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were
as small as she was and curled up. To want a private space like
this must have been a cat thing. At the moment, the lack of size
didn’t matter. Evina shoved the door closed behind them. A light
came on, an exotic bazaar-style lantern dangling from a chain
above.
    “Rrr,” she said—part funny, part serious—as
she slammed him unresisting against the wall. The little growl
skipped along the nerves of his penis, making it thrum and throb.
By this point, his cock was hard enough to pound railroad spikes.
He reached for her bottom to pull her softness closer. She groaned
as he hitched her up.
    Nate wondered if a person could die of
thankfulness.
    “No one can blame me for this,” she said.
“Wolf or not, you are too damned yummy.”
    When her lips seized his and her hard-tipped
breasts flattened against his chest, Nate decided no one could
blame him either.
    ~
    Evina’s memory hadn’t exaggerated his skill
at kissing, or how hard his lean body was. He pulled her up him
effortlessly, big hands arranging her thighs around his trim
waist.
    That done, he kneaded her bottom
enticingly.
    Her pussy tightened at the press of the bulge
that stretched his trouser front. God, he was big—and exactly what
she needed. The ache inside her had been building ever since he
arrived. Now her head fell back, and Nate kissed a licking,
stinging path down her neck. He was almost biting her, almost
sucking hard enough to leave marks.
    This should have dismayed her, but every
nerve she had sang with excitement. Her hands tightened on his
shoulders, so wide, so spare of any cushioning but muscle. She
rolled her pubis over his large hard-on, hungry to stimulate both
herself and it. Nate grunted and shoved his crotch at her
harder.
    “My God,” she breathed, loving how strong he
was. “This is going to be good.”
    “We’re doing this?” he panted. “This is
on?”
    “This is so on.”
    He let out that grunt again and turned her,
shoving her spine into the wall. They kissed openmouthed and
urgent, growing increasingly aggressive now that they’d given in to
their attraction. Nate’s clever seducer’s fingers opened her jeans
and slid in. His hand was underneath her panties, the smooth hard
tips of his fingers moving into her wet folds. He understood she
wasn’t breakable. When he found the pulse and swell of her
clitoris, he gave it a good strong squeeze.
    Her private break room was soundproofed, but
her throaty moan still struck her as too noisy.
    Not too noisy for him. Nate kissed her harder
and continued to rub her clit, his thumb and fingers rolling it
between them. He was skilled at this, seeming to know exactly where
the little rod was most sensitive. She supposed he might be reading
her energy, not an uncommon gift among weres. Whatever his secret,
he took advantage. He rubbed her sweet spots over and over,
alternating the pressure just enough not to numb them out.
Sensation coiled inside her groin, tingling, spreading, rising so
swiftly it startled her.
    “Don’t,” she gasped into his mouth.
    “Do,” he urged, breathing raggedly.
    He wanted her to come without him, and that
wasn’t how she intended this to go. She fumbled for the front of
his nice trousers—some designer brand, she could tell. “I want you
inside me. I want you with me.”
    His fastenings were more complicated than
hers. Getting nowhere with opening them, she gripped his erection
through the cloth. He growled at her. He sounded a little angry,
but she’d gotten her message through.
    “Crap,” he said when she refused to let go.
Capitulating for now, he released her pussy and butt, allowing her
legs to slide down his. He dropped then, managing to reach his
knees in the confined space. Anger forgotten, he nuzzled her belly
through the traditional tunic shirt she wore. He inhaled, long and
slow, and she knew he was drawing in her essence. The room was too
cramped for him to bend lower.
    Considering his hum of pleasure, she had no
doubt he would