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badly.”
    “Whoever it is won’t get close enough to you to do any damage. I promise you that.
    Now let’s see what we can get done in five minutes.”
    It was quick and hard and raw. Regan was already wet just from seeing Brain’s naked body and feeling his long, lean length against hers. In seconds, he retrieved a condom from the nightstand and rolled her to her back, yanking the pillows from behind her head.
    Spreading her legs wide, he opened the lips of her cunt, positioned the head of his cock at her entrance and penetrated her with one hard thrust.
    “Oh, God.” The harsh cry ripped from his throat. Bracing himself on his forearms, he held himself completely still as the walls of her pussy gripped his shaft, tiny quivers racing through the muscles.
    Regan lifted her legs and wrapped them around his waist, locking her ankles at the small of his back and pulling him in even deeper. When he began to move, he thrust into her with deep, firm strokes, driving into her again and again, He moved one hand and slipped it between them, taking her clit between thumb and forefinger and chafing it in rhythm with the movement of his cock.
    Her whole body was on fire from the assault, her pussy slick against his latex-clad cock.
    She matched his pace, her hips rocking as his body slammed into hers, again and again. The orgasm roared up without warning, consuming her, shaking her, her hot liquid bathing his cock as he spurted hot cum into the reservoir of the condom.
    He held her through the aftershocks, his forehead touching hers, his body shaking from the force of the shared climax. When they finally got their breathing and heartbeats under control, Brian slid from the tight grasp of her cunt and flopped onto his back.
    “You know, we may just kill ourselves, but what a way to go.”
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    Regan reached down and linked her fingers with his. “I’ll second that. Think you have enough energy to help me into the shower. We have to get going. I have to find out what happened to my files from yesterday, too. I have hearings in court today, and I’ll need them.”
    Brian sat up and looked down at her. “I thought you misplaced them?”
    “I never misplace files,” she said with vehemence. “Someone wants me to think that’s what I’m doing. Maybe it’s the same person, but then that means…”
    “That it’s definitely someone from your office.” Brian hauled her out of bed. “Shower.
    We need to get moving. Now.”
     

     
    “So tell me,” Regan said as Brian manoeuvred through morning traffic. “How often do you…um…change?”
    “Shift. It’s called shifting. I usually can’t go more than three or four days without shifting once. I do it at night, someplace where I can run. That satisfies the need, but rage can exacerbate that and call up the urge more often.”
    “But where do you go? You can’t run around in the city.”
    “My house is just north of the city where there’s plenty of undeveloped land. And now with Sierra in the family, we can go to her cabin in Maine, where she has five thousand acres of woods.”
    Regan shook her head. “Are there just the eight of you at the agency? No one else?
    Where did you live before?”
    She felt the tension surge through his body. “Minnesota. We had a pack of nearly seven hundred. But someone declared open season on wolves, and we were decimated. Those of us left fled as far as we could.”
    Her throat tightened as she imagined the sadness and anguish they had suffered. “I’m so sorry.”
    He let out a long breath. “When this is over, we’ll talk about it more. I’ll tell you the whole story of shifters and about everyone at Sentinels. ” He slid a quick glance at her. “If you want me to, that is.”
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    “I want you to.” She reached over her hand and squeezed his thigh and was rewarded with a tiny smile curving his hard mouth.
    At the office, her car was untouched and the lost files