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Authors: Jennifer Dellerman
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me luck. I’m gonna need all I can just to get the lady alone for five minutes.”
Appearing relieved that no hard feelings existed, James smiled. “Good luck, then.”
The engine roared to life and, after strapping on his helmet, Ben gave James a two-fingered salute. He eased through the lot, mindful of out-of-control skiers and pedestrians. Once clear, he increased his speed and took a right at the fork in the path. A minute later he left the path entirely and zipped through the forest, knowing the land like the back of his hand.
As he dodged trees he recalled that first night, and his shockingly powerful reaction to Willow. No one had ever told him what to expect should he encounter his mate, and the force of his desire had blindsided him.
But because he rarely took things at face value, especially something as important as his mate, Ben had let his wolf loose when he heard Willow at the back of the cabin. His senses might be extraordinary in human form, but as wolf? They were as keen as his wild brethren. He’d stripped in one of the empty cabins, leaving the door slightly ajar, and bounded into the night.
He’d been pleased she hadn’t run screaming when her beautiful blue eyes landed on his furry form. Then he’d been amused by her attempt at conversation. But it had nearly killed him when he’d forced himself to leave. The wolf had wanted to rip something bloody while Ben itched to plant a fist in the agent’s smirking face. Doing neither, Ben had made his way back to where he’d left his clothes, shifted and dressed, all the while his wolf seethed with helpless fury. Its mate was locked up all nice and cozy with another male, and it wanted blood.
As Ben lay alone in his bed later that night he tried to be logical. Mack and Josh had also touched her, so theoretically any one of them could have initiated the mating heat from that skin-to-skin contact. But neither Mack nor Josh had returned to the cabin for a deeper whiff.
The second evening only confirmed what Ben’s beast already knew. He’d stuck around after delivering Willow her medicine, playing cards, chatting, touching her every chance he could until Rome kicked him to the curb. Once again, Willow sneaked out while Rome was in the shower and Ben, finding how easily she accepted his beast’s unwavering stare, shifted. And stared. Devouring her with his eyes. Until Rome dragged Willow back inside.
Her scent was making both man and beast crazy. Ben wanted to shove his face in her neck and breathe deep. His wolf wanted to roll around in it until her lush sweetness coated its fur. But most of all, Ben wanted to bury his throbbing cock in her slick flesh, hear her screams of pleasure as he pounded out the pulsing ache inside her silken sheath.
With a groan he forced the image of Willow, naked, back arched in ecstasy as he thrust into her from behind. His mouth closing over her neck to sink his fangs in her flesh. Because that was doing nothing to cool his ardor and he didn’t want to show up at the cabin with a cock-stand.
Instead he recalled learning from Willow and Rome that she was, in effect, bait. A way to lure Valen to Woodcliff and make another attempt on Willow’s life. Nothing less would put Valen behind bars permanently. But both Ben and his wolf had other ideas. If Valen did come to town, they would do whatever it took to keep Willow safe. Which meant killing that which meant to destroy his life. Nothing less would satisfy.
Ben also found out Willow had never been skiing. He’d opened his mouth to offer to take her out for lessons when she rose and went to the sink. And she’d limped. The sight had caused a raw fury to haze over his vision. It had been Rome and his hard kick under the kitchen table that pulled Ben from the edge.
This morning he’d thought about the snowmobiles. It only held two so Catman would have to sit at the cabin while Ben whisked Willow away for some much desired alone time.
Snickering at the idea of
Appearing relieved that no hard feelings existed, James smiled. “Good luck, then.”
The engine roared to life and, after strapping on his helmet, Ben gave James a two-fingered salute. He eased through the lot, mindful of out-of-control skiers and pedestrians. Once clear, he increased his speed and took a right at the fork in the path. A minute later he left the path entirely and zipped through the forest, knowing the land like the back of his hand.
As he dodged trees he recalled that first night, and his shockingly powerful reaction to Willow. No one had ever told him what to expect should he encounter his mate, and the force of his desire had blindsided him.
But because he rarely took things at face value, especially something as important as his mate, Ben had let his wolf loose when he heard Willow at the back of the cabin. His senses might be extraordinary in human form, but as wolf? They were as keen as his wild brethren. He’d stripped in one of the empty cabins, leaving the door slightly ajar, and bounded into the night.
He’d been pleased she hadn’t run screaming when her beautiful blue eyes landed on his furry form. Then he’d been amused by her attempt at conversation. But it had nearly killed him when he’d forced himself to leave. The wolf had wanted to rip something bloody while Ben itched to plant a fist in the agent’s smirking face. Doing neither, Ben had made his way back to where he’d left his clothes, shifted and dressed, all the while his wolf seethed with helpless fury. Its mate was locked up all nice and cozy with another male, and it wanted blood.
As Ben lay alone in his bed later that night he tried to be logical. Mack and Josh had also touched her, so theoretically any one of them could have initiated the mating heat from that skin-to-skin contact. But neither Mack nor Josh had returned to the cabin for a deeper whiff.
The second evening only confirmed what Ben’s beast already knew. He’d stuck around after delivering Willow her medicine, playing cards, chatting, touching her every chance he could until Rome kicked him to the curb. Once again, Willow sneaked out while Rome was in the shower and Ben, finding how easily she accepted his beast’s unwavering stare, shifted. And stared. Devouring her with his eyes. Until Rome dragged Willow back inside.
Her scent was making both man and beast crazy. Ben wanted to shove his face in her neck and breathe deep. His wolf wanted to roll around in it until her lush sweetness coated its fur. But most of all, Ben wanted to bury his throbbing cock in her slick flesh, hear her screams of pleasure as he pounded out the pulsing ache inside her silken sheath.
With a groan he forced the image of Willow, naked, back arched in ecstasy as he thrust into her from behind. His mouth closing over her neck to sink his fangs in her flesh. Because that was doing nothing to cool his ardor and he didn’t want to show up at the cabin with a cock-stand.
Instead he recalled learning from Willow and Rome that she was, in effect, bait. A way to lure Valen to Woodcliff and make another attempt on Willow’s life. Nothing less would put Valen behind bars permanently. But both Ben and his wolf had other ideas. If Valen did come to town, they would do whatever it took to keep Willow safe. Which meant killing that which meant to destroy his life. Nothing less would satisfy.
Ben also found out Willow had never been skiing. He’d opened his mouth to offer to take her out for lessons when she rose and went to the sink. And she’d limped. The sight had caused a raw fury to haze over his vision. It had been Rome and his hard kick under the kitchen table that pulled Ben from the edge.
This morning he’d thought about the snowmobiles. It only held two so Catman would have to sit at the cabin while Ben whisked Willow away for some much desired alone time.
Snickering at the idea of
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