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pulled the
material down his legs and then admired his body, her eyes zeroing
in on his huge erection.
    He seemed to read her thoughts. “If you
call it my member, I’ll tickle you until you beg me to stop.” The
hoarse words rumbled from deep in his chest.
    “ I don’t like the word
cock.” Her gaze traveled upward, past his amazingly muscled stomach
to his massive shoulders. She noticed a thick pulsing vein in his
neck, and then she looked higher. She’d thought his smiling face
made him the sexiest man alive, but it didn’t. Pure, delicious,
carnal need blazed in his eyes.
    “ Just call it yours,” he
whispered.
    Her eyes traveled back to the “yours”
in question and her fingers slowly wrapped around the girth; she
wondered how it could possibly fit where she wanted it most. “The
skin is so soft.”
    His body shook for a moment and she
knew he was laughing, but then his unyielding fingers closed around
hers. “That’s probably not the best idea.”
    “ What isn’t?”
    “ Are you ready for me to
show you?”
    She met his eyes again. “I’ve been
ready forever.”

Chapter Eleven
     
     
    So had he. Honey moved with blinding
speed and once more Mandy was beneath him. The liquid blue of her
eyes sparkled with desire. He took her breasts in his palms and
passed his thumbs over her nipples. He smiled at the small gasp
that escaped her lips.
    He’d known since first meeting her in
the hotel room that she was his mate. Korep had noticed it, too,
and teased Honey non-stop after they left. The only chance he had
for sanity was to stay away from her until she came of age. He’d
known the next two years, while waiting for her to mature, would be
nearly impossible. He’d never known a bear to mate-claim a wolf; it
would need to be done with finesse and diplomacy. If that didn’t
work, he would steal her away when she was old enough.
    Although his resolve was barely kept in
check—he somehow managed to hold himself together. At least until
Korep died. Through his grief, he focused on Mandy and his
overwhelming urge to have her near. He traveled to the Northwest
pack’s land and hung around for two weeks just so her smell could
calm his raging anger. When his bear settled enough, he left, but
he discovered he couldn’t stay away. Ignoring her and remaining out
of her reach was harder than he thought it would be.
    He tried to tell Brandt what was
happening, but the words wouldn’t come and he was afraid both
Brandt and Emily would make him leave. He couldn’t. Then he woke up
in the truck, trapped in a cage, and desperately wanted nothing
more than to give into his feisty she-wolf. Her audacity amazed
him, but her disregard of her age and the repercussions of her
actions angered him, too. He refused to give into her, but she
stubbornly kept playing with fire and he… was finished simmering.
The rest of beastkind be damned, it was time to claim his
mate.
    His gaze traveled down her body; soft
brown curls showed from between her thighs and he smelled her
sweet, tangy arousal. He placed his hand on the curls. Her slight
jump made him smile. “This is mine.” He pressed just hard enough to
pull a small groan from her throat. He lowered his face between her
legs, his mouth was so close, to her waiting flesh. He knew what
she ultimately wanted, but her being in control was at an end. He
blew warm breath across her curls. Then, using one finger, he
delved through her folds and found the small nub that needed
attention the most. Inhaling deeply, her scent absorbed into his
bloodstream. He lathed his tongue where his finger had traveled and
absorbed her taste.
    “ Honey,
god…ahhh.”
    He laughed huskily then growled against
her quivering flesh. “I am the honey god, and you, my sweet
goddess, taste like ambrosia.” He didn’t care that the words
sounded corny and with another flick of his tongue, neither did
she.
    With fingers, lips, and tongue, he
brought her to a screaming climax, but didn’t stop there.