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also think it amplified the feelings in here." Gingerly, he took her

hand, placing it over his chest.

Beneath her palm, she could feel the steady pounding of his heart.

Each beat sent a shiver through her naked body. The gravity of their

'moon fever' was more than lust ... it was something deeper and more

profound.

Love?
Megan conveyed, unable to tear her gaze from Derek's

handsome face.

He slowly nodded.
Yes, I feel the same, too.

Megan returned his smile. Then, he
stepped close, narrowing the

space between them, and drew her back into his arms for a

breathtaking kiss.

Megan was happy as they returned to the cabin for a quick meal

and hot showers, both of them now clean and momentarily satisfied.

She was a bit disappointed the shower stall was too small to share.

However, Derek insisted on making love to her at a more leisurely

pace after their showers. "Now that we understand the 'moon fever',

we can enjoy ourselves and not be so rushed." He grinned. "And I

fully intend to savor every inch of your body."

Freshly showered, she stood in the bathroom door wearing nothing

except a towel and a smile.

Despite the zesty scent of the soap, Megan could smell Derek's rich,

musky scent beneath ... the scent of a
sithech
-male in heat ... as he

drew close. Her body quickly filled with desire, which rose up her

spine. Her sex moistened in anticipation as she flashed him a cheeky

grin. "Oh? You still sound like a hungry ol' wolf to me."

"And, let me guess, you're Red Riding Hood, huh?" He winked,

suddenly sweeping her off her feet.

Megan squealed with delight. "Put me down, you big, bad wolf."

She giggled.

With a triumphant laugh, Derek deposited her onto the mattress,

sliding his naked body over hers. "I'm so bad, I'm good," he

whispered hotly in her ear. His husky voice was laced with pure, raw

sexuality.

"I know." She saw desire burning bright in his eyes. His was

controlling himself, but only just. His lips possessed hers, burning

through to her very soul. There was such passion in Derek's kiss it

melted away any doubts or fears she might have had.

The 'moon fever' rushed through her veins, but this time it was

different. Delicious heat warmed her body as Derek brought up his

hands, entangling his fingers in her hair. He consumed her mouth

with a rabid passion that spiraled through from one set of lips to the

other.

She moved beneath him, a low moan escaping, rumbling from the

back of her throat. If one could combust from just a kiss, Megan

thought for sure she would. No one had ever kissed her like this

before.

* * * *

She tasted like soap and sex beneath his hungry mouth. Megan

exposed her neck, surrendering to him. The gesture stirred his heart.

With eager hands he roamed over her body, peeling away her towel.

She moved beneath him, the brush of her silken skin fueling his

desire.

His cock stiffened, responding to the call of her
sithech
and the

powerful tug of the moon deep within him. But this time, he felt more

assured as he cupped her breasts. Their creamy swells with

strawberry-colored peaks begged to be tasted. Derek gently suckled

her nipples until she was panting wildly.

"Oh, Derek!" she gasped, her hands gripping his shoulders. The

moon filled his being as he lowered his mouth, kissing over the

smoothness of her belly. The scent of her sex drifted to his senses,

teasing him with desperation and need.

Derek darted his tongue down to the apex between her legs. Megan

spread her legs, her body quivering as she let out a low moan. Her

pussy was pink and slick with moisture. The musky scent enveloped

his heightened senses as his tongue swiped over her nether lips,

savoring the exotic tang of her arousal.

"Oh god, Derek," she gasped once more as he felt her entire body

tense with impending orgasm. An unmistakable raw cry filled the

room. Her body tensed above him. Waiting a moment until the

rapture subsided, he raised his head and gazed up at Megan.

She was lying back on the pillow, her rich, red hair fanned out

around her face with a smile upon her luscious lips. Megan glanced

down at him, her green eyes shining like emeralds. "I-I want you

now," she uttered, her voice low and slurred with heated desire.

Derek grinned, sliding his body up over hers, his cock rigid and

flaring as the heated blood boiled in his veins. Desperation overcame

him. Sliding between her silken thighs, he plunged into the moist,

yielding heat of her sex with one swift stroke. Derek's mind melded

with hers in wordless bliss. The intense merging filled his senses with

a thrill of white-hot passion.

* * * *

Her
sithech
-senses were overwhelmed by the heated connection

between them. She felt every inch of his cock as it plunged inside her,

filling her and fulfilling her completely. The tension crackled in her

veins as he totally possessed her.

Locking her legs around his hips, she matched his thrusts. This

time, it was Derek's turn to moan in response as she fully embraced

him. Face to face their bodies entwined, slapping together with

heated, vigorous strokes until her body tensed, sending her over the

edge. Megan closed her eyes, the orgasm rush through her, taking

Derek along with her into erotic exaltation.

* * * *

moonlight beamed through the window of the small cabin. With a

grin, she rolled over on her side and looked out, marveling at the

beautiful sight. She was completely sedate and mellow. The evening

had been a happy blur since they'd returned to the cabin. Her thoughts

were drifting in bliss when something slammed into her mind. Fear

coiled inside her belly as her senses leapt to instant alert.

"Derek?" she whispered, rolling to face his sleeping form on the

bed beside her. "Derek, wake up!"

"Huh? What?" He was groggy. She hated waking him, recalling

how tired he'd been after an exhausting day, but her
sithech
-senses

were being assaulted by something nearby ... something angry.

Megan desperately tried to explain what she was sensing. "I don't

know what it is, but it's a strong feeling, Derek, and a disturbing one."

She watched Derek swing his legs over the edge of the bed and sit up,

spearing a hand through his hair.

"Did you see anything at the window?" he asked in a low voice as

he rose, quietly padding over to the sheer curtains. Silhouetted by the

moonlight, he peered out through the glass and then turned to face her.

"No, but I feel it." She shook her head, crossing her arms over her

chest. "What about you?"

"I don't see anything outside, but, you're right, I sense something,

too." He sighed. "I'm getting dressed and checking it out. You stay

here."

"Oh no!" Megan quickly got up from the bed. "I'm going, too!"

"Megan." Derek's voice held a note of warning.

"I think we should both check it out," she replied, tossing him a pair

of jeans and a black t-shirt.

He didn't protest out loud, but she could hear him clearly in her

mind.
You're one stubborn
sithech
, Megan McShaw!

Me? Stubborn? I get it honestly.
She grinned.
It runs in my family.

Derek chuckled, shaking his head as she quickly tugged on her

jeans, a pullover sweater and sneakers. After tying back her hair from

her face, she reached into the duffle bag she'd brought in earlier from

the car. Clipping the cell phone to her belt loop, she dug deeper into

the bag.

"Aha!" she whispered.

"What?"

"Lucky for us, I put my tranquilizer pistol in the bag." She held up

the gun in triumph. "I'm bringing it with us."

* * * *

lighting of the cabin, he turned to her with an anxious expression on

his face.
That's a good idea.
He nodded.
Let's hope we won't need to

use it.

Unlatching the door, he gave a gentle push and, with a soft creak, it

swung open. Nocturnal sounds drifted in on the autumn night breeze.

Derek's eyes darted over the lawn. Without being in
sithech
-form he

couldn't see anything, but he could definitely sense something was not

right. An invisible menace was somewhere in the darkness, toying

with their senses.

Cautiously, he stepped out onto the porch with Megan close behind.

He wished she would stay inside, but arguing with her was futile. The

full moon filtered through tree branches, illuminating the wooded

glade with a silvery glow.

Derek thought about transforming to check things out. However,

before he could, the sharp snap of twigs and the crunch of leaves drew

his attention. A shadow was moving close from just beyond the trees.

Not taking his eyes off the dark form, Derek gestured for Megan to

stay put. "Who's out there? What do you want?" he shouted.

"I've been looking for you," came a throaty growl from the

shadows. The speaker moved into the clearing. It was MacDonald.

Moonlight illuminated his burly shape against the darkness. "You and

me, we've got a score to settle, Lee."

Derek's gut tightened. His
sithech
-senses were telling him

something was seriously wrong with MacDonald. Derek strained to

see more clearly in the silvery light, then he saw the angry man's face

was covered with fur, not facial hair. His eyes glowed green and his

teeth were dangerously sharp and jagged in his mouth. It was like

something out of an old Hollywood B-movie ... MacDonald was a

werewolf
!

"Oh my god!" Megan gasped over his shoulder. She saw it, too,

MacDonald's mutated transformation. "H-he's part wolf and part

man!"

"Get back into the cabin, Meg," Derek ordered, without taking his

eyes off of MacDonald. "Call for help!"

"Not before I tear you apart!" MacDonald snarled, running up to the

porch with heavy, lumbering steps. He reached out with fur-covered

hands, his claws glistening in the moonlight. The wolfman's features

were contorted with ugly rage.

Derek heard Megan let out a yelp. She shuffled back into the cabin

and slammed the door shut. A ripple of relief coursed through him

just before MacDonald lunged forward and attacked.

Clenching his clawed fists, the half-wolf swung wildly. His blow

knocked Derek off his feet and sent him sprawling onto the porch. An

explosion of agony shot through Derek's jaw, followed by a wave of

nausea. He shook his head, trying to clear the sensation, but

MacDonald's claws dug into his shirt, jerking him up.

Before he knew it, he was airborne and hit the leaf-covered ground

away from the cabin door with a hard thud. Derek groaned, pain

racking his body. MacDonald was swearing, his clawed fists

pounding on the cabin door.

"When I'm done with this little mutt, I'm coming back for you,

bitch!" he snarled.

MacDonald's threat burned into Derek, anger coiling up from deep

inside him. Threatening him was one thing, but to threaten Megan

was something entirely different.

Despite his dizziness, Derek attempted to call forth the

transformation. For the first time in his life, he
wanted
the beast to

emerge. Sweat beaded his brow, but nothing happened. His body

shook with anger and bittersweet adrenaline. "Leave Megan out of

this, MacDonald," he hissed.

MacDonald leaped off the porch, jerking Derek to his feet.

McDonald's claws gripped tight into his forearms. The metallic scent

of blood filled the air. His blood. Derek thrashed. "You son of a

bitch!" he spat out as his foot landed a swift blow to MacDonald's

nads.

The wolfman howled with pain and fury, tossing Derek hard onto

the ground. Curled up, Derek reached into the depths of his being,

seeking out the beast within him.
Oh please!

A dark shadow loomed over him, blocking out the moonlight. "It

figures she'd fall for a mutt like you, Lee!" Derek shot a sharp gaze to