, was drawn to her midriff. Her jeans, he just realized, were unbuttoned and unzipped. A slice of creamy, tanned skin peeked out where her T-shirt had ridden up, looking smooth as silk just like her delectable backside.

  “What are you drooling over? You can’t have my Mountain Dew.”

  His attention remained riveted on her belly and he found himself swallowing again. A tiny gem sparkled from where it nestled in her navel. It was the most perfect fucking thing he’d ever seen. He stalked towards her. She seemed to be completely oblivious to the effect she was having on him.

  “Water’s fine,” he choked out. He gestured to the exposed part of her anatomy. “Your pants…umm…XYZ!” he spit out.

  Her gaze dropped. “Oh, geez. I find it hard to believe you’ve never seen a female body before.”

  He looked to the table and back to her, unable to control his need for her. He could take her right there on the Formica.

  Tieran threw her hands up. “Whoa!” Forgetting she was holding the can, she fumbled to fix her jeans. The can fell to the floor at just the right angle and exploded, spraying the sticky yellow soda everywhere.

  “Ugh!” she yelled. Caelan was rooted to the floor, a silly grin on his face. “You!” she pointed. “Out. Go. Sit on the couch and wait for me.”

  Now why did her words make him feel like a dog being reprimanded?

  “Uh-uh.” Shaking his head, he ignored her pointing finger and continued walking towards her. She was soaked from head to toe, and he was going to enjoy licking every inch of her clean.

  Her eyes widened and she stepped back, once, twice, and bumped into the counter behind her. Caelan stopped just in front of her, pinning her to the cabinets. He had her between his rock and a hard place.

  “What are you doing?” she whispered.

  “I’m going to kiss you.” He traced a line of soda down her cheek with his forefinger. “And you’re going to kiss me back.” He framed her face with both his hands, holding her in place, though he didn’t need to. She was frozen to the spot.

  Her lips were warm and soft as he licked along them, sipping a drop of the soda’s sweetness from one corner. He pressed his tongue between her lips, demanding that she open to him, which she did without the slightest bit of hesitation.

  He tasted her, dueled with her tongue, bit her bottom lip gently, until she groaned and her body melted into his.

  Tieran brought her hands up to his chest and fisted them in his shirt.

  He tasted like heaven. His tongue was velvet soft and caressed with the perfect amount of pressure. Their lips melded together, sealing their bond. She flicked at his teeth, surprised at how sharp they were, and how very much she wanted to feel them nipping at her skin. His chest rumbled under her hands.

  She ripped her mouth away, panting hard. Almost as hard as the erection that was pressed against her belly and not where she really wanted it to be. Inside her.

  Caelan’s eyes appeared to glow, just like she’d noticed last night. They were mesmerizing and entrancing, pulling her into their depths until she was lost.

  “I want you.” His head dipped and took control of her mouth again.

  Closer. I have to get closer. She lifted her arms and wrapped them around his neck, hugging him to her. His palms were rough when they slipped inside both her panties and jeans. Then he shoved the fabric down and out of the way.

  “Step out.”

  She shivered at his gravelly command, anxious to do whatever he wanted, her need spilling from her pussy.

  He helped her out with the toe of his leather work boot in the crotch of her pants, and suddenly her feet were off the ground. The counter was cold beneath her bottom.

  “Jesus.” She yelped and inadvertently pressed her legs together.

  Caelan wrenched them apart. “Uh-uh. Mine.” He stared at her drenched pussy, his lungs heaving. His gaze traveled the length of her until he met her eyes with a look drowning in hunger and need.

  It fueled her own.

  “Now, Caelan.”

  He grasped the hem of her sticky, wet T-shirt and yanked it over her head. Her nipples stood proudly at attention, begging to be touched, kissed and sucked. Her womb clenched, his jaw ticked, the air around them crackled. She fought to keep herself from covering her breasts, a moment of insanity brought on by memories of Peter’s bitter words about her small figure.

  There was nothing even remotely resembling disgust on Caelan’s face, just pure, carnal lust.

  “What do you want, mate of mine.”

  Okay, that was weird. Who cares? Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me.

  God, was she really having sex with a complete stranger? Yes. Yes! The answer was a resounding yes. Nothing had ever felt this good. What was it about this man that had her wanting to scream, “Fuck me, Caelan. Now.”

  “Gladly.”

  Oh Lord, she had screamed it. He attacked the button-fly of his jeans, separating the material and allowing his going-commando erection to spring free.

  Tieran’s breath caught in her throat. His cock was huge, in circumference and length. Her clit pulsed an achy rhythm, despite the fact there was no way he’d fit inside her. Caelan must have seen her distress because he caressed her cheek with one hand, while the other searched between her labia, looking for admittance to her sheath.

  He had no trouble finding it and slipped a finger all the way into her core, filling her, but not enough.

  Fucking gorgeous. Her head fell back on her shoulders. Caelan shifted her forward until her sweet pussy was lined up with the edge of the counter. His cock was ready to explode and she was more than ready for him, his finger could attest to that.

  “This what you want, baby?” He added a second finger to the first, filling her even more, drawing out her juices and coating his palm with it.

  “More,” she breathed, tilting her head forward and looking at him. Her eyes were glazed over just like he imagined they would be. “Touch me, please.” The tendons in her neck corded as she begged.

  He placed the pad of his thumb on the swollen nub of her clit and caught her with his other arm when her hips shot off the counter.

  “Oh, my God.”

  One touch and she’d climaxed! Her vagina clinched around his fingers
as he continued to pump them into her. He wanted to feel those tiny muscles working on his dick.

  He withdrew his hand, grasped his cock, guiding it to her slick folds, and watched the thick purpled head disappear into her tight, wet passage. She groaned, her head thrashing as he took possession of her body. Skin to skin, just as it would always be between them.

  She was ovulating. He could smell it on her and he knew what they were about to do would most likely impregnate her, thereby putting her in extreme danger. Damn it. He couldn’t stop despite the danger. An uncontrollable need to mate with his mate seized him. If he didn’t fuck her, he’d go out of his mind.

  Caelan thrust into her, catching her screams with his mouth as she adjusted to his penetration.

  “That’s it, my own. All of me, inside of you, always.”

  In about two seconds his little head was going to blow off. He stayed motionless and savored the moment.

  “Move,” she urged, wiggling against him. “Please.”

  Aw, shit. “Don’t move, baby.” He panted and tried to still her to no avail. Fuck it. He withdrew and slammed back home.

  “Yes, yes.”

  His canines sharpened. He lowered his head to the gentle slope where her shoulder met her neck and pressed his open mouth against the tender skin. He rocked into her sopping pussy again and again. Biting her softly, he claimed her with his teeth as well as his cock, marking her as his mate.

  With one last thrust, he buried himself inside her to the hilt, and coated her womb with spurt after spurt of his seed.

  Chapter Three

  “Micah? Is that you?”

  The cool breeze lifted Elizabeth’s skirt, twisting it around her legs. She shivered at the unusual silence of the woods surrounding their quaint log cabin-style home. Where were the birds tonight, the rustle of the leaves in the trees? Goose bumps formed on her bare arms. From the top of the steps, she searched the darkness.

  “Micah?” she yelled louder, wrapping her arms around her waist in a tight hug. A low moan captured her attention. She swung her gaze toward the sound and, slowly descending off the porch, headed in that direction. Her heart pounded. Dried leaves crunched beneath her feet.

  “Is that you, honey?”

  In the clearing about ten yards from the tree line she stopped and peered into the thick, dark woods. Something moved. Elizabeth squinted to get a better look.

  “Stop playing games, Micah, supper’s ready.” Her voice wobbled.

  A shadow split from the surrounding darkness and ventured into the clearing. For a second, Elizabeth tensed then blew out a breath and swallowed. She smiled despite her true feeling. “I was just looking for Micah. Have you seen him?” She fought the urge to shiver. There was something about him she didn’t like. Even from the first time she’d met him at the Prime’s house. He’d seemed smarmy to her, like he was above the rest of them.

  He took a step toward her, his fur lifting with the breeze, and Elizabeth backed up. She twisted her fingers together in front of her. Why was he here and where was Micah? Her belly plummeted. Something was wrong with her mate. Micah would never leave her alone like this. She should have sensed it immediately. Now she smelled the malice on the wind and suddenly she didn’t want to be alone with this shifter anymore.

  He took an aggressive stance when she started walking backward. His hackles raised, he pinned his ears back and one side of his top lip curled up to reveal his teeth. Elizabeth held her breath. What reason did he have for attacking? She inched closer to the house. If she could get there, she could lock the door and wait for Micah to come home. If he could come home. She whimpered and covered her mouth with her hand to stifle the noise, not wanting to scare the wolf into action.

  It lunged at her anyway with a sharp bark. Elizabeth screamed and twisted to run, but it was on her, pinning her to the ground before she could take another breath. He growled and snarled, drowning out her terror-filled screams. His teeth tore into her clothes and her flesh, ripping off strips of both. Searing pain arced through her body and black spots burst in her vision.

  With a pitiful volley of fists, she pummeled the creature, still screaming in excruciating horror, but was no match for the much larger animal. After a few minutes of useless fighting, Elizabeth’s body grew numb. Her blood-slick fingers fell from the tangle of fur she’d grabbed hold of in an attempt to push him off.

  A drop of her blood fell from a pointed tooth and plopped on her cheek. She blinked and took a shallow, wrenching breath. Her lungs were on fire with the effort it took to fill them.

  The colors were so beautiful, swirling and dancing in the sky above them.

  The eerie silence returned, broken only by a faint whistling in her ears and the harsh breathing of the shifter.

  She took another breath, shorter than the last. Cocking his head, the wolf licked its chops and stared at her with glowing yellow eyes. He turned, looking into the woods, and Elizabeth saw the long, fine scar bisecting his left upper shoulder. The hairless strip sharply contrasted with the much darker fur surrounding it. He stood and prowled toward the tree line, never looking back. A howl exploded through the stillness like a shotgun.

  Within moments, he was gone, loping off into the night.

  Her lungs worked hard to force another breath into her near lifeless body.

  Leaves rustled a few feet away. Micah was coming, she felt him. She turned her head to the side and watched as he pulled himself by the strength of his arms into the opening. A gash split his temple, dripping a trail of blood in his slow wake. Halfway to her, he pushed himself to his hands and knees and crawled the rest of the way.

  She loved him so much. He would be alone now, without her. “Micah,” she whispered and smiled one last time before ascending into the beautiful lights.

  “Nooo!” The soulful, anguished cry of a grieving shifter followed her.

  “Tieran!”

  Her teeth snapped together with Caelan’s powerful shake of her shoulders. She sucked in a deep breath, revitalizing lungs that felt starved for oxygen. Slowly her senses came back to her. She was sweaty and dizzy and had to swallow past the lump in her throat while trying to get her bearings. She and Caelan were in her kitchen. Tieran sat on the counter still impaled on Caelan’s insistent cock. She had to get away from him. Now, before she passed out. With weak hands, she pushed on his chest.

  Jesus, it had been so real. More so than any before. Tieran reached a weak hand up to her cheek and wiped at it. She looked at her fingertips, half-expecting them to come away red.

  “Let him help you, Tulla.”

  She shook her head. No. She didn’t want him to know. Didn’t want what happened with Peter.

  “It won’t.”

  Caelan pulled out, leaving her feeling empty in more ways than one, and captured her hands, placing them on his shoulders. She heard the rustle of his jeans as he drew them over his hips. He lifted her with his hands beneath her thighs, holding her tightly to him, his semi-erection pressed against her throbbing pussy through his still open fly. Tiny pulses of electricity raced through her womb as he carried her, the friction along her sensitized clit making her gasp.

  “I’ve got you, my own. You’re safe.”

  His voice was so tender, laced with concern, not scorn. But then, he didn’t know what had just happened, couldn’t know. Wouldn’t know. She would never hand over control to another man again. Especially not to one she didn’t know at all. Regardless of the incredible sex they’d just engaged in.

  “You have…to leave.” She could barely whisper. The darkness was closing in fast. Soon she’d be unconscious, only to wake incredibly groggy and disoriented with a pounding head.

  “Never. I’ll never leave you now.” He kissed her tenderly on the forehead and lowered her to her bed. She heard herself whimper before the blackness took control.

  * * *

  “What the fuck just happened?” Caelan muttered, unfolding the blue and tan plaid blanket from the foot of the bed and covering h
er loosely.

  In the bathroom he ran a washcloth under warm water, then went back to her too-still form. Tieran never moved as he wiped away both of their come from her thighs and pussy.

  The sudden sensation of being watched had the hair on his arms standing on end. He whipped around. Nothing. The room was empty, the house silent. He let out a breath he didn’t realize he was holding and shook off the eerie feeling.

  Caelan turned back to his mate. She had a beautiful body, slim and slightly tanned. Her nipples stood in stiff peaks atop her small, perfect breasts, and he ached to suck one into his mouth, to mark the sweet skin the way he had her shoulder.

  With a fingertip, he traced the bite mark that made her his forever. He’d claimed her by introducing his extraordinary DNA into her bloodstream, not to mention her womb. She was his and he’d never felt more proud. Tieran was feisty and stubborn and all his. Now he just had to convince her they were meant to be together. And somehow reconcile with himself the fact he did all this without her consent.

  He idly stroked his quickly hardening cock through his open fly and felt disgusted. His mate was unconscious and he wanted to fuck her again. Before he ended up doing more damage, he jerked his hand off his dick and tucked the blanket around her shoulders, hiding her body from his view.

  Caelan painfully buttoned himself up. He’d fucked her on the kitchen counter and hadn’t even bothered to take his pants off. What a charmer, Graham.

  In the corner of the room was an overstuffed armchair. He pulled it over next to the bed and slumped into it. Christ, one minute he’d been coming inside her, the next he’d been shaking her just to get a response out of her.

  He’d never had a woman lose consciousness on him before, though he had heard of it happening. At least, he hoped to hell that’s all it was, ‘cause it wasn’t something he wanted to happen again. The look on her face had been downright scary. Almost as if she’d been having a seizure.

  And then she’d asked him to leave.

  “Yeah right,” he scoffed. Like that was going to happen. Leave his mate unprotected? Uh-uh. Not now, not ever. Of course, she wouldn’t understand since he hadn’t even gotten around to telling her he was a shape-shifting wolf. Hell, they hadn’t even gotten past swapping names. The only things he knew about her were from his reports, not from her mouth.