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grinned and flung my arms lightly around his neck. “The hero carries his heroine to the bed and

ravishes her senseless in all the best romances.”
He arched an eyebrow, bedevilment dancing in his dark gaze. “But does he do this?”
And with that, he tossed me. I yelped as I flew through the air, then laughed in delight as I hit

the bed and bounced several times. “I don’t think there are many human males who could throw

their women with such ease.”
“And there aren’t many human females who have an appetite as strong as yours.”
“Know this for a fact, do you?”
“Yes. I’ve been around a long time, remember.”
“A very, very long time,” I agreed solemnly. “I’m amazed you can still manage to get it

up.”
He took a swipe at me, but I rolled away from it with a laugh. “And there I was about to add

something very nice.”
I raised an eyebrow. “Like?”
“Like every day I thank fate for putting such a stubborn, sexy, and altogether wonderful werewolf

in my life.”
Something inside me went mushy. “I might just let you bite my neck for that.”
“I might just hold you to that.” He bent over the end of the bed and reached for my jeans. I

arched my hips to make the zipper easier to reach and his smile grew.
“Such an eager pup,” he murmured, hooking the waist of my jeans and panties and pulling them

swiftly down my legs.
“Well, I can’t have you fumbling around taking forever to get down to business. I do have to go

to work soon, remember.”
“After being on this earth for twelve hundred years, I’d like to think I’m beyond mere

fumbling.”
He dropped my clothes to the floor then tackled his own. My grin grew as his body was revealed,

my gaze drifting up the lean muscular planes of his legs to the rampant hardness of his

erection.
This man was desire personified, and it was all I could do not to jump his bones right there and

then.
“Every man fumbles,” I commented dryly, “because every man sometimes lets the little head think

for the big one.”
On hands and knees, he walked up the bed, straddling my body but not actually touching my flesh.

His scent, his desire, filled every breath, making my body burn and my heart ache.
“There have only been two times in my life that I’ve allowed the desire for sex to overrule my

better judgment,” he said softly, his dark gaze burning into my mine and his expression serious.

“And in the second case, it’s the best thing that has ever happened to me.”
Then his lips dropped to mine and he kissed me. But it was more than just a kiss, more than just

a meeting of lips and desire. It was heart if not soul, and the only place I wanted to be, now

and forever.
There was no more talking from that moment on, just caressing and kissing and pleasuring. I

explored his body as fully as he enjoyed mine, taking my time, letting the pleasure build and

build, until it felt like every part of me was wound so tight it would surely break. Then he

entered me, and everything did shatter, the power of my orgasm

tossing me about like a leaf in the storm. When his teeth entered my neck, I came a second time,

the pleasure of that one action sweeping through me like a tide.
And later, when I could think again, I realized that for me, it would never be just about the bite. It was this—the hot and sweaty aftermath, lying replete and

exhausted in his arms—that was the most addictive moment.
The blood whores had no idea just how much they were truly missing.

Chapter 4
    W here the hell is your report?” Jack bellowed the minute I

walked through the door of the day division’s rather cramped Directorate quarters.
Of course, calling ourselves the day division was something of a misnomer, given we seemed to

work all hours of the clock, not just the daylight ones.
“I sent it in before I left home,” I said, plucking a coffee from the cardboard tray I was

holding and handing it to him.
He sniffed the coffee