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“Eagan, will you begin to age now?”
    “Aye, lass. I’ll grow old with ye on my cock.”
    Caitrin sputtered, nearly spilling her tea. Her eyes
immediately sought the organ in question, finding it hard and ready. “I am not
quite certain how it fit inside me last night.”
    “I can remind ye.”
    She giggled again as he swept her into his arms, carrying
her to the couch in the sitting room. “It is well that we are so isolated here.
There’s only me to ogle you.”
    He thrilled at the possessiveness her words implied.
Supporting her waist, he sat her atop him, leaning forward to kiss her. After
her robe slipped open, exposing her breasts, he paused to kiss those as well.
    He vowed to concentrate only on pleasure for the moment,
although his thoughts swirled darkly. What if my mark does no’ work? What if
she leaves me?
    Caitrin trembled as cool air met her skin. He soothed her
with his warm hands, running them all over her body. He couldn’t get enough of
her. She was so responsive, so willing, even though her trust had been hard
earned.
    When she was slick and ready for him, he lifted her thighs
and entered her. Closing his eyes as raw pleasure coursed through him, Eagan
kept his hands upon her thighs, guiding her in a rhythm that left them both
breathless.
    This time he didn’t try to control himself. The feeling of
her wet tightness pulling against his cock was beyond good. Eagan let out a
harsh cry as he spent his seed deep within her, crushing her close.
     
    Caitrin dropped her head to his shoulder as her werewolf
tightened one arm around her. His other hand went to her clit, stroking even as
he jerked in his own orgasm. The world exploded moments later. Caitrin muffled
her cry against his bare skin, tasting the salt on his heated body.
    For a long while he held her close, content to remain inside
her. She drifted in her own thoughts, her mind whirling now that her body was
fed, rested and sated. He’d marked her last night; the spot was still tender.
Yet she felt no different. Eagan continued to emanate lust, and the bite hadn’t
Turned her.
    Was it not supposed to trigger an immediate Change? She
sifted through her very limited werewolf knowledge. Da had been protecting her
all along, sheltering her from any contact with her grandfather’s people,
probably at her mother’s request.
    And now she was mated to an Alpha.
    Where would they go? What would happen to her croft, her
animals?
    Damn, the sheep!
    She sprang upright and away from Eagan, pulling her robe
back on. How could she have been so stupid? The barn was witchwarded against
predators—it would easily have given Delaney pause. But the pasture was
unguarded. Damn! The flock would have been safer roaming free in the hills.
    Heedless of her unorthodox attire, she stomped into the
boots at the door, snatching up the sword for good measure. Only then did she
become aware that Eagan was speaking to her.
    “—absolutely no’ going out there, Caitrin! It is far
too risky. Talk to me, lass!”
    “The sheep,” she told him, glaring mutinously to cover
threatening tears. She’d never been this rattled before and she wasn’t in the
habit of explaining herself to others after spending three years alone.
    “All right, lass. I’ll go check on them.” Gentling his
voice, Eagan drew the briefest of caresses on her cheek. Then he put his face
level to hers, wordlessly commanding her full attention. His voice became
otherworldly, commanding. “ Ye will stay inside the cottage until I am done. ”
    Her body instinctively responded to that dominant voice,
freezing in position as Eagan strode naked through the door. Caitrin grabbed
the sword, flinging the door open. Raised her foot to take the first step—and
froze again. Her muscles locked every time she made a move to cross the
witchward.
    Eagan had…cursed her? No, that couldn’t be it. Caitrin
gasped, suddenly realizing what he’d done. He was her Alpha now. He’d ordered
her to remain behind,