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watching the unfolding drama with sly smiles and gleaming eyes. A low growl quickly sent them back to work, heads lowered in obedient response to their Alpha’s rumbling warning.

“Don’t ‘huh’ me, mister! You stroked my clit into a hard-on and then left me hanging.

You need to get your cock back to our bed and take care of business. If you don’t, I’m going to whack off your balls and stuff them up your ass!”

For two seconds, Pavel watched, open-mouthed, as Kaila turned and swished her

plump, round bottom through the glass doors of the spa entry. Then he threw back his head and howled his joy until the rafters shook, forgetting where he was and who might be

watching, reveling solely in the challenge his bitch had just thrown down in front of witnesses.

Moving fast enough to blur, he raced toward the gently swinging door, his mind a well of seething lust and desire. Conscious of nothing beyond the full figure retreating before him, he snarled when a soft body came between him and the door.

Elise held his shoulders, so to the human onlookers, it appeared as if she used his body to keep from falling. In truth, she captured him long enough to bend close to his ear. “Sir, there are humans around. Control yourself.”

Her low-voiced warning acted like a dash of cold water, bringing Pavel crashing back

to reality. “Shit! What was I thinking?” Hands closing over hers, he squeezed in gentle thanks. “Damage control…?”

“Got it under wraps, Alpha.” Ruff waved at him from over the top of his cubicle.

Placing a hand over his heart and gazing off in the direction of his fast disappearing soon-to-be-mate, he crooned, “You go play chase with your breed. Man, a dark, generously fleshed woman…and forceful, too…I think I’m in love!” His half-serious expression revealed his very real admiration.

Heart dancing on air, Pavel couldn’t even work up a suitable growl. Mouth stretched in a smile so wide he figured he’d have difficulty getting through the door, he laughed aloud, the joyous sound not nearly as light as his spirits. “You’re too damned late, Ruff! She’s mine!”

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Kaila lay on the rumpled covers, bare body stretched out in as sexy a pose as she could imagine, swallowed hard, just managing to control the startled jump at the rumble of Pavel’s sexy voice speaking from the midst of the open bedroom door.

Her nerves were on edge. It had taken all her courage to confront Pavel as she had,

baring her soul in front of those people in the office. All the way back to the suite, she’d marveled over her feat, wondered where she’d gotten the nerve. Now, she pressed her

fingers to her still blushing cheeks, positive the hot flush in her flesh would never cool down.

She had to look away. Pavel presented too much of a temptation, all that lean powerful body displayed for her pleasure. He lounged against the jamb, corded arms crossed over a deep chest, muscled thighs atop long legs crossed at the ankles. “What have you figured out?”

He pushed off from the open doorway, moving with fluid grace, coming to a halt at the foot of the bed. One finger trailed a line of fire around her right ankle. “You smell of almonds and sweet coconut, covered in the richest, darkest chocolate.”

Of all the things he could have said, that surprised and tickled her. She giggled, caught the sound behind the press of her fingers. “Sometimes you feel like a nut…”

“What?”

She couldn’t help it. His expression was priceless. She hadn’t thought he’d understand her statement, seeing she quoted a jingle from an old candy commercial. “Private joke, sorry,” she gasped between chuckles.

Pavel’s face fell into austere lines, the light in his beautiful green eyes dimming. “I don’t want privacy between us. No secrets…not anymore.” He moved toward the head of the bed.

Her laughter died under the seriousness of his expression. “Okay.” She sat up. “I need you to do something for me.”

“Anything.” Pavel brushed the back of his knuckles along the line of her jaw.

Kaila cleared her throat. “I want you to change again. Turn back into that wolf.”

A slight frown pulled his brown brows together. “I don’t want to frighten you. We don’t need to rush this. I don’t expect you to be comfortable with this right away.” His forced laugh sounded strained. “I can imagine how bizarre this situation would be to someone with no clue.”

Leaning over, Kaila brushed her fingertips across his lips, hushing his rambling. Pavel was usually so authoritative and take-charge. To see this humble hesitancy in him caused a twisting ache to spike in her chest. “I expect certain things from myself. I need to accept you in all ways and I can’t do that if I can’t even bring myself to confront the animal part of you.”

She sighed. “I won’t lie. I’m scared…but if I can wrap my brain around the possibility of you, I think I’ll be able to relax more.”

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Pavel kissed her fingers, his tongue coming out to bathe the tips pressing against his lips. “Remember that even in wulf form, I’m still Pavel and I love you and I would never, never hurt you. I can understand human speech and if it becomes too much, just say so. I’ll shift back.”

Kaila nodded and held her breath as Pavel stood and began removing his clothes. The

shirt first, revealing the broad planes of his chest, covered in that lush pelt of brown hair her fingers loved to comb through while they made love. Before Pavel, she hadn’t even liked hairy men. Now she doubted anything less than a soft, curly cushion could excite her.

Pavel unbuckled his belt, slid the thin length of leather through his belt loops, and tossed it toward the armchair across the room. She licked dry lips, breathing through her mouth as his hands reached for the fastening of his pants, undid them with slow, tantalizing moves that had her clenching her hands into knuckle-popping fists.

God, he was so hot.

Kaila squirmed, squeezed her thighs together trying to alleviate the throbbing of her clit. Moisture welled in the cleft of her sex and she tightened her belly muscles as arousal clawed at her womb.

Pavel’s nostrils flared and she creamed again, heartbeat thudding, pulse jumping. “You can smell me, can’t you?”

“Oh, yes. Makes me hungry for you,” he groaned, toeing off his shoes before pushing

his pants down his hips. “I can’t wait to lap the juice from your pussy, play with the fat, stiff clit of yours until you scream, until you come in my mouth and all over my face.”

“Oh, god…you are making me so horny!” Kaila grabbed her tits, dug her fingers into

her full mounds and kneaded her nipples, desperately supplying the tactile sensation her body required. “Hurry up!”

He paused, smiling, and she saw sharp looking fangs, growing longer even as she

watched. “You’re the one demanding I change for you. I’d much rather fuck you first and then show you my fur form.”

Right now, Kaila couldn’t recall why she’d insisted on such a thing. She flung herself back on the mattress, opening her arms and legs to him. “Forget about shifting, then. Come and fuck me!”

Not waiting for her to change her mind, Pavel kicked out of the pants pooled about his ankles and crawled up the bed toward her, running both hands up the inside of her legs, pressing them apart until he’d made a place for his wide shoulders.

“Home.” His moist, sighing breath wafted warm over the drenched flesh between her

thighs, and Kaila flexed her muscles, seeking more of that humid heat.

He ran his fingers through the wiry hair on her mound, each slight tug awakening the

underlying nerves, causing her skin to tingle. Pavel glanced up from staring at her down there, his eyes glowing -- yes, this time she knew what she was seeing -- with lust and love.

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“If you had any idea how beautiful this pussy was, you’d never close your legs to me. If I could, I’d have you naked every day, all day, ready to display this dewy morsel on demand.”

Kaila shivered, moaning, his suggestive words pouring over her like a warm fur

blanket, making her ache as he coaxed her body to give up its thick honey. “How often would you demand it?”

“Every day,” he answered, peppering her wet flesh with wetter kisses. “At least four or five times a day. I’d have to have you in the morning, of course, and at lunch, and maybe for an early afternoon snack. Then, each night I’d bury myself inside you one more time before sleeping.

“I want you to imagine…” he whispered, fingers barely touching, drifting up and down

the crease of her labia, smearing her with her own cream “…my coming home to find you waiting for me, your legs splayed wide, playing with your pussy. I’d drop to my knees and watch as you fingered your sweet cunt until your cream dripped onto the cushions beneath you. Then I’d bend and take you in my mouth, send my tongue sliding up and down along your wet crease. I’d part your plump lips, nibble on your tender pearl until your hips bucked up at me.”

Pairing action to words, his fingertip parted her swollen lips, dipping between to flick her exposed clit. Using his thumbs, he peeled back her labia to reveal the pulsating heart of her sex.

Pavel looked up into her eyes, his loving expression melting her heart as well as her womb. “Oh, Kaila, there is such beauty within and without, if only you would allow yourself to believe it…” He held her open as he lowered his head, sent his tongue fluttering up and down and all around.

Kaila gripped his head, fingers curling in the thick hair at the nape of his neck. Eyes tightly shut, she rode the turbulence he invoked within her, feeling his beard stubble rasp the tender flesh of her inner thighs. His mouth was hot on her, his tongue a demon flicking over her nerve-rich flesh, lighting flames wherever his rough, wet appendage ventured.

With a wild cry, she urged him to greater speed, crushed his mouth against her pussy.

He didn’t try to escape. Like a babe finding his mother’s tit, he latched onto her clit, sucking it into the torrid heat of his mouth. Two long fingers pushed into her to the knuckle, withdrew only to push in again and again. Her intimate muscles closed down on them,

squeezing his fingers in a rhythmic demand for more.

A third finger joined the other two, adding width and power as he curled his hand and pumped them into her tight vagina. The wet, sucking sounds his fingers made going in and out of her raised her lust to flashpoint. Needing something far larger than his fingers, Kaila tugged at Pavel’s hair, almost mindless in her rush to have his cock filling her. “Now, Pavel…please! Fuck me now!”

Pavel rose between her legs, his lower face wet and shining with her juices. Running

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she hadn’t felt them while he was eating her pussy. Revealing that strength she’d often wondered at, he hooked his arms under her legs and lifted her lower body off the bed.

His cock was waiting, thick, long, and steel-hard. The fat tip, flushed almost purple with blood, leaked a steady stream of precum. Fisting his erection, he swirled it in the copious slickness covering her mons, teasing her clit with the blunt organ. He began slowly easing the broad head into her small sheath.

Kaila held her breath against the discomfort. She couldn’t help the grimace of pain as the thick glans popped through. Pavel gritted his teeth and gazed down at her pain-contorted face.

“I’m sorry, my love. I know it hurts going in, but I promise you enough pleasure to

counteract the pain.”

“I want you…all of you.” She grunted, savoring the slow burn of his entry.

A heavy groan broke his guttural demand. “Then take me…!”

His big hands slipped underneath, cupped her full cheeks, and lifted her into his

thrusts. He started slowly, let her feel the blazing friction of his huge cock scraping the walls of her constricting pussy. His heavy balls slapped the crease of her ass as he pounded in and out of her, sweat dripping onto her heaving breasts.

Her entire body shook, jolted by the power of his thrusts. Kaila could do nothing but curl her fingers around upper arms too big to completely encircle, and hold on as Pavel fucked her harder than he ever had…hard enough to send her convulsing in an orgasm so strong she feared she would lose her mind.

Her pussy clamped down, gripping, milking the cock raging inside her. Kaila cried out,

“Oh, yes, fuck me like you mean it!” Lost in spiraling excitement, she slapped his tight butt cheeks, the blows stinging her hand, and laughed giddily when his hips redoubled their motion.

The snarling growl that came out of Pavel seemed to reverberate in her pussy, setting off an explosion of lust that sent her into a fucking frenzy, and Kaila lost control, swatting his hard flanks over and over. She felt him growing impossibly larger and harder within her.

“Kaila!” he gasped, the green of his eyes lost in an incandescent glow, “Be careful…I can’t…I might shift!”

She didn’t want to be careful. She wanted him as wild as she was, wanted the power of his beast raging in her, feeding the fire that roared out of control in her cunt. “Fuck me!” she screamed, so lost in carnal ecstasy she had no room for surprise when, beneath her clutching hands, a pelt of coarse hair flowed over his shoulders and down his back.

With an animalistic grunt, he complied, shafting her so fast the slick walls of her cleft radiated heat. All along her body his soft hairs brushed sensitive skin, heightening the carnal experience, making it a sublime moment in time.

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She hugged him close, slammed her hips up to take everything he had, accepted each

long, steely inch of the cock barreling its way in and out of her weeping pussy, scraping against her clit with each outward journey. When his hot mouth closed over her nipple, she screamed, body bowing, thoughts unraveling.

His tongue rasped over her nipple, lapping at the upstanding point. He ran his fangs