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by the rough black morning-after-sex stubble all male wolf shifters seemed to have. Her body splashed with a hot me want of desire.
    Their eyes met.
    Power shows in the eyes . This man had power, and to spare. She was stunned by irises of pure silver around pupils which opened to her like velvety black pools. She fell in and happily drowned.
    “Noah, finally,” Mason said. “I found Marlowe, but he’d already gotten rid of the…” He cut Sophia a glance. “The thing. I read the kid the riot act, made him do some work around here and sent him home.”
    “Good.” Noah’s answer was for Mason but his gaze was still locked on Sophia. He took a step nearer, his eyes flashing. “You’re Linda’s niece.”
    “Yes.” Nervously, she fingered her pearls. Those gleaming silver eyes knocked her off-balance, drilling into her very thoughts. She sucked in a breath, got a lungful of hot male and nearly imploded when her body zinged like every hormone she had was shouting alleluia .
    Damn it, no. He was a shifter . Worse, he was pack alpha, bound to be mated. An ex-witch slavering after a mated alpha?
    Smiting was happening for sure.
    He glided another step closer, his muscles sliding easily under his skin and clothes. He raised his hand and caught her fumbling fingers, stilling them.
    The warm pads of his fingers pressed against her skin were stunningly sensual. Her lips fell open because she was having trouble breathing. She blinked at him.
    He lifted her hand from her pearls and brought it to his nose. Finally those remarkable eyes closed as he inhaled. A tiny, appreciative smile curved his lips, as if he were enjoying the bouquet of a fine wine. “You smell amazing.” His voice rippled with a low, sensual growl.
    Her body responded with “Endearing Young Charms”. Boom-boom.
    When his lids lifted, his gaze had gentled. The wolf within was very strong, but the man controlled it utterly.
    A half step closer, him or her, she wasn’t sure who. Their auras kissed. A thousand butterflies jigged inside her. Pure male heat rolled over her skin, edged with virile, wild magic. A tremor hit low in her belly. If she leaned in a fraction of an inch, she’d touch him, flesh-on-flesh…she swallowed hard. Touching him might be like completing an electrical circuit, and she’d be the one fried. “Look, I’m trying to find my Aunt Linda.”
    His gaze dropped to her mouth as she spoke. “She owns the bookstore.”
    “Yes.” Under that silvery gaze, her lips felt too full, throbbing. The word was hard to form. She licked.
    His pupils dilated until his eyes were pure black, riveted to her mouth. “You’re the gor—the woman in the picture.”
    What had he been about to say? Gorilla? Gourmand? Gorgeous? “What picture?”
    “Your aunt has a photograph of you.” He released her hand to slide a finger under her chin.
    All her breath expelled. Without oxygen, she let him tilt her face to one side, then the other. The throbbing in her lips intensified.
    His lids lowered, lazy with promise. “Your nose is longer than I expected.”
    Wow. Just what a woman wanted to hear. “Thanks.”
    “It’s a good nose. Honest. Elegant. I like it.”
    Instantly the throbbing was back, but she pushed it away, mirrored it by stepping back. “An honest, elegant snout is still a snout.”
    He followed her. “Your nose is unique, like your scent. Exotic. Deeply enticing.”
    He was right on top of her. She stared up into eyes glowing between lids slit, not in suspicion, but heavy-lidded with intent.
    The intent to kiss her.

Chapter Three
    Any words forming in her brain never made it to her mouth as his lips claimed hers.
    Male. Exciting. He dazzled all her senses, the scent of crisp cotton and fresh outdoors, the taste of dark and wild magic. His lips caressed her, soft and sweet, while the spear of his tongue blazed. Her sighs were underscored by his pleased growls.
    Awash in him, her heart thudded and her blood sang. Bursts of pleasure