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She cleared her throat. “You said there was something else
different about this particular killing,” she reminded him. “Besides the fact that
it’s only the second time a person has been captured. Or whatever they do.”

He nodded. “Ric Garza and I scoped out the area at
Pedernales Falls State Park this morning. Are you familiar with it?”

She waved a hand. “Somewhat. I haven’t been there but I’ve
read about it. It’s not that far from San Antonio.”

“Right. And it’s a busy place. Hikers, campers. People
taking pictures.”

He paused.

“And?” she prompted.

“And usually the creature goes for more isolated situations.
Even if he finds his prey close to a populated area, it’s usually on the
fringes of it. For the Chupacabra, this is akin to picking out a victim in the
middle of a traffic jam.” He raked his fingers through his black hair. “Why
wasn’t it afraid? And how did no one see this happen? I mean, according to the
reports we read, no one saw or heard a single damn thing.”

A ribbon of cold stroked her spine. “What does that mean? Is
it invisible, for god’s sake?”

“Not at all. We’ve all seen it. And seen the dead carcasses
of each one we’ve killed.”

Regan held out her hands, palms up. “Then I don’t
understand.”

“Neither do we. But somehow it kills and disappears, almost
into thin air.”

Regan’s throat closed up and an indefinable fear crept over
her. She didn’t think Reed had picked up on that in any of his research. When
they believed the Chupacabra was merely a throwback type of beast, maybe a
mutant of some kind, it had been scary enough. Track it, find it, shoot it,
examine it, write about it. Now the terror of something otherworldly gripped
her. She set her coffee down and twisted her fingers together in a failed
attempt to stop the shaking that seized her again.

Dante was beside her in an instant, pulling her from the
couch and holding her against his body. One arm banded around her as the other
stroked her hair. He tucked her head against his shoulder and made soothing
noises.

And for the first time since the discovery of Reed’s body,
her iron discipline fractured and the tears came.

Dante lifted her in his arms. He settled back in the
armchair, cradling her in his lap. Holding tight to him, warmed by his embrace,
she sobbed more tears than she thought it possible to have. Great gulping sobs
shook her and she cried until her throat ached and her eyes burned.

He continued to murmur comforting words, stroking her hair
with those lean fingers of his and nuzzling her forehead with his lips. The
force of her sobs faded at last, leaving her emotionally drained. She leaned
into his body and let the heat of it soothe her.

She wasn’t aware at just what point his touching moved from
comforting to arousing. Maybe when her nipples hardened and peaked against the
satin of her bra. Or when she suddenly realized her bikini panties were damp
with her juices. Or
maybe
when she felt the hard thickness of Dante’s
cock pressing into her bottom.

Obviously he wasn’t unaware, because he shifted her on his
lap, the movement rubbing her against his cock.

“I told you I should get the hell out of here,” he muttered
against her hair. “Last chance to kick my ass out the door.”

But that was the last thing on her mind.

Instead she settled deeper into his lap, clenching the
cheeks of her ass around the outline of his cock. He groaned and dipped his
head to take her mouth in a searing kiss.

And just like that, every sense and nerve ending zoomed to
full alert.

It was as if someone had flipped an On switch for both of
them, revving their bodies with the full strength of a powerful V-8 engine.
Dante’s lips were like flames as they moved over hers, his tongue like a
firebrand sweeping into her mouth. She was hot inside and out, the sheer feel
of him kicking up the pulse in every one of her erogenous zones.

She slid her fingers against his cheeks, with their late
afternoon stubble, and into the rich silk of his hair. She dove into the kiss
as if she were parched and it was the only thing to quench her thirst. And
maybe it was. Maybe this was what she’d been craving for such a long time.

Her tongue danced with his, dueled with it as she sucked his
deep into her mouth. Her fingers tightened in his hair, holding his head in
place as much as he was holding hers. She gave a small cry when his lips left
hers but then he was sliding them across her cheek, down her neck, up to her
ear, where he bit lightly on that so-sensitive spot. A moan vibrated against
her throat.

Dante’s hands stroked over her while his lips warmed her
skin with kisses and his teeth nipped at her neck and ears. His tongue traced
the shell of each ear again and again before he dipped his head to lick the
hollow of her throat, pressing against the powerful throbbing of her pulse.

She moaned in protest when he removed his hands from her
body but then in the next moment, he had her sweater up and over her head and
tossed to the floor. His lips wrapped around a nipple, drawing the bud and the
satin fabric covering it into his mouth. He suckled hard, drawing cries from
her that rose up from deep inside her body.

One hand cupped the other breast, kneading and squeezing as
he worked magic with his lips and teeth. Electricity crackled through her
veins, heating her blood. She rocked back and forth over his rigid shaft, his
teeth biting down harder and his grip on her breast contracting in response.

Her skin was on fire, her nerves sizzling. In a frenzy of
need, she reached back to unsnap her bra and drop it to the floor, but that
wasn’t enough. She pushed his head away from her body, reached for the bottom
of his shirt and yanked it over his head. Then she pushed her breasts against
the hard plane of his chest and the soft mat of fur covering it. She wanted to
rub herself all over him, lick every inch of his skin.

Regan couldn’t remember the last time she’d been so
intensely aroused. Her body had gone from zero to sixty in a matter of seconds,
her level of need off the charts, the rush of desire consuming her.

Dante rose from the chair with her in his arms and set her
on her feet. He gripped her arms hard, as if reaching for self-control, and
that dark gaze bored directly into her eyes again.

“You can still tell me to stop.” He ground the words out
through clenched teeth.

“No.” She could hardly breathe. “Don’t stop. I want this
too.”

The words seemed to enflame him, stripping away his control.
In seconds he dispensed with the rest of her clothing and all of his own,
adding them to the growing pile on the floor.

Regan sucked in a breath at her first sight of him naked.
The only word for his body was
powerful
. Or maybe
magnificent
. He
was solid muscle, from his broad shoulders to his lean hips and long legs. The
dark curls on his chest narrowed to a vee through his groin to cradle the most
magnificent cock she’d ever seen. Long and thick, the head already a deep
purple with the rush of blood to the tissues, a thick drop of precum glistened
on the tip.

Tentatively at first, then more boldly, she reached for his
shaft, closing her fingers around it. Using her thumb, she spread the liquid on
the velvety skin, watching his eyes as she did so and seeing fire blaze in the
darkness.

For a moment he stood there, letting her touch and feel and
stroke. Then he grabbed her wrist and pulled her hand away.

“When I come, it won’t be in your hand,” he gritted. “Not
this first time.”

Before she could blink, she was on the couch, one foot
resting on the floor, the other on the edge of a cushion, and Dante was
kneeling between her thighs. His tongue traced a circle around each nipple
before trailing down the valley between her breasts to her navel, where he
followed the outline of the furled flesh. Every place he touched ignited nerves
just beneath the surface of the skin. The flames in the fireplace seemed to
have burst forth to consume her body.

Her breath hitched when he tugged lightly at her pubic curls
with his teeth, but when he gently pressed open the lips of her pussy and
trailed his tongue the length of her slit and back, she was sure she stopped
breathing completely. She was so aroused, her scent so thick in the air that it
drifted to her own nostrils. She grabbed the fabric of the couch cushions,
clenching it in her fingers to ground herself.

He licked and lapped at her like a hungry man at a feast,
every stroke stoking the blaze inside her and sending ripples through the walls
of her cunt. Deep inside, the coil of release began to unwind, slowly at first
then faster. As she teetered on the brink, Dante slid two fingers inside her,
she clenched them, and the orgasm exploded with the force of a hurricane.
Shudders racked her and the scream that broke from her lungs was like the sound
of some exotic cat.

At last, when every bit of strength had been drained from
her, she collapsed into the soft waves of aftershock. And finally into
stillness.

Moving up her body, Dante rubbed his lips over hers, sharing
her taste, before sliding his tongue into her mouth. Regan was limp beneath
him, spent by the unexpected force of that first climax, but she had barely
caught her breath before Dante was coaxing her into another one.

One hand cradled her head while the other stroked softly
over her shoulder, her arm and across to her breast. Strong fingers kneaded and
squeezed while, between her thighs, his knee created friction against her wet
pussy. Electricity crackled through her system and her pulse thudded with
rising desire.

His mouth was everywhere again—her cheeks, her jaw, along
the line of her neck. His mouth covered each nipple in turn and all the while
his knee kept up that steady rub, rub, rub. Arching up in frustration, she
tried to reach for his cock.

“I wanted to be inside you the first time I came with you,”
he growled in her ear. “But sex has been missing from my life for so long I don’t
even carry a condom with me anymore.”

Her eyes widened.
Holy shit!

“I have some,” she told him in an uneven voice. “Let me up
and I’ll get one.”

“Where are they?” His words vibrated against her skin as he
nipped at her neck and licked the hollow of her throat.

“In-in my bedroom.” She could hardly put words together
coherently. Regan had never shied away from sex, but no one had ever inflamed
her the way this man did. Suddenly and inexplicably, she was frantic with need
again. Already she was perched on the edge of another climax and he’d barely
touched her again.

She could feel her inner wolf roaring to be let loose. Dante
was no shifter. But his rampant sexuality called to the hungry wolf inside her,
and she ruthlessly suppressed it.

He swept her into his arms. “Which way?”

In her bedroom, he snatched the covers back from the bed and
deposited her on the smooth sheets.

“In here?” He yanked open the drawer of her nightstand.

“Yes. Hurry.”

His laugh had a raspy sound to it. “Someone else is frenzied
too.”

She watched him slide the condom onto his shaft, his hands
shaking with need. Then he was looming over her, spreading her legs wide,
bending her knees back to fully expose her. Hunger glittered in his eyes as he
stared for a long moment at her cunt. Then he nudged her opening with the head
of his cock, pushing gently at first.

Do it!
she wanted to scream and tried to press
herself closer.

He just shook his head and eased himself inside, his thick
shaft stretching her walls. Little by little, filling her. When she’d taken
every bit of him, every inch of his length, she wrapped her legs around his
waist to pull him closer and tighter. And the internal hunger spiked even more.

“Do it,” she said, in a voice she barely recognized as her
own.

“Look at me,” he demanded.

She lifted her gaze to his. Saw heat and desire curling in
the dark eyes; saw the lines of hunger and need etched in his face. Felt the
tightening of every muscle in his body.

“Please,” she begged.

As if that were a signal he’d been waiting for, his hips
began a steady thrusting motion, his heavy cock rubbing the sensitive walls of
her pussy as it dragged over them, moving in and out. Regan’s entire body was
alive, every inch focused on the myriad of sensations rocketing through it. Her
nipples tingled, still hard from Dante’s mouth and teeth. Her breasts ached for
the feel of his hands again.

But all those feelings coalesced at the center of her cunt,
where his cock was pulling and rubbing and raising her desire to an
unimaginable level.

A muscle twitched in his jaw and those in his neck corded
with an obvious effort at control. He was waiting for her, watching to make
sure she’d be ready to tip over the edge of the earth with him. Sliding one
hand between them, he found her clit, rubbed it with two fingers.

And just like that, she was there.

“Now.” She nearly screamed the word. “Now, now, now!”

They exploded together, a cataclysmic eruption of epic
proportions, both of them tossed into space and spun around by gale-force
winds. Regan lost all sense of self and time and place. Nothing existed except
this man, his touch, his glittering eyes and his shaft pulsing rhythmically in
her pussy. She convulsed over and over, consumed by the massive tremors and the
thick cloud of erotic pleasure.

At some point, Dante moved his hand from its place on her
cunt and leaned forward, braced on his forearms. Their bodies pressed together,
slick with perspiration, and she wasn’t sure if the heart thundering through
her was his or her own. Aftershocks rippled as her breathing gradually evened
out and her pulse steadied itself.

Although the heaviness of Dante’s body weighed down on her,
she had no desire for him to move. When he did, she gave a tiny cry of protest
and tightened her arms.