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  She closed her eyes, her long lashes making dark half-moons on her cheeks. All his plans to approach her in a reserved manner vanished with the low moan she made. She hadn’t even touched him, yet his cock hardened at the sound.

  If such a small passion-filled noise inspired this kind of reaction, he couldn’t wait for the foreplay to end.

  “What’s your name?” he asked.

  Her eyelashes fluttered as she opened her eyes. Dilated dark pupils met his gaze. She closed the gap between them and pressed her firm body to his. Running her hands through his hair, she pulled him close.

  Slipping her tongue into his mouth, the cool touch of her lips contrasted with the warm moistness of her tongue. He could count on one hand the amount of times he’d been with a woman who had enough self-assurance to take the initiative with him.

  A sudden jerk of her mouth from his left him gaping and stunned, so when she grabbed his hand and led him further into the trees he didn’t resist. His balls clenched. Damn, he loved a woman who knew what she wanted.

  She stopped in the center of an evergreen tree cluster.

  Before he could touch her, she spun around and pushed against his chest. Something caught his foot and he tripped backward only to land on a bed of soft moss. “Hey!” Still taken aback about the whole mate thing, he didn’t instantly spring to his feet. “Give a guy a little warning--”

  The moonlight caressed her silhouette as she stood above him. Her bikini top landed on his chest, and the blood rushed from his brain straight to his cock, leaving him incapable of speaking. She removed the bottoms and tossed them to the ground. Light glistened over her skin, outlining her curves in the dark.

  His heart drummed as he wasted no time in undressing. None of his friends told him about their mates reacting like this when they’d met. He threw his swimsuit to join hers on the forest ground. If she were to change her mind at this moment, he would have begged on his knees for her to finish what she’d started.

  She crouched at his feet and began crawling up his body, leaving a trail of kisses on his over sensitized skin.

  Elevating himself on his elbows, he got a better view of her drawing closer to his cock. Max held his breath. His dick pulsed with need, and it took all his willpower not to rub it to ease the ache.

  Her hard nipples brushed his thighs. As he reached out to touch one, she slapped his hand away. Jerking back, he blinked and met her intense stare. He swallowed with a throat gone dry. The hunger in her eyes burned. It caught him in a snare and trapped him within her gaze. For the first time in his life, Max understood what it felt like to be prey.

  She licked his balls in sure solid strokes, never releasing his gaze. It didn’t matter. He didn’t want freedom anymore and happily surrendered to her. All these decades of being alone ended tonight. If she wanted to lay claim to Maxwell Coxin, then he welcomed her with open arms.

  “Take me.”

  * * * *

  Her breath caught in her chest. Max’s husky whisper offered her everything she wanted. He thought she only desired his body, but she needed so much more.

  It didn’t matter what either of them wanted at this point. Things had progressed beyond her control. If she retreated now she’d die, or pick on some other poor sap who stumbled upon her.

  She licked Max’s thick, hard shaft and groaned as the waves of his pleasure crashed over her. Unable to wait any longer, she wrapped her lips around him and drank of his desire.

  Pumping his cock deep into her throat, she felt his fingers entwine in her hair. She let him touch her now that she gave into her hunger. Delicious, hot power rushed from him as she sucked his cock. She’d never met anyone with this much raw passion. It could probably satiate her.

  He rocked his hips in time with her demanding rhythm. Soft words of encouragement fell from his lips like, “Oh yes, baby,” and “please, don’t stop.”

  She doubted he was aware of his pleas while he arched his back and pushed further into her mouth.

  Meeting his needs also met hers. She swallowed every inch he offered, caressed his balls, and made him beg for it to never stop.

  This was her gift to the men who fed her. Blinding pleasure, unreliquished desire, and fucking their brains out.

  Max seemed like someone who could make her surrender to the passion, which was so dangerous, yet his lust tasted like nothing she’d ever had. Such stamina and energy continued to roll off him. Normally, her prey would be starting to weaken by now.

  With a cry born of a werewolf in the throes of ecstasy, he came.

  She drank his hot seed and the energy that released with it. Kneeling on the moss, the scent of growing things and sex surrounded them. Marie wiped her mouth and observed Max’s supine body. His chest heaved as he caught his breath.

  With smug satisfaction, she rose to her feet. She was well fed, her victim had survived, and she’d rocked his world. It wasn’t every day she accomplished all these things.

  And werewolves were tasty.

  She bent to retrieve her bikini, but his hand shot out and grabbed her wrist.

  “Where are you going? We’re not finished.” He pulled her closer.

  With the strength born of her species, she yanked her hand from his grasp, annoyed he hadn’t passed out. “Yes, we are.” She loved sex and wouldn’t mind her own release. No, no, she shook her head. Leaving a local legend dead at his party would surely set his pack on her ass. Dealing with humans was easy, shifters not so much. She didn’t care to end up on their menu.

  He sat up with unnatural speed, circled her waist with his hands, and returned her to his lap. “I beg to differ.” His gentle kiss took her by surprise. She expected passion, but he offered her something she’d rarely experienced…tenderness.

  Full, soft lips explored her mouth and set her heart aflutter. What the fuck? The onslaught of soothing caresses and loving touches made her lightheaded enough to not resist. Who the hell was she kidding? She didn’t want it to ever stop.

  He laid her on the moss and brushed a strand of hair from her face. The delicate tingle of his fingertips tracing her cheek rekindled her hunger, but this time it was for him, not only his energy.

  Pinning her to the ground with his body, he set her on fire with another kiss, this one more lascivious than the first, as he squeezed his hips between her thighs.

  She didn’t fight. Her self-control and willpower had already deserted her tonight. They never even had the chance to return before Max took charge.

  The growing shaft of his cock slid between her nether lips. She gasped at the pleasant surprise. It didn’t take him long to recover and yet still more sexual energy surrounded him. This werewolf was an endless source of sustenance.

  He rocked his hips but didn’t enter her, just rubbed the tip of his hardening cock along her clit, making it thrum with yearning.

  Groaning into his kiss, she pulled him closer and ran her fingers through the short curls on his head. Lusty power engulfed her to the point of almost drowning. She’d gone from starved to stuffed on one man who apparently needed more satisfaction from her, and she was willing to give it.

  Unable to take his slow torture anymore, she arched her back and rolled him off.

  With a surprised noise, he landed next to her.

  Not allowing Max a moment to gather his wits, Marie crawled onto him and straddled his hips. With her hand, she guided his cock to the opening of her core and slid him inside.

  Instead of easing her agitated state, his cock made it worse. Aching, craving more of him, she drove him deeper and deeper into her pussy.

  He gripped her ass, fingers biting into her flesh, and he thrust from under her body. His abs contracted with each plunge as his breaths became labored and sweat rolled off his skin. An amber glow shone from his eyes when his groans turned into growls.

  The sex changed from tender to something more carnal, almost animalistic.

  Marie grasped at his slick shoulders and tried to hang onto Max’s euphoric ride. Staring i
nto his wolfen gaze, she realized his beast wanted to surface. It didn’t frighten her. She was the scarier of the two beasts.

  She allowed herself to slip into rapture while his demanding pace propelled them over the edge.

  He closed his eyes and arched his body, driving himself as deep as possible in her.

  Grinding her hips, a detonation of pleasure erupted from her body and everything else faded for a moment except that pleasure. Time stopped when her release exploded from her.

  Max relaxed under her and groaned.

  She gazed at his handsome face and lazy, crooked smile. He still lived. Never had she drank so much from a man and had him survive. She’d come here starved and would leave filled to the gills. She pressed a light kiss between his eyes. “You’re amazing, Max.”

  His grin widened, then his eyes rolled into his head.

  Chapter 3

  Marie rose off Max’s prone body. She pressed her fingers to the base of his neck, searching for a pulse. A steady, strong beat met her fingers and his breathing appeared steady. Shame burned her cheeks. She’d lost control of her dangerous needs and could have killed Max. Going on the lam, living on the road while a pack of werewolves hunted her down, would serve her stupidity well.

  A quiet snore drew her attention back to Max’s face. In the dark, she could only make out his strong jaw and sensual mouth. Lips like those cried out to be kissed. The soft curls of his hair tempted her to touch them, except she feared he would wake and seduce her again. Oh, that would be so sweet if he did. A shiver ran down her spine.

  She’d never met her match until tonight.

  Max Cox. Ex-tv star. Werewolf.

  Marie Laframboise. Strip club owner. Siren.

  Sounded like a match made in heaven. She snorted, then covered her mouth to quiet her laugh. No one would voluntarily be with her. What a pipe dream.

  With a sigh, she climbed to her feet and retrieved her bikini from the ground. She’d have to be even more cautious about her hunger and find a way to feed in the meantime. No more werewolf parties. After dressing, she glanced at Max’s naked form sleeping on the moss. She stepped closer and her bare foot brushed against some material. Lifting it to her face, she saw it was his bathing suit.

  She grinned and fingered the small, tight shorts. An exchange of souvenirs to remember this night seemed in order. Slipping off her bottoms, she dropped them on his chest then stepped into his swimsuit. They were a little loose but it wasn’t like she’d swim in the water with them.

  * * * *

  Bright yellow warmth fell across Max’s closed eyes. Without opening them, he reached out around him, searching for the silky flesh he remembered from last night. When he only found the cool moss, he cracked open an eyelid.

  No one.

  He pushed himself to his elbows and scanned the area. Alone. Had she been a dream?

  Looking at his chest, he found a pair of red bikini bottoms. He brought them to his nose and inhaled her decadent scent. Definitely real.

  But where the hell had she gone?

  He leaped to his feet and reached for his shorts, except he couldn’t find them. Great, left naked in the woods. He snarled and strode through the bushes, cupping his family jewels with his hands so they wouldn’t get scratched. Maybe she’d gone to his place without him?

  Stopping mid-stride, he gathered his wits. Animal instincts twanged along his nerves, a power to be reckoned with, however he wasn’t just wolf. Half of him was human and he liked that part of him in control, not the beast, who ached with rejection at the moment.

  Cripe, he never got her name. What a great first impression, jumping his mate in the woods. Nice. No wonder she ran. Things like this always happened when the beast took control.

  He kicked at a loose stone on the path. Sharp pain reminded him he was barefoot. “Friggin’ crap.” Hopping on one foot, Max rubbed his big toe then limped out of the woods. He noted the sun appeared higher than he’d thought. It must be mid-morning.

  At the poolside, Chad waited for him with a huge grin on his face. The young cub’s shoulders shook with restrained laughter. “I was worried when I couldn’t find you last night or this morning, but I guess you must have found a good time.”

  “Yeah, great. Did you see a pretty blonde with hair down to here?” He pointed to his hips.

  Chad shook his head.

  The steep dive his heart took into his gut left Max dizzy. He gritted his teeth as he pulled up a seat and plopped down on it.

  “Hey, you look pissed. Whatever it is, I didn’t do it.” Chat raised his hands in front of him.

  “My soul mate arrived last night.” He ran his hands over his tangled hair.

  Chad sat across from him. “That’s great!”

  He glared at the naïve pup. “No, it’s not.”

  A confused look passed over Chad’s face. “Uh, okay. The pack usually celebrates new pairs, not acts like it’s a funeral. What gives?”

  “It’s complicated. Don’t worry, kid. Did you have a good time last night?”

  “The best, but I’m not a kid anymore. Why aren’t you happy?”

  Sighing, Max settled his head into his hands. “I never wanted a mate, Chad. Now, I’m shackled to this stranger.” He glared at Chad. “Who left me in the middle of the night without giving me her name. Part of me is glad she’s gone, and the other half is insulted as hell that she dumped me.”

  Chad folded his arms over his light blue t-shirt with a surfing logo on it, a spitting image of his father, Max’s best friend. “You’re screwed.”

  Max stared daggers at him.

  “Was it fuck-at-first sight? Is that how you lost your clothes?”

  Growling, the older werewolf grabbed and lifted the cub by the front of his shirt and tossed him in the pool. The weight almost strained Max’s shoulder. He needed to stop thinking of Chad like a cub. On his last birthday, he’d turned twenty. God, that made Max around forty. He’d stopped counting awhile back.

  Chad splashed to the surface and laughed, then he pulled himself out of the water. “I take that as a ‘yes.’ Nice to know some people don’t get wiser with age.”

  “Rub it in when I’m down.” Max sat in the chair, at ease with being nude.

  “What’s wrong with her?”

  “I don’t know. She’s beautiful and…” Knows how to fuck. He shook his head to clear it. “Why does the animal side of us chose who we spend our life with? I don’t know her. Maybe she likes all the stuff I hate. Am I supposed to change for her?”

  “Of course not. You’ll see, she’ll come back.”

  “Come back? You don’t know much about women, do you?” Max shook his head. If she left without so much as a kiss goodbye then something was up that he wouldn’t enjoy. “She didn’t act like a shifter. Just dragged me into a secluded spot, stripped, and gave me the best damn blow job.” He’d never begged before last night, and didn’t like that he’d have given her anything to continue if she’d stopped. Yet…his beast had loved it.

  “Sounds as if she’s a great match for you. Maybe you should give her a chance then freak out if you don’t like her.”

  “Yeah.” That was his fear. What if he ended up more than liking her? She’d be better off without him. His beast half didn’t agree and struggled for dominance of their body. Max controlled his animal instincts and gazed at the red material still clutched in his hand. Her scent clung to it, sweet and heady. “How good are you at tracking smells?” The beast would never leave him alone if he didn’t even try finding her, although for her sake, he hoped she stayed lost.

  “Like a hound? Not as good as Dad but okay.” Chad stood at the pool’s edge and approached. “What do you have in mind?”

  “A hunt.” He tossed the bikini bottoms to the younger werewolf then released his struggling beast and gave it the reins to their fate. Power coursed through his body until the animal he harbored grew out of him. Bones snapped, muscles reshaped, and brown fur bloomed from his skin to cover the bipedal werewolf
standing where Max used to be.

  He swung around and watched Chad’s transformation end with the elongation of his muzzle.

  They inhaled the scent from the cloth then raced to the woods. Both males possessed enough alpha traits that competition came naturally between them.

  The younger werewolf reached the forest first, but the more experienced one knew how to find the trail faster. Unable to communicate with words, Max howled as his mate’s scent grew stronger. Crashing through the undergrowth, he followed with his nose to the ground until he reached the edge of the water. He snorted the sand from his nostrils.

  She’d gone swimming in the lake? Maybe she’d wanted to wash after sex, although it also ended his trail.

  Chad arrived, his chest billowing as he followed the same trail to the water. His beast’s form melted back to a human. “What now?”

  Copying the cub’s action, Max changed back to a man. “I’ll head north and you south. She exited somewhere along the shore. Maybe we’ll pick up the trail again.”

  “Meet back here in an hour?”

  Max grimaced at the excited hunter. He might look like his father, but he acted like him. “If you find her, don’t forget she’s mine. Let the hunt begin.”

  Chapter 4

  Marie shuffled through the packet of insurance papers in her hands. She placed them on the foldout table set in the middle of her burnt out hull of a club. Flipping through each sheet in a quick scan, she bit her bottom lip to keep from voicing the stream of foul words running through her mind.

  The contractor leaned his solid shoulder against the doorframe. His t-shirt strained as he crossed his arms over his chest. Tim, his name was Tim, she reminded herself for the second time.

  Big muscles didn’t impress her. She liked men with a leaner appearance and more meat between their ears. “I know the check is here. Just give me another minute.”

  Max had a nice lean body. Sleek and strong and--she shook her head. God, no matter how hard she tried, he kept sneaking back in her mind. It was like a bad game of mental yo-yo.

  “Ah-ha, here it is.” She pulled out the insurance check made payable to the contractor who was rebuilding her club--her feeding grounds.