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inside me, Conner.”
    The golden  green glow of his eyes turned feral, his  power evident in the corded  muscles of his arms. He reached for her, but despite the fierce draw  of his features, was  surprisingly  gentle. He swooped her into  his arms and headed back toward the bedroom.
    Blood greeted them. On the sheets, the floor, everywhere.
    Visions of Peter’s attack came back to her,  her anger rising quickly. She felt no fear after what happened, but she was damned pissed off that he had tried to take what shehad never offered him.
    No. She didn’t want to feel anger right now. Not when Conner had stretched her out on a blissful rack of pleasure and anticipation.  She  pushed thoughts of Peter aside, concentrating instead  on the naked man holding her in his arms as if she weighed nothing.
    “Shit,” he muttered, then pulled  the blanket off the floor, tossed it over her and stepped through the French doors leading to  her patio.
    Cold night air swept across her cheeks. She shivered and Conner pulled her closer, heading swiftly toward his cottage. He pushed the door open and headed  straight for his bedroom, depositing her on the coverlet and dragging her blanket away. She scooted up  to the pillows and laid back, content to watch the way he moved. Graceful,yet with a barely leashed power she found  incredibly erotic. His body was a work of art. She could spend hours just examining the hair sprinkled across his chest and thentesting the strength of his broad shoulders.
    He was much more than she could have ever expected. There was so much to learn about a man’s body. How his skin felt so  different than hers, his muscles more pronounced  than hers. His scent was unlike  anything she’d ever picked up before, andshe’d been present during mating rituals, had seen and smelled lupine men.
    Nothing could have prepared her for this. Her reaction was different, because  Conner was   her   man.

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    Mountain Moonlight

    At least tonight.
    Funny the things one thought about when enveloped in a haze of brandy.
    Conner settled on the bed next to her, dragging her onto her side to face him.
    “Put your leg over my hip,” he commanded.
    She lifted her leg and slung it over him, putting her pussy in direct contact with hisshaft. Instinctively she rubbed against his cock, dragging her clit against his hard flesh and crying out with the agonizing pleasure.
    Conner kissed her, taking her mouth insistently, savagely, no longer holding backas he ravaged her tongue, sucking it between his teeth, sending her spiraling into oblivion. She inched closer and once again rocked her sex against his shaft, moisteningit with the flood of her juices.
    “Goddamn, Katya. You’re so wet.” He reached between  them, stroking her clit and aligning his cock head between her pussy lips. He teased her, swirling his  thumb over the distended bud.
    “Oh, God,  Conner, I  need to come so  badly. Please help me.” She knew she  muttered incoherently, hardly able to put two words together, but she was in desperate  need of release. His skin was flame, his mouth an erotic inferno coaxing her response.
    “I know exactly what you need, baby,” he answered. “Just be patient.”
    How could she be patient when she  wanted him inside her right now?
    But he flipped her over onto her back and parted her legs with his knees, placing  his palms on either side of her shoulders. He dipped down and dragged his tongue over one nipple. She shrieked and arched her back, feeding him her breast.
    He growled and took it greedily, sucking the nipple into his mouth, lapping until she whimpered, begging him to fuck her, to  ease the torment raging through her body.
    But he didn’t. Instead,  he tortured  the other  nipple,  sucking, licking, biting it  with gentle nibbles. She shook her head from side to side and pleaded for release.
    Completion hovered close, her pussy quaking with need, and yet he didn’t fuck her!