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drywall. So his other five fingers were free to flick and twist and yank.
    In seconds, both of our flies were open, my panties pushed to one side and Hunter’s engorged cock throbbing at my entrance. I was sopping wet with anticipation, shaking with desire, barely able to gasp around the passion that consumed us both.
    But then Hunter paused and drew back, breaking the liplocked battle that I hesitated to call a kiss. Touching his forehead to mine, he closed his eyes and whispered, “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to...”
    Great. Of all the moments to squash his wolf....
    So I took matters into my own hands, both literally and figuratively. “I’m not sorry and I did mean to,” I countered, wrenching myself down onto my mate’s member before he could stop me.
    As always, Hunter filled me to bursting. But his sheer size wasn’t enough to still the aching neediness within. “Take me,” I growled to a bloodling who had regained his humanity at just the wrong moment.
    For the first time since our first time, I thought Hunter might refuse my advances. My companion was in complete control as he held me aloft three feet above the ground, his broad hands and strong arms in charge of determining whether we ground together fast or slow or not at all.
    As Hunter’s lips thinned into a hard line, I had a feeling he might be leaning toward not at all.
    Confirming my hypothesis, my mate yanked me up off his cock and I gasped at the sudden emptiness within. Uh uh, big guy , I thought. Putting every ounce of strength I had into the gesture, I writhed within his grip, wet folds skimming over iron hardness.
    Now it was Hunter’s turn to growl. “We’re not done talking about this,” he muttered.
    But I didn’t care. Because my mate had already surrendered to my need, ramming me back down around his hard length. The exquisite agony forced my eyes to squeeze shut as his manhood penetrated to the very core of my being.
    Hunter was raw and rough and ruthless with desire. I was more animal than human as I responded in kind. We possessed each other in a frenzy, pounding, devouring, arching, erupting.
    At last, sated, I sagged against his clad chest. Slipping fingers between the buttons of my mate’s shirt, I sought the bare skin above his galloping heart. Because despite the contentment of my body, a hard, melancholy knot remained in my throat that only skin-on-skin contact would ease.
    Hunter was as present as ever by my side. But the tides were shifting, and I wasn’t sure even our mate bond would be sufficient to allow us to ride out the next wave together. Instead, I had a sinking suspicion that forces beyond our control would tear us asunder and shove us apart, leaving nothing to do but struggle to keep our heads above water as we stumbled toward opposite shores.
    Sensing my changing mood, Hunter clenched me tighter in his arms. But despite the uber-alpha’s comforting proximity, I’d never felt quite so much alone.
     
    ***
     
    I woke to complete darkness, the room chilled by an overactive air conditioner and my mate absent from our shared bed. “Hunter?” I whispered.
    My inner wolf should have been able to hear his footsteps padding across the carpet toward us, but she was sound asleep. So I only noticed Hunter’s presence when the covers lifted and his long, lean body slid underneath to lie beside mine.
    “Just checking on the munchkins,” he murmured, kissing my forehead as he encircled me in his arms once more.
    “Were they alright?” I asked drowsily, nuzzling closer and feeling like a wolf pup in my own right. For all of Hunter’s passion and skill in the lovemaking department, this was my favorite part of shacking up—just lying by my mate’s side as his hands skimmed idly over my recumbent body.
    I knew it was just my imagination, but Hunter seemed to run five degrees warmer than an average mortal. His fingers felt like flaming brands as they stroked my arms, my neck, my back, my hip. Tantalizing trails of