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“Yes,” she told him honestly.

“Why is that?” he demanded.

“I think you know.” Her heart thudded so hard she couldn’t catch her breath.

“I want to hear it.”

“Because I love you,” she whispered.

His grin showed her what he must have looked like as a cub, all emotions on display, content and happy with the world around him.

“Little bitch,” he breathed. “I’ve waited years to hear those words. I love you, too.”

His satisfaction and pleasure had never smelled so good. Holding her close to him, he started the truck and then shifted into gear with his left hand, unwilling to let her go.

The truck’s headlights burrowed through the darkness ahead of them as he pulled away from the curb.

“How do we reach Juan?” he asked after a bit of silence passed between them.

“He said his cell phone would be on.”

More than likely her mind was too rattled after admitting her love for him. She didn’t feel him in her mind and gave him space as well. Dante moved his arm from around her shoulder and pulled out his phone to quickly call Juan. Roped muscle stretched in his forearm when he put the phone to his ear. A few minutes later, they pulled up to a dark, small motel built on the side of the mountain. Any other time she might view the place as cozy. Dante’s frustration fueled the adrenaline already coursing through his veins. He was wired tight and dealt with it by not saying anything. He opened his door and grabbed her arm, keeping her close to him when he slid off the seat and pulled her out on his side.

A motel room door opened in front of them, shedding light over them. She froze at the unbridled love she saw in Dante’s face.

The werewolves draw nearer.
His baritone caressed her and she searched his expression, which didn’t change. She dug into his mind so she would know what he knew.

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“You two don’t have to fuck alongside the truck,” Juan said jovially, leaning against the motel room door. “I’m more than willing to share my room.”

His tone was light, but when Dante turned her and guided her inside the room, she saw tension gripping Juan’s handsome face. His dark features were compelling. His features were so similar to Dante’s, yet he was such a different werewolf. Standing and holding the door, he waited until they’d entered and then closed it quietly behind them.

The first thing Moira noticed was that for a simple-looking motel, the room was spacious, clean and rather nice. Two king-sized beds took up most of the room, and a large television sat opposite them, set to a weather channel. Several pillows were propped up on one bed and the indention showed where Juan had reclined prior to them showing up.

He returned to the spot, wearing only boxer shorts, and stretched out, filling the length of one side of the bed. Black, coarse hair curled over his muscular legs and arms.

There was a fair amount of hair on his chest too. Several scars puckered the dark skin along his collarbone and over his stomach. Otherwise, Juan was damned close to a perfect specimen of werewolf. And although she’d never known him before meeting Dante, he looked very much like the males from her pack. Someday when she knew him better and was more comfortable asking, she’d learn about the pack he’d actually grown up in.

He is from Malta, although not raised with your pack.
Dante’s voice rumbled in her head and she jumped, catching Juan’s attention, but she ignored him and turned to face Dante.
Does he appeal to you, little bitch?

In the light, Dante’s hair was ruffled and stuck to his head from dried sweat. She ran a finger over a scratch on his cheek. It would be gone before morning. A werewolf’s metabolism was accelerated, even in their human form.

Only you appeal to me, wolf man.

Dante’s eyes glowed with satisfaction.
Juan thinks I’m one lucky son of a bitch.

You are.
She leaned into him, kissing his chin while moving around in his mind. The intimacy of sharing their thoughts was almost as hot as fucking him.
Juan also wonders if
I’m as sexy without my clothes on as I am dressed.

Dante straightened, his gaze shooting over her head as he glanced quickly at his littermate. A slow, dangerous smile appeared when he looked back down at her.
Maybe
we should satisfy his curiosity.

“You need a bath,” she said out loud, quickly trying to distract his thoughts. The direction of their mental conversation was hitting dangerous waters. Her voice was a bit huskier than she’d expected.

“Maybe in a little bit.” He grabbed her, pulling her to him.

She collapsed against steely muscle and one thought went through her head—

actually two.

He was going to fuck her now—and he was going to let Juan watch.

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Moira got better at hearing his thoughts daily. Her gift was raw but would grow quickly. Every day they were together, he saw it blossom further. She also had grace, intelligence and a beauty that made her the best bitch he’d ever laid eyes on.

He was blessed to have her run by his side.

When he felt her take in Juan, note his sex appeal, but then turn and look at him with more love and lust than any female had ever graced him with, he knew he was one lucky son of a bitch.

“What are you thinking, wolf man?” She ran her fingers over the curve of his shoulder, her caramel skin glowing with nervous excitement.

The smell of her lust, the desire that pumped in her veins, made him hard as a fucking rock. She knew damned good and well what he was thinking.

Just in case, he’d make it real clear.
Juan wants to see you naked. I have no problem
showing off my most cherished possession.

“The smell of your sexual need will draw the strays in faster than anything else,” he growled, vocalizing their conversation for his littermate’s sake.

She blushed so beautifully he knew he wouldn’t last long inside her.

“You got that right,” Juan growled from behind her.

“We need to get some of that scent off you,” Dante told her, wrapping his arms around her waist.

“And how do you plan on doing that?” She batted her eyes at him, teasing while she rubbed herself against him.

“Get on the bed.” He watched her mouth open then close.

Slowly she moved from him and crawled on all fours to the middle of the bed.

Only if you’re comfortable with this.
He watched her ass twitch as she moved and situated herself.

Fuck me, wolf man.
She didn’t want to think about it too much. That much was clearer to him than she wished him to see.

Her lust ripened, the rich, musky scent stronger than any drug or alcohol could ever be. He got drunk just inhaling it.

Juan watched wide-eyed behind Moira, his cock jutting up like a pole making a tent out of his boxers. He was the open book he’d always been to Dante, completely unaware of how easily his older littermate had always read him. Juan couldn’t believe Dante would fuck Moira in front of him, but he was ready to enjoy the show, barely breathing as he gazed with open appreciation at Moira’s sensual body.

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More than anything, Dante wanted to rip her clothes from her body, hear the material tear as she cried out and came from the aggressive act. This time he restrained himself. Soon he’d lavish her with a wardrobe deserving of her natural beauty and grace. Tonight she’d need the clothes she wore.

His muscles twitched when he moved onto the bed with her. When she touched him, he shivered, need rushing too quickly inside him. She held on to his shoulders, staring up at him with lust-filled black eyes. He reached for the bottom of her shirt and her lashes fluttered, stealing his breath. His knuckles scraped against her flesh, so smooth and silky, so warm and enticing.

“If only I had all night to enjoy every inch of you,” he whispered, his voice rough, the change threatening to take over.

He buried his face in her hair, inhaling her scent, and pulled her shirt up her body.

Her fingers dug into his neck and she murmured something incoherent. She trembled, apprehension and fear momentarily mixing in with her lust.

Dante understood. Malta werewolves, very much from the old, if not ancient, school didn’t share their bitches. A true alpha claimed and protected his female, cherishing her higher than any other possession.

Maybe it was from growing up and moving from pack to pack. He’d never share her with another soul. But there was something about Juan watching, growing more and more excited, that made him ache to fuck Moira even harder than usual.

He would undress her in front of his littermate. Juan’s rich scent, indication of how turned on he was, mixed with their scents. The room quickly was heavy with the thick smell of lust, rich and creamy, like sweet syrup.

Know now, little bitch—you will always be mine and only mine.

Will you share me with him?

No. And he doesn’t expect it. He’ll have no problem getting a piece of tail later.

He continued to pull her shirt up her body, exposing her breasts. She held her arms over her head, allowing him to remove it slowly.

She needed to see his strength, but also his security in the moment. She needed the kind of trust where her heart wouldn’t be broken, where all thoughts would always be on the table, where no matter where they ran, she would know he’d always be by her side.

She needed his love. And she needed to know beyond any doubt that he’d never hurt her, never destroy their life together.

As it had happened once already in her life.

It was one hell of a large order.

Are you werewolf enough to handle it?

His little bitch had climbed into his thoughts, experienced every worry and concern he had about making her happy.

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I swear that I am.
He wasn’t ready for the amount of emotion that hit him when he gave her his promise.

His fingers trembled at the top button of her jeans. He undid them and peeled them off her. She lay naked on the bed before him, her dark skin glowing from the lamplight that spread across the room. Her long black hair shrouded her, parting over her slender shoulders and curving over her small, firm, round breasts.

He sucked in a breath, unable to move for a moment. All he could do was stare at the beautiful bitch he’d waited so long to call his own.

“You’re so damned beautiful,” he growled, pushing her hair over her shoulders.

Her fingers shook when she pulled on his shirt. She bit her lower lip, her gaze moving slowly up his body. “And you’re fucking gorgeous,” she told him, her voice husky with need.

He ran the back of his hands down her front, brushing his knuckles over her hard nipples. Her heart thumped quickly in her chest and she began panting. His shirt scratched his skin and he almost tore it getting it off his body. Blood drained out of his head. Every inch of him burned while his cock roared to life. It was so damned hard he worried he’d break the zipper on his jeans if he didn’t get out of them soon. Movement was damn near impossible.

Moira glanced over at Juan, who’d moved to the edge of his bed, his feet on the floor and his hand covering his swollen cock.

“Have you ever watched him fuck before?” she asked him.

“Not with him knowing,” he told her, his smile turning mischievous.

Moira laughed, the sound reaching Dante’s heart. Juan had eased the tension for her, relaxing her in his presence.

Her dark eyes glowed and black hair fell like silk to the bed, when she returned her attention to him. He moved over her and she spread her legs, lifting them and gripping his outer thighs. The rich smell of her pussy was like a strong drug, fogging his mind and taking over his body.

She licked her lips, her tongue gliding over them like an invitation. God, he swore she glowed with desire.

“It’s going to be hard and fast, little bitch. I need you to take all of me.” If he could have formed the words in his head and shared them with her more intimately he would have. But at the moment, his mind was mush. “I need you to take every inch of me now,” he told her, wanting her ready for the level of energy that pumped inside his veins.

You better make me come or you’ll have to do it all again.
Her thoughts drifted into his fogged-over brain. A small smile twitched at her lips and she leaned back, straightening her legs and then spreading them.

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anything but see to her demands. He moved over her, aware that Juan had propped the pillows and gotten comfortable on the bed next to theirs. He’d pulled out his dick and stroked it to hardness while watching them.

Moira reached for Dante and ran her fingernails down his chest. His world turned into a haze, everything around him fading. The only thing clear in his vision was her, stretched out underneath him, her legs spread far apart as she touched him.

“God. Moira.” He could barely move. His cock was so fucking heavy between his legs it weighed him down.

“Fuck me,” she ordered, moving her hands to his hair and pulling his head to her breasts.

That’s all he wanted to do.

He sucked her nipple, lapping at it with his tongue and then nibbling the hard puckered flesh between his teeth.

“Dante,” she purred, grabbing his hair hard enough to hurt.

Juan growled next to them. He didn’t move from where he sat, although Dante knew that he wouldn’t. Juan respected their space, but also, with his cock that swollen, he probably couldn’t have budged if he’d tried.

Dante ran his tongue between her breasts, enjoying the swell of them, the taste of her flesh. His cock jerked underneath him, anxious to be inside her.

Her inner thigh muscles clamped down hard against his sides. “Now, Dante, please.”

“Yes. God. I need you.” He adjusted himself so that his cock pressed against her moist heat.