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wave of long-forgotten desire stiffened Brad’s cock further. Ali’s skin glistened in the silver and gold illumination. His gaze swept over her body, and he couldn’t help but compare her to Eve.
    Where J.C.’s mate was blonde and perky, Ali was dark and intense. Long, mahogany hair escaped a messy bun hastily gathered behind her head. A few thick strands had fallen out, draping over her shoulder and grazing her breast.
    Brad swallowed hard, remembering the way she could always draw every masculine eye when she entered a room. That had been true even before she’d turned into the gorgeous full-grown woman who now stood before him. She’d inherited her striking, exotic bone structure from her father, a man Brad knew little about. Though she and J.C. shared a mother, the similarities between them ended with their dark coloring.
    Not that he knew much about the woman Ali had become. He’d heard random pack gossip that implied she worked as a mercenary, but he believed the rumors of her activities had been greatly exaggerated.
    He focused on her stomach, flatter and tighter now than it had been in her teens. She’d obviously been working out, as her body made him think of a fighter, sleek and toned in all the right places, ready to pounce at the smallest provocation. Her small, perky breasts called out to him, her dusky areolas and tightly beaded nipples begging for his mouth to clamp around them and suck deeply.
    “It’s been a long time, Brad,” she said, running her fingertips down his chest. He held his breath as her touch seared a path over his abdomen and groaned when she wrapped her hand around his straining shaft.
    “Too long,” he agreed.
    A wolf howled in the distance. Others joined him, their powerful voices raised in celebration.
    “Listen to them,” Ali said, tilting her head in the direction of the meadow where the mating ceremony was still going strong. “They’re worshipping their Alpha and the new Queen. The night belongs to them.” She leaned in and placed a kiss on his chest, her tongue sweeping out to tease his nipple. “To us.”
    Brad’s cock felt like it was going to explode. He should have taken himself in hand and stroked his dick until he came as he watched J.C. and Eve, but he’d wanted to save everything he had for his encounter with Sean. He’d planned on showing the man the time of his life, a night he’d always remember with a smile on his face and a twitch in his dick. In a heartbeat, Ali had changed that.
    What hadn’t changed, though, was the effect she had on him. Even after all these years, the mere nearness of her made him want to spill his seed and watch her lick it off his spent, softening cock.
    God, he needed to put some distance between them before his dick began dictating every move he made. He suddenly wished for multiple layers of clothing, a barrier of protection between his lust and her waiting, eager pussy.
    Clenching his teeth and willing himself to take a step back, Brad gently dislodged her hand from his hard prick. “Too long,” he repeated, placing emphasis on the first word.
    “You don’t mean that.” Her full lower lip jutted out in a frisky pout. Damn, but it would be so easy to close the distance between them again, to sweep his tongue over that lip and draw it between his teeth.
    “Why are you really here?” he asked, grateful for something else to focus on besides his raging libido and Ali’s sleek curves.
    She lifted a slender shoulder. “I already told you. J.C.’s mating was important enough to return.”
    “After nine years without a word, how did you even know about the ceremony? J.C. told me he hadn’t heard from you in years.”
    Ali grinned. “And you think J.C.’s the only member of the pack I bothered to keep in touch with?”
    Darkness clouded Brad’s vision. Fury flooded his brain. “Well, you obviously didn’t keep in touch with me, so what the fuck was I supposed to think?”
    She rolled her eyes, the gesture