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meadow,
boulder peaks to redwood copse. Holly ran until it was all she could do to drag
her wet, furry body up against a massive sequoia trunk and under the shelter of
branches to collapse in a panting heap of sensory bliss. Lungs aching.
Shivering with soppy fur. Streaked in gritty mud. And utterly blissful.
    She slept without
dreaming until the vision of Dustin came .
Good dream , she thought of the one she’d just finished. She was ready for
another, especially if it involved her fantasy man. It was brighter in this
one, daylight. Holly opened her eyes to narrow slits at the sound of Berg’s low
thunder voice grumbling firmly, demanding she answer him. He leaned over her,
huge and sheltering with those broad shoulders on what was otherwise such a
lean, hard body. Water dripped from that lush brown hair of his, from the leafy
canopy above him. The rivulets danced and trickled in delicate cascades
everywhere around them, glinting in the sun.
    “I’m a wolf, too.” Her
voice came out a raspy whisper, her throat sore, but she still chuckled. Holly
meant to use her paw to bat Dustin in his gorgeous face, maybe on the nose, but
she had fingers again. Her skin was wet and bare, except for small bits of leaf
and yellow flower petals clinging to her arm. “Oh, wait, I’m human now,” she
sighed and giggled and waved her hand in his face to show him. “But I used to
be a wolf. A pretty, pretty brown wolf.”
    “Holly, look at me,”
Dustin demanded again. “Do you understand me?”
    “Of course I don’t
understand you. You’re a man.” Holly burst into laughter at her own wit and
candor. In dreams, she never suffered a lag in clever comebacks, never thought
of what she wanted to say five minutes after she should have said it. And in
dreams, she could do just what she wanted to do, like kiss Dustin Berg.
    It wasn’t like real
life, with Dustin kissing her under such confusing circumstances. Holly ran
both her hands up Dustin’s sculpted chest—willing his blue button-front shirt
to go away but failing—then up along his collar to the tensed sinews of his
bare neck. Her fingers threaded through the fine, short hair along his nape and
held him still so she could lean up and cover his warm mouth with hers. He was
all teeth and growls again, but her tongue slid into his mouth with a quick
lick to sooth that down. His tongue, warmer and more insistent, lapped back
into her mouth even as a reproving snarl cycled in the back of his throat. It
reverberated through their kiss, making her head thrum, making the pearl of her
clitoris flare with heat. Holly squeezed her thighs together against that ache,
squirming, moaning.
    Against her mouth, as
though he didn’t want to give up the feeling of her lips, Dustin started to
ask, “Holly, what are you—?”
    “Lupa,” she sighed.
“Call me lupa.”
    “Holly, I don’t think
you know what has happened to you.”
    “Lupa,” she said again
and insisted by nipping Dustin the way he had nipped her when he’d kissed her
in the car, in real life. God , she
thought in awe and lust, how can a man
growl like that?
    With brutal strength,
with a roughness bordering on savage, Dustin seized Holly by the shoulders and
jerked her up against his chest, making her eyes shoot wide and her breath
catch like a rock in her throat. God, yes, in her fantasies, he was forceful
like this, wild and demanding and rough .
Dustin was straddling her hips, the heavy denim of his jeans hugging his
powerful thighs and lightly chaffing hers. She realized it was one of those
dreams, the kind where she was naked when no one else was. It didn’t matter.
She still wanted to fuck Dustin. When, in real life, would she ever have gotten
this chance?
    Holly tried to kiss
Dustin again, more urgently, arching her back to press her naked breasts
against him. The shifter reared and pushed her away as though she’d burned him.
He sucked in his breath through clenched teeth, looking almost like he was in
pain but