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every muscle he possessed was tense.  Wolves weren’t known for being the most graceful or the quietest, after all.  Her scent only got stronger causing a soundless growl to penetrate the bowels of his throat. He couldn't control himself, not when he was so close to her.
    Intoxicating.
    The bond led him to the last door down the hallway, but he refrained from entering just yet.  What was he doing, breaking into her apartment just to steal her away?  He didn’t even like her.  But just the mere thought of another man –
    Another growl lodged itself in his mouth and he gripped his thick hair, forcing himself to be quiet.
    He blinked and forced his eyes around the room, taking in her current living environment. He needed something else to concentrate on. It was rather spacious, considering she lived by herself, but she probably got paid quite well and added to the fact that she lived in a pretty safe neighborhood. In fact, everything looked ordinary. Ordinary and clean.  The room itself was oddly bare; there were no pictures hanging around, on the coffee table or on a wall. Her television was widescreen; her couch matched the color scheme
    Huh.
    Well, he expected something… different. Maybe something as brash as she was.  Like dishes in the sink or scattered magazines or some kind of chaos.  Because she certainly caused him chaos in the brief time he knew her. But this… Well, he didn't know her, exactly. It was very possible he was the only thing who managed to get on her grouchy side.
    For whatever reason, this seemed to amuse him as his lips curled into a grin , and he glanced at her kitchen. Everything was in place, looked nice. Not a dish in the sink. He wanted to search through her refrigerator to see what kind of food she liked to eat, but her pull on him was becoming too hard to fight.  His thoughts were tugged back to her bedroom door. He wanted to see her face, touch her skin, and interact with her. Even if she pissed him off, she made him feel something nobody else ever had.
    She made him feel alive.  
    Not just for a night, or a little while.  But every time he thought of her, the hair on his body stood erect, brimming with electricity, and he craved her presence in order to set that electricity off.  He needed her reaction to him.  No woman had ever made him feel as tantalized and as on-edge as Bridgette did.
    He looked back at her doorway, noticing that it was closed. Interesting, he thought. There was no reason for her to close the door; no roommates, no pets. Her whole house guaranteed her privacy. So what was she hiding from?
    You , a voice said, and without his accord, his lips curled on his left side.
    He idly wondered for a m oment if she was up reading. She looked like a reader.  Bookish, but not quiet.
    But when he opened the door to her bedroom, he found it completely black, much like the rest of the house. He could make out the silhouette of her form, but he arched a brow when he realized she was sleeping on her back. Usually, humans didn't really sleep on thei r backs.
    He sauntered closer to her, not in the least bit worried if she woke up. His hazel eyes scrutinizing the scenery before him. It was then he realized just why she was on her back. It appeared as though she was having some sort of dream. Her eyelids were closed gently and her chin was tilted upwards. Due to the heat, it was no wonder that she was in a loose t-shirt and a pair of underwear, her body left free from concealment by the covers. Marcus's eyes took in her physique sharply, hoping to figure out just what she was dreaming about.
    It didn't take him long to realize it, and his eyes opened in fascination. At first, he had assumed it was some kind of nightmare, because her brows were pushed together and her breathing was fast. Occasionally, she would bite down on her bottom lip, as though she was trying to conceal a groan of some sort, but he still heard her. Her arms were by her sides and her fingers were buried