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and whispered against her skin. Sighing, she eased a finger down inside her black lace panties. She was wet. For him.
    “Wrong, wrong, wrong!”
    But while flirting with a vampire should be disgraceful, it didn’t stop her from satisfying the ache that yearned for appeasement. She stroked herself, slowly, steadily.
    The image of Creed’s sexy stare haunted her. Let him look. Let him hunger for her. Let him…make her hot and horny.
    She didn’t need a man to feel good. She could take care of business by herself.
    And she did, bringing herself to a climax, clinging to the wall, yet wanting it to be a man’s broad shoulders she clung to instead.
    C REED PAUSED AS HE PASSED the guest bedroom door. Whimpers, moans, a huffing sigh. The sounds inside were unmistakable. She was…
    “Pleasuring herself?”
    Had she been turned on just now in the theater room? Had the saucy pink princess gotten as hot as he had?
    “Oh, my sweet, wicked werewolf.”
    He turned to grip the doorknob but stopped himself.
    A smile crept onto his lips. The werewolf had gotten hot for the vampire.
    Nodding, he stepped back and crossed his arms. “Nice.”
    O VER A MIXING BOWL of Cap’n Crunch, Blu drowned her morning blues. She had never been a morning person. And though she’d yet to tip the night into dawn since the marriage—and had been getting to bed far too early—she still didn’t have to like the new day.
    A few taps checked her cell phone. No messages. Come on, Bree, I need contact with the real world. And Ryan was being strangely silent. Had he already found himself a new girl? No, he was probably busy with the Western pack.
    Blu spooned in a load of sugary sweetness. Milktrickled down her chin and she swiped it off with the back of her hand.
    This time she sensed his arrival before the kitchen door swung inside.
    “Morning, darling,” she offered coquettishly.
    Blu admonished her inner flirt. She’d come so close to kissing him last night. If he hadn’t smelled like blood, she would have.
    Good save. Way to stay in control.
    Mostly. The dude didn’t have to know what had gone on behind closed doors.
    Dressed impeccably, as usual, Creed wore another Armani suit, unbuttoned to reveal a slice of shirt that matched the whites of his eyes. The shirt, too, was unbuttoned, exposing a patch of pale flesh. Diamond cuff links advertised his wealth.
    Blu had no idea how rich the man was, but much richer than her family was, she felt sure. The pack compound might be larger, but this mansion had all the luxury goods. Marble floors, gold faucets, high-thread-count sheets and plasma TVs.
    A girl should take advantage of her new bank account. She was his wife, after all. And didn’t wives have access to all of their husband’s cash?
    “Sleep well last night?” he asked.
    “Blissful,” she answered, then caught his knowing smirk.
    What was that about?
    Morning paper in hand, Creed eyed the massive bowl of cereal. “Why don’t you pour the milk in the box and eat it that way?”
    “Oh, ha-ha. The vampire made a funny.”
    He sat before the table, across from her, and smoothed the paper neatly before him. “You eat a lot.”
    “Worried I’m going to get fat on you?”
    “I suspect you run it off. How far do you run every day?”
    “I’m guessing I’m getting about ten miles doing your estate five times in a circle.”
    “I could get you a treadmill.”
    “Oh, right. Why don’t you get me a leash, too?” She chomped a huge bite, milk trailing down her chin again. “And while you’re at it, a special room with all my chew toys and a doggie bed.”
    “I didn’t mean to offend, Blu. Though you seem to take offense at the drop of a hat,” he muttered.
    Blu sneered mockingly.
    He looked up from the paper and zoomed in on her chin. He made a brushing gesture over his own chin.
    Blu tried to lick away the dribble of milk but in the process sprayed out a pink kernel of cereal. It rolled across the paper and landed near Creed’s