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Mikel eased into me inch by glorious inch.
    “I love the feel of being inside you, Templeton,” he growled, his teeth latching onto my shoulder. I winced at the love bite. My lover began to move. In, then out, stretching me anew with each deep thrust. “Move... higher. Yes!”
    I wrapped my fingers around the ties, my eyes squeezing closed. Mikel was close. I could tell by how he slid into brutish grunts. Also, he was moving in and out of me so rapidly I was being pushed across the bedding. He yanked on the ties holding me in place. One of the posters cracked then tumbled to the floor, my wrist still bound to it. When his wolfish mind saw what it assumed was the solution, he broke the other poster off with one hand as he claimed me with increasing speed. When his climax arrived, my head hung off the side of the bed, one leg, which he had gripped in his teeth, rested on his shoulder, and his eyes were radiant amber beacons. His semen ran out of me, soaking the bedding.
    “Mikel,” I panted, as I hung upside down staring at the door, “Drop my leg this instant!” I felt the distended canines slip back into his gum. My calf dropped from his jaw. I tried to sit up but the weight of the massive wooden bed posters kept my arms dangling over my head. Mikel dropped down on top of me then began lapping at my chest while making sounds of canine contentment.
    “I love your taste,” the big galoot said as he tongued a turgid nipple.
    “I’d love to sit up before all the blood in my body travels to my head.” He laughed gruffly, sucked my nipple harshly then released it with a loud smacking sound. One-handed, he yanked me upward. My head swam. The bed posters came into the bed with me.
    “Damn it,” he huffed, pulling out of me to untie me from the massive carved posters.” You need to control yourself, Templeton,” Mikel teased as one hunk of wood, then the other, hit the floor. I rubbed my left wrist.
    “Yes, it was me that slipped into feral mode.” I gave him a raised eyebrow. He smiled wickedly before he gathered me up into his arms. We rolled into the middle of the bed. With a grunt, he had the thick duvet pulled over our cooling bodies. I buried my cold nose into his furry chest. A yawn snuck up. My eyes grew droopy. I felt his lips, toasty hot as always, pressing to the top of my head.
    “Sleep, elskede ,” he whispered into my hair. I grew all tickly fuzzy inside, hearing him call me “beloved” in Norwegian. I wanted to say something special in return but it would have to wait. Sleep overtook me. I slept for ten hours without moving.
    Mikel slipping from our bed half-roused me.
    “Go back to sleep, Templeton,” he said, leaning back over his side of the bed to drop a kiss to my scruffy cheek. “It’s just noon.”
    “Noon,” I repeated sleepily. I fell back asleep before Mikel had the water in the shower turned on.
    I was awakened at a little after four. I blinked at the shape standing beside the bed. The person tapping me smelled of lemon polish mixed with beeswax.
    “I hope you slept well, Master Reed?” Rugby asked. I waved a hand around in a drowsy stupor. Damnation, but being a semi-hibernator sucks. Our majordomo moved around the bedroom, picking up clothing as well as shattered posts of solid oak. I ran my tongue over my teeth. They felt rather slimy. “Master Lupei informed me that you would need an extra bit of time to ready yourself for the opera this evening. To that end I have--”
    “This evening?” I asked as I slowly sat up. The duvet slid from my chest. I squinted at the elderly man. He swam back into view with my glasses in his hand, all neatly cleaned. “Thank you, Rugby.” I smiled and placed my spectacles on my nose. Rugby’s round face came into sharp clarity. “You must have misheard Master Lupei,” I said as I slid out from under the tousled coverlet. I groaned softly. Loving, and being loved, by a lycan can be a tenderizing thing. “We just had our measurements taken