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opened the top, and set it down to unwrap her silverware. Munching on a bit of the food, she placed the container on the coffee table and began removing the tags from the clothing. She’d seen the washer and dryer the cabin had and was going to use them.
    By the time the sun had disappeared, she had one load running as the land was swathed with darkness. She strolled back to the main room eating and froze at the sight of the man standing there.
    Casimir stood there, a scowl across his handsome features. The sleeves of his navy blue shirt strained to contain his muscles as he crossed his arms. Her gaze trailed lower over the jeans that did nothing to hide the strength in his legs or the size of his cock.
    When she managed to drag her gaze north of his waistband to his eyes, she found his waiting. Damn, damn. Damn.
    “I told you to wait and that I would take you shopping.”
    She shrugged as if he didn’t set her pulse pounding on so many levels. “So you did, and I told you I don’t follow orders nor am I Pack.”
    His eyes went wolf and her slit pulsed as moisture gathered. Holy hell. Deep inside something woke in her and she fought not to react.
    One second he wasn’t and the next he stood directly before her, surrounding her with his scent, which encouraged her mind to jump on him and explore the man claiming to be her husband.
    The outdoor’s freshness mingled with his own scent. Her nipples hardened and she nearly whimpered.
    “You are more than Pack, Dyana.” He stepped closer, somehow maneuvering her to where the wall was at her back. Retreat was no longer an option.
    “No,” she disagreed. “I’m a minor distraction. One which I would like to point out, wouldn’t be an issue had you held up your end and had the damn papers ready.”
    “Wrong.”
    His eyes changed. Not from wolf, but to passion. Her breath hitched as the urge to mark him floored her. Put her mark on him so that bitch kept her hands off.
    “How do you figure?”
    “Because you’re my wife. My mate. Alpha.” He leaned closer. “Mine.”
    Oh sweet Jesus, she was ready to come from his look and tone. “I thought that was Jetje’s position.” Even she couldn’t ignore the sneer that her voice took on with that name.
    “No.” He reached out and fisted his hand in her locks. “Say it. Tell me you’re mine.”
    Her skin prickled and she wrapped her fingers in the hair around the nape of his neck. “That’s what you want, is it? Me to tell you that I belong to you?”
    He didn’t respond, just flickered his gaze to her lips and back to her eyes.
    Why the hell not? She may as well take another go at experiencing a kiss with her husband. Correction, her husband. Making it her choice to put her lips to his. She didn’t believe she would marry again. Not that she knew of the first one.
    She pushed up on her toes and before she could figure out exactly how dumb of an idea this was, she placed her mouth on his. For a fraction of a heartbeat he held immobile.
    As she pushed her tongue through his lips a low growl rose up from his throat. Her body went on high alert as he lifted her straight up so they were face to face. He broke free of her mouth, touched her lips with his free hand, then reclaimed her mouth.
    Devoured her. Engulfed her. In a way that surpassed all-consuming. Down to her veins she felt on fire. Its intensity scared her, not as much as the fact she craved more. Desperately so.
    Hooking her legs around his waist, she ground against the large package she knew was there. Their tongues dueled for supremacy, thrusting, parring, twisting, and sliding. He tugged on the hair he held and she trembled as she came in a hard and powerful rush.
    Sense struggled mightily against the haze of lust before it penetrated. Dyana wriggled free and landed on the floor, leg spiking in pain upon impact.
    “I’m not and do not do that again.”
    He barely appeared fazed by her declaration. “You are.”
    Sweet hell, she almost came again from