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He heard her loud intake of breath and didn’t know if he was
about to get slapped, but then he glanced down and saw her nipples had pebbled
under her thin shirt. Thank the gods she was just small enough to not wear
bras.

She shook her head ruefully.

Before she could continue the conversation, he lifted both
hands and placed them gently over those begging nipples. Her body wanted sex,
even if her mouth wanted to keep talking.

“Smokie,” she breathed.

Before she could say more, he slanted his mouth over hers
and blocked speech with kisses. She didn’t stop him, didn’t resist, just rested
her hands along his belt and rocked her body against his.

At that moment, he knew being with her again had been as
inevitable as the moonrise. Sudden fury rose in him. He’d lost control of his
life and he hated that. Until now, being a shapeshifter had expanded his
horizons, not limited them. He pushed Olivia’s slim form until her back landed
against the faux-brick wall alongside the entertainment unit. His teeth scraped
along her neck. He pulled his hands from her breasts and used his nails to rip
down her shirt. As he spread the tattered fabric open his hand brushed against
a large, solid disk on the entertainment unit. He grasped it.

When he glanced at it, he saw a stray roll of yellow caution
tape. That might add a measure of control to the situation.

Olivia’s gaze followed his hands as he tore a strip of tape
from the roll. She didn’t resist as he lifted one of her wrists into the air
and created a long manacle to anchor her arm above her head on a water pipe
that came into the room above the windows.

If anything, her nipples were harder—ripe cherries begging
to be plucked. He grabbed a big bag of chips from the table and removed the
clip then opened and closed it in front of her nipple.

Her chest rose and fell rapidly and her pupils dilated.

“Wet yet?”

She whimpered.

He took that as a yes and closed the chip-bag clip over her
nipple. Her knees buckled and he grabbed her around the waist. After a moment,
she steadied herself, and, looking him in the eyes, lifted her other hand into
the air.

He formed another manacle and wrapped the end of the tape
around the water pipe. It wouldn’t really hold her, but that wasn’t the point.
This was.

He took the clip off and closed it around the other nipple.
She gasped as blood rushed back into her flesh. He laved the swollen tip with
his tongue as her hips bucked against him.

Yeah, she wanted to give him control, trusted him even just
as a hook-up. He liked that.

“What’s with all the clothes, Olivia?” he asked, tugging at
the waistband of her yoga pants. “Panties, socks? Not the girl I’m used to.”

She laughed, a hoarse sound unlike her usual warm chime.
“Exercise clothes.”

“You don’t consider what we do exercise?”

She chuckled again then bit back a gasp as he removed the clip.
He admired the pretty stripe of vertical lines the clip made around her
engorged nipple.

“Aren’t you going to kiss it better?” she whispered. “You’re
rougher than I am.”

He bent and did as she asked. Her body swayed toward his,
almost as if he’d suspended her in the air instead of just raising her arms.
The skin of her breasts smelled different than her hair, more coconut, less
lemon.

“We should find a secluded beach,” he decided. “I’d love to
love you in some deserted cove, the weather as warm as this, sand under our
toes.” Love you? What was he saying? He meant “fuck you”, not “love you”.

She moaned in answer, sounding so irresistible that he had
to walk his fingers down her gently rounded belly and find the damp curls above
her slit. He found her clit and massaged it firmly, too horny to use a more
delicate approach. He wanted her legs wrapped around him ASAP.

She tossed her head from side to side in response and her
eyes closed. Taking that as agreement, he pushed her pants and panties down,
pulling them off along with her shoes, until all she wore was socks and a thin
gold-and-sapphire tennis bracelet.

Steadying her legs, he knelt on the floor. His cock
thickened as he smelled her arousal up close. He licked up her slit then
delicately opened her labia and let her cream cover his tongue. She tasted
better than coconut or lemon any day.

“Oh, Smokie.”

He lifted his head. “Don’t think the door is locked. Think
we’ll get company?”

She gasped as his tongue touched her again. He slid his
fingers up her smooth legs then circled her ass. She really was a runner. Her
muscles were well-defined, rounded, sexy as hell. His cock could burst through
the zipper of his uniform pants, it was so hard.

“The things you do to me, girl,” he whispered, reaching into
his pocket for a condom while he continued to lick her.

She yelped and bucked her hips. He gave up the quest for his
condom for now, knowing she was close to coming. He slicked his fingers through
her cream then rubbed them between her cheeks. She clenched around his fingers,
grinding against his tongue. Gently, he slid his pinky into her anus.

She came in jagged jerks and he had to grab her ass to keep
her upright. The feeling of her smooth, muscled skin under his hands reminded
him of his own needs. He released her, undid his pants and rolled on the condom
as soon as he found it.

“Ready?” he asked.

Just as he’d imagined, her legs lifted around his waist. He
found her channel ready for him. His cock entered in one smooth, mind-bending
glide. Despite her orgasm, despite being slick with cream, she was still so
tight. And so hot. He grabbed her ass again and began to pump.

Olivia was a tall woman and her head found his temple. He
felt her nip along the outer shell of his ear then her sharp little teeth found
his earlobe. She nibbled until each bite felt like a flash of fire down his
body into his cock. He drove harder inside her and she locked her ankles around
his waist in response to the onslaught.

“You’re absolutely perfect, you know that?”

“That’s my line,” he panted.

“You’re the perfect fuck,” she said in a soft voice that
lowered in register when he thrust again. “Perfect.”

Barkley’s tortured voice drifted through Smokie’s mind
again. He pushed the words aside. “Perfect fuck” didn’t mean true mate. Even if
she was perfect. Her camaraderie with the firefighters and commitment to the
firehouse that was so central to his life, fit his existence. She had that
sweet little house, the marvelous baking, and hot-as-fire sex in her favor.
That body—slim and muscled, athletic, just like he was. Those pert, naughty
nipples.

But she wasn’t a shapeshifter and didn’t it come down to
that? How could a human be a true mate? Yet, Barkley had never been wrong.
Smokie didn’t really believe the pronouncement was false. The seer had thought
he was dying, right? He wouldn’t have gotten it wrong.

Except he hadn’t been dying. His injuries were minor for
their kind.

A hard bite on his ear refocused his attention.

“Excuse me? Your cock is in my pussy? Wanna focus?”

Smokie found her mouth with his. “Sorry. Long day.”

He made sure she had no cause for complaint after that,
changing the angle of his thrusts so every glide of his body rocked her clit.
Soon she was gasping and crying out with every movement.

Behind them, he heard the door open then footfalls as
someone moved inside, observed their tangled bodies.

“Excuse me.” Someone laughed when Olivia shrieked. The door
closed again.

“Should have set those brownies outside,” Smokie said.

Olivia wriggled against him. “I think the tape’s coming undone.”

“My sex manacles? Never.” But he smoothed his movements,
deepened them with every thrust.

“Don’t stop, even if they come in again.” She rotated her
hips.

“I won’t,” he promised, giving as good as he got.

She swiveled against him, matching every slide and thrust he
made. Gods, she really was perfect.

“Yes, yes…oh yeah,” she keened, losing her grip on his ear
as she came.

Her channel tightened and released, tightened and released.
Smokie felt his orgasm start somewhere at the base of his spine then his balls
released and it felt as if his whole body poured into hers.

When he could think again, he steadied her. After grabbing
his belt, he opened the pouch with his utility knife then reached up and cut
the tape. He caught her neatly then lowered them both, half naked, onto the
sofa.

“I need a nap,” she murmured against his chest.

“Mmmm,” was all that came from his lips.

Chapter Four

The next night after his shift ended, Smokie called King to
notify his alpha that he’d be hunting in the woods near Olivia’s house,
dangerously close to civilization.

“Don’t let anyone see you,” King warned. “We don’t need any
more 9-1-1 calls.”

“I’ll stay off the streets,” Smokie promised. “But something
else is out there. A wolf, if Olivia is correct. If it’s still there, I’ll find
it.”

Of course, if he’d really been worried about what he might
find he’d have brought a buddy along, but the moon wouldn’t be full for three
days, so whatever lurked wasn’t a member of the Legion Clan. They could only
shift during the full moon. Either a member of the Brotherhood was roaming too
close to city limits or something, or someone, entirely unknown was out there.

He drove to the parking lot at the south end of the woods,
which was a park entrance and far enough from Olivia’s house that she wouldn’t
see him, then strolled a mile into the woods. He hadn’t seen anyone since the
first hundred yards of his walk, so he shifted under the shelter of a tall
evergreen.

After he’d shifted form, he lifted his muzzle to the still
summer air and sniffed. No fires bigger than a campfire anywhere nearby.
Something big up north—Tacoma, maybe. A warehouse fire?

His ears perked forward as he checked for other scents.
Wolf. One of his kind, or the wild equivalent, was nearby. He listened, but
heard nothing to alarm him so he set off in the direction of the scent.

It didn’t escape his notice that he travelled in the
direction of Olivia’s home. She had been an architect at one time, Owen had
told him, though she hadn’t built her current house. Very early in her career,
when she was about his age, she’d won an international competition for a
building overseas, in the Middle East somewhere. He wondered why she’d left the
field.

Was a wolf tracking Olivia or someone else in her
neighborhood? No one in the Brotherhood lived within two miles of her property.
He’d checked.

He heard a low howl of greeting and a dainty gray-and-brown
wolf trotted into view from behind a stand of alders. Recognizing her as clan,
he allowed the female wolf to lick his nuzzle. She whined quietly, a mating
sound. He remembered this female was Duke’s date from the other night. Her nose
bumped his and her entire body moved closer. Something about the mating
behavior made his hackles rise.

Turning, he drove farther into the woods, past a reservoir, up
the hills, out of the reaches of civilization and onto land privately owned by
King on behalf of the clan. The female wolf followed him. He set too fast a
pace for any play.

As they’d climbed, the air had cooled. He figured there’d be
no involuntary erections to explain away in the chill. After a deep breath for
strength, he shifted so he could find out what she wanted.

The female wolf did the same. He recognized her as
eighteen-year-old Daisy Dell, a clan member as cutesy as her name. Despite her
age, she strutted, clearly feeling sexy while sky-clad.

He needed to keep this all business. Grateful for the cold,
he folded his arms across his chest. “I didn’t recognize you before. You don’t
run with the clan in wolf form.”

“My parents prefer to keep rituals in the family. It’s not
worth arguing about.” She stopped a couple feet away and cocked a rounded hip.

“Why are you shifting so close to civilization? Haven’t your
parents explained the rules? The authorities are getting wildlife complaint
calls.”

She smirked. “I knew you hung around that area a lot and I
wanted to find you.”

“I might pass by,” he admitted. “But I don’t run on the
street.”

“I wanted to see her too,” Daisy said. She toyed with a
strand of her long bleached-blonde hair.

“Her who?”

“The human you’re fucking. I wanted to see what your type
was.”

“Why is it any of your business?”

She shrugged, making her breasts bounce. “I’m interested.
You’re hot.”

“It doesn’t bother you that I’m with someone else?”

“Word is she’s your true mate but you haven’t made a move to
claim her. I figured I had a window of opportunity.”

“You’re dating Duke.”

“Just a way to lose my virginity,” she said
matter-of-factly. “It needed to be clan or my father would freak. It’s okay
with Duke. He meets my father’s guidelines.”

“I guess he isn’t your true mate,” Smokie said flatly.

“Barkley can only tell if he sees true mates together. Since
we don’t go to rituals, he hasn’t had much opportunity to see me.”

“I’m sure your time will come.”

She put her hand on his arm and leaned in so her breasts
almost brushed his chest. “So what do you think? Me and you?”

“I have a true mate. I should value that.”

“Should?”

He swallowed. “Will. I guess I should thank you for making
me realize even I think it’s important.”

“She’s human.” Daisy made a face.

“I’ll tell her what I am. If she can’t accept it, well, I
don’t know the consequences of that exactly, but I’ll be honest.”

Her features screwed together. “She’s older than you.”

“What’s your point?”

The girl sighed. “You know who I am now, if you want me.”