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bore down. She was an inferno, an erupting volcano, her walls clenched around his dick, and he spewed his seed in a molten stream. His feet curved in a painful arch and every muscle in his body tensed under the force of the explosive contractions.
    Her pussy walls continued to milk his cock until the spurts slowed and stopped. She kneaded his chest, her long nails adding a pain-pleasure to his ecstasy.
    He grazed her clit and studied her face, smiling through his sated exhaustion. Eyes half-hooded, stray ebony strands plastered to her cheeks, one tooth biting her bottom lip, she shuddered through the aftershocks and finally clamped her hand over his thumb.
    Drawing her down to him, he kissed her forehead, set her damp cheek to his chest, and tucked her head under his chin.
    Contentment sank into his very pores.
    This woman, this moment, this joining was perfection in his imperfect life. He’d never aimed for perfection, never expected the completion other wolves took as their right.
    “Okay?”
    “Better than okay. Way, way better than okay.”
    He chuckled. “Me too.”
    She yawned with a little squeak at the end.
    “You’re exhausted. Sleep.” He rubbed small circles on the bridge of her shoulder. Gradually the tension in her muscles eased, and she sank lower onto him.
    “Have to set”—she yawned again and peeped up at him—”the alarm.”
    He bent to kiss the tip of her nose. “What time do you want to get up?”
    “Run at seven.” She yawned again.
    “It’s past two, Susie. You need to rest. How about an afternoon run instead? If your test’s at nine, I’ll get you up by seven thirty. Sound good?”
    “’Kay. Should go back to my room.”
    “Sleep. I’ll carry you back later.”
    “Mhfmp…”
    Seconds later Susie slipped into an exhausted, sprawling slumber on his chest. All the stiffness went out of her on a long, soft sigh. He savored her utter relaxation, for it meant she trusted him implicitly on some subconscious level.
    For the second time in his entire life, he had lost total control. He’d come like a green teenager not seconds after sheathing his dick in her hot pussy.
    Even worse, though he commanded his cock to go flaccid, even though he ordered his hands to cease their infernal tracing and stroking of her spine, her bottom, her shoulder, and even though he knew he should carry her back to the guest bedroom as promised, there was no way he could let her go.
    He studied the sleeping woman in his arms, memorizing details and nuances, finding the reluctance to let her go becoming more pronounced as each second ticked by in an agonizingly slow waltz.
    Lush, onyx lashes fanned shadows on the olive skin pulled taut by high cheekbones. Ten to one she had Native American blood in her. She made a fine warrior woman, one worthy of respect and admiration. Her nostrils flared ever so slightly, reminding him of a twitching bunny. She did this funny wiggle with her mouth, as if her lips had been tickled, and sighed. The warm breath skittered over the hairs on his chest, and his cock stirred.
    He hadn’t had sex in three months.
    Figured he’d be a horndog goat around any woman, far less this gorgeous bundle sprawled all over him. This strange aversion to releasing her from his embrace meant dick all. He was horny, that was it.
    Any woman would do.
    Long ago he’d ceased believing in the one mate, one lifetime creed espoused by the other male wolves he knew. After all, he was only part wolf, the other part being some Heinz fifty-seven mix he’d never been able to identify. He hadn’t a clue about his paternal lineage, had grown up in his grandmother’s cottage and, after she died, multiple foster homes. Joe’d only discovered the wolf in him when the beast refused to lay dormant the year he’d turned sixteen.
    The moon sat above the horizon, clearly visible now that the trees were gone, and illuminated the room with a creamy glow. A few frogs discussed froggy matters in long, granular croaks.