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without them. They shared meals together, and
talked about their lives. He knew her better than anyone in the world and, she
thought, she knew him too. Knew that he loved to have his
back scratched, in beast or human form, and loved to have intellectual debates
over their breakfast coffee. Knew that he had a lighter side of him that
would make her hide somewhere in the large mansion and use only his nose, which
was totally unfair, to come find her. He was a gifted, strong, caring, and
tortured soul that she loved.
    She
just couldn’t tell him.
    Every
time she broached the subject of emotions or happy ever afters he would clam up
or change the subject. She wondered if he felt the same, if the look in his
eyes she’d come to crave was misleading her. In her heart she didn’t’ doubt
that he felt something more for her than he let on. Hell, her “debt” had been
paid long ago, and still they didn’t part ways. That gave her the strength to
believe there was something more between them than he admitted. They sat now,
having dinner, and she couldn’t take her eyes off him. She needed to tell him,
needed to know if he felt the same way about her.
    “What
is it?” Elijio asked, wiping his mouth, his dark eyes showing concern. The
night had fallen and he sat before her as a man, dressed in a black silk shirt
and slacks. She’d dressed in a blue minidress with a keyhole neckline and
overlaid with lace. They’d decided to dress up a little for dinner for the pure
fun of it. She’d had an ulterior motive, though, for coming up with the idea.
    She
didn’t answer him. She stood up instead and came around the table to his side.
He watched her quizzically until she reached for the clasp of her dress at the
back of her neck, then his eyes heated with desire. Moving slowly, she undid
each button until the back of her dress gapped a bit. Then she pulled it down,
over her shoulders and lifted her arms out of the dress. He watched her
silently, pushing back from the table and turning toward her in his seat as she shimmied the tight material off her hips. She smiled
as he eyes followed the dress as it pooled at her feet.
    “Did
you like my dress?” she asked as she stepped out of it and kicked it away to
the side. She stood now before him in a white lace boy-short and bra ensemble.
He swallowed before he spoke and finally looked over at her.
    “Loved
it,” he said with a growl. She loved that. Loved when his
voice went dangerous and dark. When she could hear the
grumble of his wolf just on the edge of the surface. The wolf didn’t
scare him anymore. It excited her. With a seductive smile she arched her back
and unhooked her bra. The cups dropped as the bands slid down her arms. She
played with the straps for a little, turning away from Elijio as she did.
    “It
seems I’ve lost my bra,” she teased him.
    “You’ll
lose more than that if you don’t get the rest off ,”
he threatened.
    “Temper,
temper,” she scolded playfully. Once she let the bra dropped she stretched,
arching her back. Elijio sucked in a breath. He
exhaled as she fingered the band of her underwear. Achingly slow she peeled it
off, bending over as she pushed it down her legs. She stepped out of them and
stayed bent over.
    “I
think I’m still hungry, Elijio ,” she whispered
looking over her shoulder at him. With silent hands he unbuckled his pants and
pulled his cock from the confines of his slacks. His breathing was rough as he
stared at her with heavy lids.
    “I
wouldn’t want you to not be satisfied,” he said roughly. “Come taste this. See
if it will quench that appetite of yours.”
    Bella
stood slowly and turned. When she did she sank gracefully to her hands and
knees. She crawled toward him, inch by inch, keeping her eyes in his
magnificent cock. It pulsed as she got closer, shiny with his pre-come. She
licked her lips, eager for a taste. The head was bright and shiny, stretching
the confines of his skin. Elijio held it toward her.
When