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thing the fairy stories about the bite of a werewolf were just that—fairy stories. She wouldn't be waking up with long teeth and a once-amonth bad hair day, just a slightly sore neck where his teeth had broken the skin.
       He leant closer and inhaled deeply, the fresh scent of woman filling his nostrils and his mind. She had her own special smell that went straight to his head. It was something like the earthy smell of a rainforest floor, but somehow sweeter. Rainforests and roses? He shook his head at his own imagination and let his tongue lap slowly over the small puncture marks. One thing werewolves did was heal quickly and, like dogs, they licked their wounds clean.
    Gina's taste was as provocative as her scent, and it
    took all his self-control to stop his tongue continuing the lazy exploration down her front and between her legs. Surely she'd enjoy waking up in the throes of another orgasm, licked into a frenzy by his tongue? He wanted to taste her pussy, almost as badly as he wanted to claim her with his cock. Heck, he wanted to see her wet with his cum, to watch it dripping back down her legs as he filled her cunt until it overflowed. He shifted uncomfortably—his thoughts definitely weren't helping his patience.
       He'd covered her with a throw he'd snagged off the back of the sofa, but it slipped as he fidgeted. He hurriedly tucked it a little closer around Gina's waist, trying to hide the temptation, but was unable to resist touching the silky-soft skin on her exposed hip as he did. She'd collapsed on top of him after an amazing orgasm, one that just went on and on, and had fallen into a deep sleep. Hell, he'd fucked her senseless and he hadn't even got his cock inside her yet!
       His cock was still rock hard, uncomfortably squashed under the dead weight of her sleeping body, but he couldn't begrudge her the rest. He'd obviously pushed her a lot harder than anyone else had ever done, and he'd hardly even started. She needed a little time to catch up before he introduced her to what sex with a Moore was really like.
       In his mind he could see her going wild underneath him as he took her in every conceivable position. Rough and dirty, that was what he wanted. But was she up to it? He doubted it. But then again… It was hard to tell. Not in his wildest dreams had he imagined Ms. Conservative Longmire turning into such an utterly abandoned—and wholly sensual— creature. She was seriously hot , and it wasn't at all what he'd expected.
       Nate grinned at the thought. He'd been hoping for a bit of fairly ordinary vanilla sex, just enough to take the edge off his hunger and get her out of his head, and look at him now—lusting after her and totally impatient for her to wake up so he could get back to fucking her properly.
       And fuck her, he would. It was his turn next.

    * * * *

    Gina awoke as cold cotton sheets scraped across her naked ass. She grumbled and shifted, her hand flailing as she reached blindly for the covers that were annoyingly out of reach.
       "Uh-uh." The words positively dripped with masculine amusement.
       Her eyes flew open as the memory of Nate's hands stroking her intruded on her dreams. He was sitting on the end of the bed, not even touching her, but heat flared under her skin as his eyes traced indolently over her naked body.
       Her very wantonly sprawled, naked body.
       Sure her blush spread all the way from her toes upward, she started to draw her legs together, her arms shifting to cover her breasts. Nate's grin grew, and he grasped one ankle, halting its progress across the sheets, again forcing her legs apart.
       "You don't think I went to all the trouble of carrying you up here and arranging you so prettily, just to have you come over all modest on me, do you?"
       Arranging her? Surely he couldn't mean he'd purposely…?
       For an instant, his teeth gleamed. "You weren't particularly shy when I had my hand buried between your legs