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admiration she saw there.
    “Why should I be? I just kissed the handsomest man in the place.” Her wolf yipped agreement—and howled for something more. It wanted to throw him to the floor, lift her skirt and make him hers in the way of the pack—in front of everyone.
    Her cheeks flamed.
    “Lady Mystery?” One blond brow arched above his mask.
    Before her wolf could do something they’d both regret, she tugged his tux sleeve. “On second thought, this may be more than cheese can handle. Come with me.”
    Intrigue lit his eyes.
    Three access doors serviced the back of the ballroom. She led him to the middle one and out. Through it, and down a short hallway, was the decorations prep room, empty now, decorators gone and tables pushed against the walls.
    The air was cooler here; she felt a bit more in control.
    Turning to him, she said, “I hope you weren’t embarrassed either. Sex is a natural part of life.”
    “I’m glad.” He took her elbow and urged her toward a folding screen in the corner, where a fainting couch waited.
    She meant to add a but . But tonight was about romance. But sex wasn’t the same as love. But…
    Before she could say another word, he’d spun her behind the partition, and they were in each other’s arms, kissing with an insatiable hunger.
    Her wolf howled joyously, and she threw her arms around him and rubbed wantonly against his strength in a wild, animal response. He’d felt so good, so right…
    His sudden gasp reminded her, scared her—Daniel wasn’t pack. He was human.
    She’d let her wolf out with a human when she was young and had been shamed for it. Confronted with a predator, humans knew only fear and hatred. Beast.
    She reined hard on her wolf, herself.
    “Don’t stop.” His chest rumbled against her, a growl rolling through him. His tongue thrust into her mouth in a wildfire of lust, meeting her own, just short of savage himself. Claiming her as roughly as a wolf.
    As powerful as an alpha.
    Fear combusted, burned away in an instant. Her wolf burst free, and Zoe speared him with her own tongue, the kiss battling hot and unrestrained, each trying to take more. Give more.
    “You’re so perfect,” he growled. “Smell, feel, taste.”
    Zoe practically tore open his tux jacket to drive her hands underneath and grab his torso. She seized the hardest ripple of muscles in the world. Her wolf’s claws grew at the feel, and she kneaded into him.
    Daniel groaned and slanted his head to tongue her deeper, driving hard into the cavern of her mouth. Lust shocked her system, a bright jolt riding to the ends of her nerves. She took all he had to give and opened wider.
    Asking for even more.
    He seized her head in both hands and gave it to her, driving powerfully into her mouth, again and again. Her body flamed. She was panting, and so was he, his chest pumping against her, dragging satin lapels and superfine wool and pearl-and-onyx buttons back and forth over her sensitized flesh.
    Shivers chased along her skin. She rippled against him, licking and kissing his mouth, cheek, jaw, greedily tasting everything she could reach.
    Asking for still more.
    Backing her into the fainting couch, he pushed her down, and she reveled in his strength.
    But she was strong, too. Her wolf flipped him, and she climbed on top. From the bulge in his slacks, he was equally excited by her taking charge.
    She leaned over and grinned into his masked face. Something flickered in his eyes, scorching hot. Like a wolf of his own seized him—or his soul lit on fire.
    He flipped her, faster than thought, too fast to counter if she’d even wanted. He trapped her under him with his weight. Her wolf could have shoved him off, but he thumbed down one cup of her bodice, exposing her nipple—and then her wolf didn’t want to be anywhere but under him.
    Zoe panted in anticipation as his eyes flared in his mask, his gaze greedy on her breast. He growled again, dark and possessive, shooting hot desire into her. His