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before. As if she was something to be ravished. It thrilled her like no
adrenaline rush could.
    As Caleb licked a long, dragging stroke up her center, Lucy’s
hips rose up and she cried out. The pleasure was sharp, near its peak. And it
hadn’t even begun.
    He went to work on her core, teasing her clit, toying with her
nerves as if he knew exactly what it would take to unravel her completely. Slow
drags of his tongue switched to quick flicks on her pleasure spot. She quivered.
Shook. Struggled for air. She was completely at his mercy.
    And he knew it.
    Raising his head just enough for Lucy to see the hunger in his
eyes, Caleb said, “I want you to come for me.” Ever so slowly, he slipped his
finger inside her. “God, you’re so tight.”
    On a throaty moan, Lucy’s eyes rolled back. Waves of early
release rolled through her. Between the intensity of his mouth and the pressure
of his finger inside her, Lucy felt the hot, jagged peak of ecstasy closing
in.
    And as his finger slipped in and out of her, Lucy let out a
strangled cry. Her entire body convulsed, rocking against his mouth when the
full strength of the orgasm hit. Raising her hips, bringing her core closer to
his mouth, Caleb devoured every last part of her. As he gripped her backside,
Lucy clawed at his shoulders, feeling as though every ounce of energy from her
body had been wrung out.
    When the last pulse of pleasure squeezed its way out of her,
Caleb removed his mouth from her core...and smiled.
    Lucy sank into the fur blankets with melted muscles and a
blissfully blank mind.
    “I didn’t peg you for a black lace kind of girl.” Caleb guided
her shredded panties down her leg, then dropped them beside her. “Especially on
the night of the claiming ceremony. Sacred means white to most girls.”
    Lucy tilted her head, swishing around on the fur so that she
could see him clearly. His dark eyes burned bright with lingering need. “I
wanted to give my future partner a surprise.”
    Caleb rested his chin on the flat span of her stomach. “Even
though you didn’t know if you’d like the bastard?”
    “I aim to please.” She reached down and flicked his ear.
    “Lucky for you I like black.”
    Lucy stroked the bulging muscles of Caleb’s shoulders and down
his back as far as she could reach. His tanned skin was slick beneath her hand,
his muscles flexing as she raked her fingers over them.
    She’d been so drunk on the lingering effects of her own
pleasure, she’d nearly forgotten about Caleb’s needs.
    “What about you?” Lucy asked, dancing her fingers over a ridge
of muscle. Simply thinking about pleasuring Caleb the way he’d just pleasured
her thrilled her down to her toes. “Why don’t you come up here.”
    It was more of a statement than a question.
    But he didn’t respond.
    Caleb’s coal-black eyes met hers as he let out a heavy sigh.
“That was great, but I think we should take it slow, one step at a time, don’t
you?”
    “Slow? You think what we just did is taking it slow ?” Her fingers stilled, matching the hush of her
heart. “Are you serious?”
    “A lightning storm is supposed to hit the southern edge of the
isle by nightfall and I’ve got a lot of flying to do before we reach werewolf
territory.”
    Lucy barely heard his words, but she understood the meaning all
right: he’d gone too far, but only because she’d pretty much begged for it. He
didn’t want to take it any farther.
    She was an idiot.
    He was pulling a classic Caleb move. Get in, get out, before
anyone gets too deeply involved. Lucy knew Caleb’s game; he’d played it on a
hundred hopeful hearts before. Only this time, he didn’t even want to get in
long enough to finish what he started.
    That was the part that hurt the most.
    Trying to keep her dignity intact, Lucy slid from beneath his
massive body and stood, jerking down her dress. Damn it, where was her bag? The
clothes she’d worn to Draco Cavern were inside along with an extra pair