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coursing through his veins with a fervent intensity. He needed her to submit and accept

his dominance.

Something was holding her back though. The fact that they were mates wasn’t

enough for her. He could sense it.

So he’d bind her with sex until her human side came around if that’s what it took.

Not that having endless hours of sex with this little vixen would be a chore.

He shifted and focused on her pulsing clit. Circling it with the tip of his tongue, he

traced it over and over again until her entire body was trembling. He risked a quick

glance up to find her fisting the sheets underneath her. Her head was thrown back, her

eyes were closed and her body was stretched out like an offering. And for the moment,

she was all his. A low groan rumbled in his chest.

He was thankful he was still dressed or he’d have just pounded into her.
Focus.
He

looked back at her swollen cunt, mesmerized by the erotic sight before him. Her clit

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peeked out, just begging to be kissed some more. Sucking the glistening pearl into his

mouth, he took pleasure when she moaned and arched her back against his kisses.

She was so close. He could feel it in every tight line of her body. Removing one of

his hands from her inner thigh, he teased her entrance with his finger. As he rubbed

her, she scooted closer, as if trying to force his finger inside her.

No way, sweetheart. I say when.
He withdrew his hand and fisted her hips before

tugging her ass closer to the edge of the bed.

Her head immediately snapped up. “Are you stopping?” she gasped. Her blue eyes

shone bright in the light from the moon.

His throat clenched as he tried to find the words.
Any
words. “Not on your life,” he

managed to rasp out. He couldn’t have stopped, even if he’d wanted to. She was his

mate and his body wouldn’t let him forget that.

She looked so beautiful stretched out on the bed. Never before had he felt so

possessive, so greedy about a woman. He was possessive by nature, but he’d rarely felt

jealous with the women he’d been with. As he stared down at Marisol, he couldn’t

imagine letting her go. For two werewolves to mate, there was supposed to be a choice.

It was against their laws and against nature, but a male could technically impose his

wants and take the choice away from the female. Any man who did that was a piece of

shit. That was something he could never do to Marisol. She was his mate and even

though the wolf inside him wanted to claim her, mark her for his own so the entire

world would know she belonged to him, he couldn’t take away her choice. He might be

part wolf, but his human side ruled him.

He inserted one finger then two inside her wet sheath and shuddered when she

clenched around him. She was so tight. It had obviously been a long time for her. His

wolf and human side practically growled with satisfaction.

As he slowly dragged his fingers in and out of her, he reveled in the tiny moaning

sounds she made. Each time he pressed against her inner wall, she tried to squeeze her

thighs around him.

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Her legs were bent and her feet were positioned at the edge of the bed, completely

spreading her sweet cunt open for him—silently begging for more. She painted such an

erotic picture it was hard to concentrate on what he was doing.

“Touch yourself,” he ordered hoarsely.

Without pause, her hands strayed to her breasts. His balls pulled up painfully as he

watched her movements. She cupped both breasts then started strumming her nipples

lightly with her thumbs.

Keeping his fingers between her legs, he continued sliding in and out of her then

sucked her clit into his mouth.

The sharp, almost abrupt action had the intended effect. Her hips pitched forward

so he increased the movements of his fingers. Her inner walls clamped wildly around

him.

“Stephan,” she moaned.

Just hearing his name on her lips was a turn-on. As he licked and circled her

hardened bud, she pushed over the edge.

With a cry, she threaded her fingers through his hair as her body was overtaken

with racks of pleasure. He could actually feel her orgasm roll over him. He wasn’t sure

if it was a mate thing or if they were just physically in tune. Whatever it was, it was hot

as hell.

When her climax hit, she came long and hard and clenched even tighter around

him. Her juices drenched his fingers. As she came down from her high, she pushed up

on her elbows and met his gaze, her breasts rising and falling with her panting breaths.

Pure satisfaction flowed through him at the blissful expression on her face.

“That was… I don’t know…that was…”

“I hope the end of that thought is good,” he muttered.

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She laughed so lightly it was almost a giggle. Even though she was delicate and

feminine and he barely knew her, the sound seemed foreign coming from her.

Something told him she rarely laughed.

“Yes. Good. Very good.” She got up onto her knees so that he got a full view of her

naked body. He wasn’t sure what she planned, but when she grasped at his belt and

started unhooking it, he tugged his shirt over his head and tossed it across the room.

Marisol’s breath caught. She’d known he would look amazing, but his broad chest,

ripped abdominal muscles and lean waist made her mouth water. She frowned when

her gaze rested on a scar across his chest. It took a lot for werewolves to scar. The

jagged wound was old but it looked as if it had been painful at one time. She placed a

gentle hand over the faded white marking. “How old are you?” she whispered, not

wanting to break the quiet of the room.

“One-hundred-sixty-eight.” His voice was equally low.

Almost seventy years older than her. “When did you get this?”

He cleared his throat. It was obviously a painful subject for him, but he answered.

“Vietnam.”

“This must have hurt,” she murmured.

He nodded and muttered something under his breath. She wasn’t sure what to

make of his admission. The man ran guns, but he’d cared enough to fight for his

country at one time in his life. Interesting. And confusing.

“Stop thinking.” His deep voice brought her back to the present.

She smiled and actually obeyed. Thinking was overrated. She just wanted to feel.

Leaning forward, she pressed her mouth to his chest.

His muscles bunched under her touch. Knowing she had the ability to make this

huge man shudder was an incredible turn-on.

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After tracing her tongue around his small brown nipple, she took it between her

teeth and tugged lightly. He actually jumped at the action. Lifting her head, she met his

gaze. “You like that?”

“Yes.” The word tore from his throat. She bent to kiss him again, but he grabbed the

back of her head in a dominating grip and crushed his mouth over hers.

As his tongue danced with hers, her hands wound their way around his neck and

she was flat on her back once again. This time, her sexy wolf was on top of her.

She rubbed her breasts against his bare chest. The soft thatch of his dark hair

stimulated her already sensitized nipples. The orgasm he’d just given her had been

good, but she wanted more. She wanted him inside her and more than anything, she

wanted that elusive emotional connection she’d lost during the past year. It had been

impossible to let anyone get close to her while on her mission, but being with him now,

she realized how lonely she’d been.

He pushed up and immediately she mourned the loss of his mouth. He was in tune

with what she wanted though because he finished what she’d started earlier and

shucked his pants.

His cock sprang free and she involuntarily gasped. It had been longer than she

cared to admit since she’d let a man in her bed, and he was huge.

Before she had too much time to dwell on his size, he covered her body once more

as he sought out her mouth. She knew it was crazy, but kissing him somehow felt

familiar. Right even. She really
really
didn’t want to care or think about the future, but

allowing a man like Stephan into her bed was something she could get used to.

He smoothed a hand over her hair. “Where’d you go just now?” he murmured

against her mouth.

“What?” she whispered back. His tenderness tangled her up inside.

“You’re thinking of something else.” His breath tickled her skin.

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She wanted to deny it, but the words stuck in her throat. Luckily, he didn’t expect a

response. He feathered light kisses along her jaw and earlobe until he centered on her

neck.

She shuddered when he raked his teeth over her neck. The skin tingled and burned

with a desire to be claimed. Her entire body was screaming that this was her mate, but

she simply couldn’t submit to him. If she allowed him to pierce her skin, marking her as

his own, they would be bonded for life and—no! She couldn’t allow her thoughts to

drift in that direction. It was pointless.

When his head dipped to her breast, all those thoughts fled like dry leaves in the

wind. He traced his tongue around her nipple in the same erotic motion he’d teased her

clit. She was helpless to stop the way her entire body quivered. Instinctively she

wrapped her legs around his waist and arched her back, lifting into him.

For a moment, he raised his head. “Are you ready?”

She nodded because she didn’t trust her voice.

“Say it,” he persisted, his gaze locked on hers.

“Yes.”

He briefly tested her pussy with a finger then pushed his cock into her with one

hard thrust. Her inner walls expanded and clenched around him as she tried to take his

size. Instead of pounding into her, as she’d expected, he stayed immobile and bent his

head back to her breast.

Why did he have to be so damn nice? So tender and gentle? He was making it much

harder to think of him as an arms dealer who just happened to be her mate. Her heart

squeezed.

She tensed as thoughts of a future with him entered her mind. They could have a

family. She wouldn’t be alone anymore. She could love someone and they’d love her

back. Her life could be different. A burst of hope surged through her, but it was quickly

doused with reality. She wasn’t going to get a chance to have a family or a future. She

didn’t deserve it.

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He must have sensed her distress because he lifted his head again. “Am I hurting

you?”

“No, not even close.”

In response, he began moving inside her. He kept his movements fluid and

controlled. His neck muscles corded tightly and the raw energy rolling off him was

unmistakable.

The man was definitely controlling himself and she found that it pleased her

immensely. She locked her ankles behind his back and met him stroke for stroke.

His cock hit her deep inside and each time it dragged against her G-spot, she

thought she’d explode. She was so close to climaxing again, she couldn’t believe it. She

just needed a little more stimulation.

Propping up on one elbow, he hovered over her and flicked and teased one of her

nipples with his thumb. When he took her other hardened bud between his teeth and

tugged, she lost it.

Her entire body felt overly sensitized. On one level she understood that they were

mates but she couldn’t understand how this virtual stranger had learned what her body

needed so quickly.

The sweetest sensation surged through her. She ran her hands down his smooth

back and clutched his backside in a tight grip as a forceful climax built and peaked.

When she dug her fingers into his taut skin, it was as if she set him free.

Clutching the sheet next to her head, he shuddered as he emptied himself inside

her. With a loud shout, he jerked once more before collapsing on top of her.

She threaded her fingers through his hair with one hand and gently stroked along

his back with her other. His muscles clenched under her soft touch and she could feel

his erratic heartbeat against her chest.

After a long moment, he groaned and rolled off her. Before she could protest, he

disappeared into the bathroom.

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Sighing, she lay against the pillow and stared at the ceiling. Getting tangled up with

this wolf was probably the dumbest thing she could have done, but it was so hard to

care when her body was completely satisfied.

She glanced up when he returned. Frowning, she nodded at the cloth in his hand.

“What’s that?”

“I told you I take care of what’s mine.” He sat on the edge of the bed and before she

could guess what he meant to do, he reached between the juncture of her thighs and

cleaned her. The soft stroking was soothing and as pleasurable as it was unexpected.

Her whole body sighed at the consideration he showed her.

No!
She refused to fall under his spell or to even dream about a future.

When he was finished he tossed the cloth onto the floor and slid into the bed next to

her. Without a word he pulled her so that her back was against his chest. The curve of

his body was so warm and strong. His breathing was slightly labored and she could feel