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making him chase her rather than accept his kiss placidly. The closer they got to the full moon—the midsummer moon—the more she struggled to control the feral side of her nature.
    He growled as she refused to surrender, turning her bodily and pressing her back against the side of his truck. His hands drove into her hair, holding her head still as he ravaged her mouth. His kiss was hard. Male. Primal. Dominant.
    Finally yielding, the whimper broke from her throat before she could stop it. The feeling of his thick cock as it pressed against the softness of her stomach was her undoing. The satin caught and slipped against her skin, an erotic friction that had her breath catching in her throat as he plundered her lips.
    Her breath came in hard pants as he tore his lips from hers to drag them across her jaw in rough, biting kisses. His hand moved to cup the back of her neck as the hard fingers of the other turned her jaw to bare her throat. Warm breath washed over her skin before he opened his mouth.
    She froze, a whimper of distress held back as he grazed her skin with his teeth in a silent warning. He could bite her, leave the mark that would claim her in their world, in the eyes of the pack. Pressing harder with his teeth until he almost broke the skin, he forced the whimper from her lips. She dare not struggle, in case his blunt human teeth broke the skin. By design or accident, it didn’t matter. They’d still be bonded and no other wolf would take her on with an alpha’s mark on her neck.
    Pain and misery chased shameful pleasure as she squeezed her eyes tight shut. She shouldn’t want this but a small part of her rejoiced, desperate for him to complete the bite. Desperate to become his, no matter the circumstances, but the thinking, independent woman rejected the idea. This had to be her choice, not his. But she couldn’t stop him, and they both knew it. As alpha of the pack, one she had never disavowed and left despite moving to the city, he could have his pick of the pack females. If he wanted to claim her, then it was his right.
    He shoved her away from him, a rough curse dropping from his lips. She stumbled against the side of the truck as he backed up, running a hand through his hair.
    “Get in the car, before I do something we’ll both regret.”
    Without thinking, she did as she was told, opening the door of the truck and sliding into the passenger seat. For a moment she was alone, as Max stalked around the back of the vehicle, tension radiating from every line of his body. The smell of the leather seats and the lavender air freshener tucked into the air vent wrapped around her. She sniffed appreciatively, letting the aroma of the essential oil soothe her. It was the real deal, wolves didn’t do anything chemical if they could help it. It irritated their noses, and disrupted their sensitive sense of smell.
    She managed a shaky breath, then another as Max yanked the driver’s door open and slid into the seat next to her. Without a word, he started the engine and threw the truck into drive. The tires sprayed gravel up as he spun the vehicle around and pulled out onto the road, his movements jerky and angry. Tension filled the interior of the car like a third passenger.
     She couldn’t help but be aware of the silent man next to her. Of his lean, strong body and the lust that rolled off him in waves. Anger drew the wolf to the surface, his skin rippling with a shadow of fur. She swallowed. It was the nearest she’d ever seen him come to losing control.
    She nibbled her lower lip, trying not to squirm on the seat. The nearly full moon beat down, its silvery light a siren call that stirred the wolf within. Long without a pack nearby, she’d learnt to control the urges that all wolves felt as the full moon neared.
    The urge to run and fuck filled her, to slough off the human skin and celebrate the creatures of nature that they were. The need to hunt and kill, chasing down small game to its end in a snap of