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elongated canines, mark the skin of his throat. She hadn’t been this turned on, maybe ever. It was hard not to let go completely, but he was human. She didn’t want to hurt him.
    “I can heal myself,” he said softly, switching breasts as he drove deep into her, filling her completely. Had he read her mind? “Go ahead and claw, little wolf.”
    It was as if something snapped in her brain. She did what she’d never done with another lover and dug her claws into the skin of his shoulders, urging him to take her harder, faster. Her head flung back and she howled her pleasure as she came, the world splintering around her until stars burst in her vision.
    Spasms still racked her as she heard his hoarse shout. He held the tip of his cock deep against her womb and shuddered beneath her hands.
    They lay there, gasping for breath for long moments afterward. It was a while before either of them spoke. Finally, Des stood and held out a hand to help her off the couch. Lana looked down at the damp spots on the leather and winced.
    Des waved his hand and the couch was clean.
    Handy, having magic like that.
    “Bathroom?” he asked, not making eye contact with Lana.
    She pointed to the hallway. “First door on the right.” As he walked away, she added, “Check your back in the mirror. A couple of the scratches are pretty deep.”
    He picked up his slacks and boxers and disappeared. Rather than stand naked in her living room, Lana went down the hall to her bedroom and grabbed a fluffy purple robe, glaring at the bathroom door as she came back. The sink turned off and the door opened. “Your turn.” He gallantly stepped aside and gestured toward the bathroom.
    She lifted one eyebrow and sent him a challenging look, half afraid he was about to bolt.
    Des held up both hands in mock surrender. “I promise not to leave before you come back out.” He must have read her expression. She’d know by now if Wyndewin could read minds. Wouldn’t she?
    Don’t do me any favors. Lana bit back a snarl and went in to clean herself up. What the hell had she just done?

Chapter Two
    Des paced back and forth across Lana’s living room after he’d finished getting dressed. What the hell had possessed him tonight? He’d been avoiding this for months. He’d even thought about asking for a transfer out of Detroit—away from temptation. Now it was too late. You could get fired for this, idiot. Worse, this kind of distraction, the way he had of thinking of her at the worst moments, could get him, or someone else, killed.
    He picked up the condom wrapper and checked the expiration date. Last week. Yeesh. It was a good thing she said she had it covered, though he figured six days past the sell-by probably meant it was still good. There had to be some kind of padding in the timeline, right?
    The living room opened onto the kitchen area, so he walked over to the garbage can and tossed the offending foil packet. A few minutes later, Lana returned, wrapped head to toe in a dark violet chenille robe, her arms crossed over her chest. “How’s your back?”
    “Fully healed.” The scratches had been just that, easily dealt with even given his limited healing ability. “About the condom—you should know it was expired by a few days. I’m sorry.” He deliberately kept his voice cold and stayed across the room from her.
    She shrugged. “I told you, I’ve got it covered. First of all, wolves know when we’re in season, and I’m not. Furthermore, you know those three-month shots for humans? I get one every month, which is the right dose for my system. And lupines can’t carry or transmit human diseases, so you don’t need to worry about that either.”
    “Good.” He was glad to know she was careful, though he was oddly disconcerted by the thought of her with other men. Maybe it was just because his own lack of activity was revealed by the fact that the condom in his pocket was over a year old.
    “Another thing you should know. Werewolves can