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bruised right now.
    Weeks of abstinence reared up to kick him in the balls. It
had been too long since he’d had his mate beneath him. The moment of mental
clarity allowed him to gain control of his emotions. As the desire of man and
wolf combined, the wolf faltered in its struggle, allowing Raul to temporarily
subdue it and focus entirely on his mate.
    Raul rolled over, lunged out, and caught Angel by the left
foot, then reeled her in steadily until he could hook an arm around her waist.
He shoved his pelvis into intimate contact with her still-wriggling ass,
letting her feel his erection and understand what was coming.
    A mini-shudder worked its way through her body, and the
autumn-spice scent of her arousal magnified.
    “You’re mine,” he told her, voice guttural. “This is mine.”
Raul cupped her swollen sex through the damp satiny material of her panties,
visible under the black miniskirt hiked high around her thighs.
    “ Raul !” Not a
protest, but a demand for more.
    He plunged two thick digits into her passage. Wet, but not
wet enough. When aroused, even in human form, he was massive and didn’t want to
hurt her. It had been almost three weeks since they’d last made love. Two weeks
due to him being on the road and the week before because of the full moon when
he hadn’t dared touch her lest his wolf take control.
    But for now he, the man, was dominating. It was a tenuous
restraint at best. He could feel his wolf, lurking under his skin, watching and
waiting for any hint of distraction or weakness on the man’s part. It didn’t
understand why Raul wouldn’t share with it the woman who was their life.
    He stroked in and out—once, twice, three times. Angel mewled
like a sexy kitten and rocked, forcing his fingers deeper. After the third
thrust, Raul withdrew his hand and licked his fingers, ignoring Angel’s
groaning protest. He ripped her panties off, startling a soft shriek out of her
and then lifting her by the hips, buried his face between her legs. Using his
teeth, tongue, and lips, he pleasured her into a screaming orgasm.
    Only when his face was shiny with her juices did he relent,
lowering her body until her knees once more touched the floor. His gaze flowed
from the shiny pink folds of her sex, followed the elegant curve of her spine
to her slender nape, and focused on the flushed features of her profile.
    His cock throbbed in tune with the blood pounding through
his veins. Raul wrestled with his belt and zipper, loosening both so he could
shove his jeans down his thighs enough for his penis to spring free. How he
wanted her. Both wolf and man wanted to mount Angel, cover her body with his as
he hammered into her long and deep and sank his canines into the muscle between
her shoulder and neck.
    While he considered Angel his, he’d never fully mated with
her in the shifter way by locking his teeth in her flesh and feeling her blood
gush in his mouth. Instead he’d pacified his wolf by covering her with his scent
and scraping his canines along the tender sweet spot where her shoulder met her
neck. Next month on Angel’s birthday he planned to replace the engagement ring
on her finger with a wedding ring—a tangible mark for humans to see exactly to
whom she belonged.
    The temptation to complete the bond by fully mating with her
was so strong, once again Raul felt himself fighting with his beast. For
whatever reason, she’d actually left them. A reckoning was coming, but not now.
Allowing the wolf out would be detrimental to what he was trying to accomplish
at the moment—reclaiming his mate. To avoid that particular temptation, he
gently rolled her onto her back.
    Angel lay arms spread, eyes closed, breathing hard. Raul
lifted her left foot, brought it to his mouth and kissed the arch, then
satisfied the urging of his wolf by biting down with his teeth, smiling when
she gasped. He pressed his lips to her anklebone, and while scooting forward on
his knees, worked his mouth down her calf in