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 Meaning?
 There s no sense putting the marking off, Sarah. The
longer you do, the more danger the children will be in. Wyatt
will be checking for the change in your scent, looking for my
mark.
And not just Wyatt. Other males would, too. Sarah was a
good-looking woman, obviously capable of producing
children. Any unmated male who could would want a
chance with her. She took a breath and blew it out.  Can t
we even wait a day?
He remembered Daire s enigmatic stare, Wyatt and
Kelon s silent communications.  No.
She closed her eyes.  I was hoping we could get to know
each other.
 I m sorry.
She didn t say anything.
The brick was warm against his palms as he flattened them
against the wall on either side of her head.  How do you
know mating with me is going to be so bad?
 I m beginning to think mating with you might be very good.
 Then why the hesitation?
She opened her eyes. The brown of her irises seemed
deeper, warmer. Cupping his cheeks in her palms, she
sighed.  There won t be any going back.
 There s no going back now. He would never let her go.
She dropped her hands to his upper arms, grazed the
muscle there, returning them to his face for a second before
dropping away again.  No. There isn t.
He wanted those soft hands back on his cheeks. Tucking
his finger under her chin, lifting her face to his, he studied
her expression. Her worry was clearly etched in the fine
lines at the corners of her eyes, the tightness of her lips. He
slid his fingertips up her jaw, feeling the delicacy of the
bone. He could probably snap it with just a squeeze of his
fingers. No wonder she d gone to a human. Were matings
were often violent. She had to be terrified that she wouldn t
survive it. He touched his thumb to her lower lip, feeling her
start ripple across her skin in a subtle protest. There was
nothing he could say that would convince her.  You re
worried I m going to hurt you.
She shrugged, as if it didn t matter, but she also didn t deny
it.
He didn t like her fatalistic acceptance. Didn t like the way a
lot of things stood between them. She wanted him, but she
didn t like it. She needed him, yet she resented it. Maybe
there had been werewolves who had started out with worse
marriages, but he wasn t sure he d ever met one.
 I won t hurt you, Sarah Anne.
Her eyes flashed at him.  If you do, I ll make you pay.
He should have been offended. Forced her to retract the
threat. Instead, he found himself smiling.
He took that last step in. She took the inevitable step back,
right to where he wanted her.  Good.
He knew the exact minute she became aware of his intent.
Her scent spiked with a teasing musk and her eyes flew
wide. He watched her throat work as she swallowed. And
smiled. Shifting his hands to either side of her shoulders,
he pressed his mouth to the smooth muscle, his smile
broadening at her soft gasp. Sarah Anne might distrust him
intellectually, but instinctively she knew who he was.
The other half to her whole. The one to whom her value was
immeasurable. The one who would always keep her safe,
always put her above all else.
Her throat muscles worked against his lip. Catching the soft
skin between his teeth, he nipped softly. He caught her as
her knees gave out, pressing her against the wall. The
violent need to possess welled. She moaned. The taint of
fear spread through her scent. He didn t want her afraid.
 I ll take care of you. If it killed him, he d take care of her.
He had pack, a mate, a family. Three things he d always
thought would be denied him. He wouldn t insult the gifts by
abusing them. He brought her hand to his mouth, inhaling
her scent, feeling the softness of her skin.  And I ll pleasure
you.
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SARAH Anne shivered from head to toe as his lips brushed
the back of her hand. Yes, he would.
She could feel it in her mind, in her bones, in her womb.
Electric shocks of pleasure traveled from her neck to her
clit, coming faster and harder as the nip turned to an erotic
bite. Pain mixed with pleasure. His thigh shoved between
hers. Her knees gave out. His thigh was there to offer
support.
And pleasure.
 Rock on me.
His hand on her hip guided her in the motion he wanted.
She followed his lead only to discover she wanted it, too.
His hand left her hip, moving onto her breast, enveloping
the full curve with strength, heat. Promise. He squeezed, his
thumb flicking across her nipple. She ground her pussy
down on his thigh.
 Damn, that s good, he growled as her nipple swelled to
his command. With another growl, he yanked the scoop
neck of her T-shirt down until it cupped her breasts, holding
them up for his pleasure. Her bra dissolved beneath the
slice of his claw. Her will dissolved beneath the heat of his
mouth. With a moan she pulled his mouth to her. He was
being so gentle when she needed more.
 Harder. Oh, please, harder.
His eyes glowed red.  Do you know what you re asking?
Yes, she did. She wanted to be taken by her mate. She
wanted his passion, his wildness. His possession.
 Yes, I do.
 Damn. His fingers tightened to near pain around her
breast. His hand tangled in her hair pulling her closer. She
opened her mouth for the thrust of his tongue, the power of
his kiss. His mind brushed over hers, leaving the image of
how he saw her. Lush, beautiful, a siren in a T-shirt and
jeans. She d always dreamed of being seen like that,
wanted like that.
 Oh, God.
His teeth closed around her nipple, pressing into the
sensitive flesh slowly, carefully, until the pleasure speared
so deep, she gasped and dropped her head back in an
agony of pleasure. Her womb clenched in need. Her pussy
ached. Her legs spread. He growled.
There was the sound of tearing material and then the tip of
his claw grazed the well of her vagina.
Pleasure ground up through her pussy.
 Open, seelie.
Seelie, the ancient endearment that a werewolf reserved
for his mate. She spread her legs wider.
Material ripped further and cool air whispered over her
heated flesh. Garrett growled his pleasure as his finger slid
along the soaked slit. She shuddered from head to toe as
the calluses of his finger rubbed across her pussy. Another
shiver preceded the beginning of an orgasm.
 You re ready for me. There was wonder and satisfaction
in the statement.
She nodded, digging her nails into the back of his neck.
 Touch me again.
She needed him to touch her again so she could come.
She so needed to come.
 Don t come, he grunted, fumbling between them.  Not yet.
She didn t know if she could help it as his finger teased her
clit, probed her pussy, tantalizing with the promise of
possession but not delivering. Spreading her legs wider,
she tried to force the union.
 Why?
 Because this first time, you come on my cock.
Oh, shoot. The trembling started deep within.  Garrett!
 Shit! His mouth bit at hers as he lifted her. Her legs
wrapped around his waist. His cock settled into the well of
her vagina. For a moment, she hesitated he was so big
but then his fingers dug into her buttocks, spreading them
as he squeezed, pulling her down as he thrust. She
screamed as the pleasure rode the slight pain while he
stretched her, filled her. He held himself high within her as
he pumped almost helplessly, forcing more and more of his
cock into her tight sheath, not giving an inch, not letting her
resist, grunting as she moaned and tightened her legs,
pulling him deeper, not caring about the pain, caring only
that she have him all. She had to have him all. It was wild. It
was
crazy. It was perfect.
His teeth snapped by her ear.  Present.
The order whipped along her desire, sending it higher. She
hesitated. Keeping her back pressed against the wall, he
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