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Then
something long and wet covered with a texture that pleased her
immensely began lapping at her sex, delving deeply, caressing all
her intimate places.
    Serena didn’t open her eyes, so sure was she
that she was still sleeping, dreaming of a phantom lover who was
making her whole, and giving her the sweetest pleasure. She felt
hair when she reached down, and she buried her fingers into it to
hold whatever it was close. Crying out softly as something, God, it
felt like a tongue, explored every inch of her sensitive pussy
while concentrating on her clit.
    A powerful orgasm built. Serena’s hips began
to move faster against the strong pressure on her clit. Heavy
breathing drowned out all other sound. Her moans escalated with
every thrust until she ceased breathing, letting her body crash in
a kaleidoscope of blinding color. She screamed, convulsing
uncontrollably until the storm of emotions claimed her and she
passed out.
    Sometime later Serena opened her eyes,
feeling slightly achy and yet satiated. She lay there, wondering
where she was and how she had come to be there. Lifting the covers,
she gasped upon finding herself naked. A thorough gaze around the
masculine room didn’t produce her clothes. Glancing out the curtain
less window revealed the mountains in the distance.
    Where am I? The rustic walls revealed
that she was in a cabin. The décor indicated that it was a man’s
bedroom, and the only noise she could hear was that of birds
chirping outside. It seemed deathly quiet inside, yet she knew
someone was there. The smells reaching her indicated someone was
cooking.
    She moved to get up, keeping the blanket in
front of her. Her gaze went to a door. Is that a closet? Serena quietly made her way there and opened the door. The first
thing her gaze fell on was a thick blue robe. She removed it from
the hanger, dropped the blanket, and slipped into it.
    Serena left the bedroom quietly, unsure of
what she was going to find. Deciding to follow the aroma, she made
her way to a kitchen equipped with every modern appliance you could
imagine. Standing at the stove in low hanging pajama bottoms was a
man. He was flipping bacon. Doesn’t he know it’s dangerous to
cook without a shirt on?
    She stood in the entranceway, slightly afraid
and very confused. He was a big man. His dark hair was thick and
wild, stopping at the top of his shoulders, shoulders that were
wide and muscular. The muscles rippled in his back as he moved, and
she could see his well-developed biceps and forearms.
    A breeze rushed in through the open window
over the sink. Serena watched the curtains dance wildly. She closed
her eyes and inhaled deeply when the cool mountain air reached
where she was standing. Wisps of hair moved about her face, and
something else carried on the wind, something that spiked her
awareness, flowing together with the scent of pines and wild
lavender, and him, an untamed and basic entity that reached into
her soul.
    “I know you’re there,” he said without
turning around. “Don’t come any closer.”
    Well, that’s not very friendly. Serena
didn’t know what to do at that point. She clutched his robe tighter
against her. Without warning he turned, pinning his dark eyes on
her. His rugged face was set as though in anger.
    “I hope you don’t mind that I borrowed your
robe. I couldn’t find my clothes.” She tried not to let her gaze
wander, but there was no way she could ignore his hard, defined
Pecs and six-pack abs. The man was powerfully built and sinfully
sexy.
    His gaze moved over her. Serena took note of
the tic moving in his tense jaw, and she tried to imagine what
she’d done to upset him. What did he expect that she would walk out
there in her birthday suit?
    “That’s okay,” he finally spoke.
    “Where am I?”
    “Do you remember anything about last
night?”
    “Some of it. I was running and tripped on
something. The last thing I remember was a wolf pinning me down.
Did you kill it?”
    “I took care of