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door.
    She turned before he could open the door for her. “Don’t get any ideas, Marc McAllister. I’m going with you for the education, remember that.”
    He gripped her ass, pulling her to him, and then nibbled on her lower lip before she could stop him. “And an education is what you’re going to get,” he told her, and then pulled her in closer, needing to taste more of her.
    When she relaxed into him, her body curving along his as she arched her back, giving what he demanded, his entire body turned rock-hard. More than anything he could devour her right here and now. Nothing had ever tasted so sweet. No woman had ever curved into him so perfectly.
    A growl escaped him, his heart pumping furiously, blood rushing through him while his cock turned to stone.
    “Marc,” she cried out, breaking off the kiss when she turned her head and gasped for air.
    He could feast on her all night. And he just might do that.
    Letting her go, he turned her around and opened the car door, giving her adorable ass a slight swat. “Get in,” he said, enjoying her disgruntled expression.
    It didn’t take too long to drive out of town. He took his time driving along Hart Highway, enjoying the wonderful night sky that spread out before him. A run would be perfect later that evening. He needed to be out under this sky, feeling the crisp night air around him.
    Once they reached Wright Creek Road he sensed Heather getting nervous. This would be good for her, and he knew she would be safe among his den and their friends. Pulling into the long drive that led back to the small cabin he’d lived in with his brothers up until recently, he parked among several other familiar cars.
    “This is where my den lives,” he told her, enjoying how her eyes brightened in the dark with a mixture of curiosity and a bit of fear.
    She got out on her own, and stood at the front of the car for a moment without following him toward the house. He turned, reaching for her when she hesitated.
    “Remember what I told you,” he whispered, brushing his mouth over the warmth of her forehead, inhaling the perfumed scent of her shampoo. “I will never allow you to be hurt. Do you believe me?”
    “Yes,” she nodded, looking up at him. “I believe you.”
    Nonetheless, her nervousness increased when he opened the front door and led her in to his brother’s den, a mixture of rock music and the smell of beer greeting them.
     
    Heather’s knees wobbled underneath her when she followed Marc into the small cabin. She was greeted by laughter coming from another room, and the enticing smell of barbeque.
    The way Marc had yanked her away from her friends still had her rattled. Men just didn’t act like that, and that fact that he did, that he’d practically dragged her out of the café like a caveman would his woman, was beyond unbelievable. Men simply didn’t act like that. With all of her research on werewolves, she knew they were more aggressive than humans, but dragging her out?
    He’d thrown her so off-guard, she hadn’t been able to think straight. But then he’d told her she was with him tonight, that they were going to a werewolf party, and all because he wanted to show her how werewolves really were.
    Damn. If only he’d realized she’d gotten one hell of an education right there in the coffee shop. Werewolves were definitely more primitive than humans.
    And she should be pissed at him for his actions. And she would be. As soon as she got over being pissed at herself for being so damned turned on by how he treated her.
    She took a look around the small home that looked the way she’d picture any home would look with two young men living in it. The furniture was secondhand. There were little to no wall hangings. And a couple of open bottles of beer sat on the box crate that posed as a coffee table in front of the couch.
    There was nothing to be nervous about, she told herself. Nonetheless, her heart pounded in her chest. This was a home full of