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torturous waiting had ended.
Charging up the mountain, he ached to capture her, mate with her, make her his for life.
The crisp scents on the mountain heightened his senses. Not that they weren’t already on overdrive. He ignored the smells of nature around him. Paid no heed to the small animals that scattered in terror. Moira consumed his thoughts.
Halfway up the mountain, he spotted her. Tearing over the rocky terrain, running around thick clumps of trees and underbrush, she raced with no direction. There were no houses up here, no humans, no roads leading to any town. With nothing more than the full moon glowing down on them, she’d set up conditions for primal emotions to surge to their fullest.
Slow seduction no longer mattered. He would take her hard and fast. She’d belly-up and submit. His carnal side dominated. The harder he raced after her, blood pumping through him while his muscles worked to climb the mountain, the more determined he became.
And in his animal form, determination had a narrow focus.
Capture and fuck her. Claim what had been given to him. Make Moira his.
The Malta werewolves, with their long black coats, were at the top of the predatorial chain. Viewed as extinct by most, an endangered species by a few, the inability to spot them at night, their large size and incredible speed made them the most dangerous werewolves on the planet. Dante was about to prove that very true.
Mine. The primal announcement roared past his lips. You’re mine.
He leapt over a large boulder with ease. A clearing lay ahead, the sound of cold rushing water nearby. Dante slowed, aware of Juan closing in behind him. Night vision and a full moon made it easy to see around him.
Moira had disappeared but her scent prevailed. It was everywhere. On every blade of grass, every limb of every tree, in the air, in the dirt. There were no smells other than hers.
But he didn’t see her anywhere.
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His heart pounded furiously, need rushing through him, hardening his cock while the dampness in the air clung to his fur. He turned slowly, studying every inch of his surroundings, his ears twitching while he heard every minute sound. A leaf falling, a twig popping, dirt scraped from the earth by long claws.
His littermate stood like a statue next to him, his instincts on full alert as well.
Neither of them moved.
The little bitch couldn’t have just disappeared.
Disappeared.
Fuck!
A growl rumbled through him, understanding slowly taking life. Juan cocked his head, his ears twitching while his black eyes glowed against equally dark fur.
Damn the bitch for her cleverness. If he weren’t so suddenly pissed off he’d have a good laugh over it.
Disappeared is exactly what Moira had done, using the gift, the powers that he’d begun assuming didn’t run as strongly in her as they did through him. She’d used the elements against both of them, determined to escape.
Turning to race back down the mountain, another thought hit him as if he’d just run into a brick wall. Juan had left the fucking car running. Getting stuck on the side of some damned mountain didn’t appeal to him at all.
The brief amusement that had trickled through him disappeared even faster. If that little bitch took off in the car, leaving them stuck there, he’d have her hide.
Whether Juan understood or not mattered little. He stuck to Dante’s heels, matching his stride as they raced back to the cabin. Headlights glimmered ahead of them and began moving just as the two of them approached the car.
Nice try, little bitch!
He leapt onto the hood, landing with a loud thud just as Moira started accelerating.
The car lurched to a stop, which was all the time he needed. The change ripped through him, stealing his breath, pinching muscle and tendon, burning through his veins.
Ignoring the sensations that made it suddenly harder to see in the night, that made the cold air attack him like a brutal enemy, he ripped open the driver’s
Charging up the mountain, he ached to capture her, mate with her, make her his for life.
The crisp scents on the mountain heightened his senses. Not that they weren’t already on overdrive. He ignored the smells of nature around him. Paid no heed to the small animals that scattered in terror. Moira consumed his thoughts.
Halfway up the mountain, he spotted her. Tearing over the rocky terrain, running around thick clumps of trees and underbrush, she raced with no direction. There were no houses up here, no humans, no roads leading to any town. With nothing more than the full moon glowing down on them, she’d set up conditions for primal emotions to surge to their fullest.
Slow seduction no longer mattered. He would take her hard and fast. She’d belly-up and submit. His carnal side dominated. The harder he raced after her, blood pumping through him while his muscles worked to climb the mountain, the more determined he became.
And in his animal form, determination had a narrow focus.
Capture and fuck her. Claim what had been given to him. Make Moira his.
The Malta werewolves, with their long black coats, were at the top of the predatorial chain. Viewed as extinct by most, an endangered species by a few, the inability to spot them at night, their large size and incredible speed made them the most dangerous werewolves on the planet. Dante was about to prove that very true.
Mine. The primal announcement roared past his lips. You’re mine.
He leapt over a large boulder with ease. A clearing lay ahead, the sound of cold rushing water nearby. Dante slowed, aware of Juan closing in behind him. Night vision and a full moon made it easy to see around him.
Moira had disappeared but her scent prevailed. It was everywhere. On every blade of grass, every limb of every tree, in the air, in the dirt. There were no smells other than hers.
But he didn’t see her anywhere.
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His heart pounded furiously, need rushing through him, hardening his cock while the dampness in the air clung to his fur. He turned slowly, studying every inch of his surroundings, his ears twitching while he heard every minute sound. A leaf falling, a twig popping, dirt scraped from the earth by long claws.
His littermate stood like a statue next to him, his instincts on full alert as well.
Neither of them moved.
The little bitch couldn’t have just disappeared.
Disappeared.
Fuck!
A growl rumbled through him, understanding slowly taking life. Juan cocked his head, his ears twitching while his black eyes glowed against equally dark fur.
Damn the bitch for her cleverness. If he weren’t so suddenly pissed off he’d have a good laugh over it.
Disappeared is exactly what Moira had done, using the gift, the powers that he’d begun assuming didn’t run as strongly in her as they did through him. She’d used the elements against both of them, determined to escape.
Turning to race back down the mountain, another thought hit him as if he’d just run into a brick wall. Juan had left the fucking car running. Getting stuck on the side of some damned mountain didn’t appeal to him at all.
The brief amusement that had trickled through him disappeared even faster. If that little bitch took off in the car, leaving them stuck there, he’d have her hide.
Whether Juan understood or not mattered little. He stuck to Dante’s heels, matching his stride as they raced back to the cabin. Headlights glimmered ahead of them and began moving just as the two of them approached the car.
Nice try, little bitch!
He leapt onto the hood, landing with a loud thud just as Moira started accelerating.
The car lurched to a stop, which was all the time he needed. The change ripped through him, stealing his breath, pinching muscle and tendon, burning through his veins.
Ignoring the sensations that made it suddenly harder to see in the night, that made the cold air attack him like a brutal enemy, he ripped open the driver’s
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