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enough that she felt irrevocably marked as his.

They lay together in a tableau so unbelievable, her mind refused to picture it--his

head between her legs, his intimate kissing so intense she could barely breathe. He

reached up with both hands, first cupping her breasts as if weighing their small curves

before pinching both her nipples at once. She screamed . . . did not know if it had been

silently or not, and could not make herself care if his warriors had heard.

He changed the way his tongue moved on her. The cliff of pleasure she had felt

over and over drew closer, and then she was going over, her body going rigid as

convulsions rocked her. He took her through the pleasure and into a series of smaller

inner explosions until her body fell limp against the furs below her.

He surged up between her legs and reached for her hand. He placed it over the

burning heat of his erection. Her fingers curled around him convulsively. He wrapped his

hand around hers and began to move them both over his male heat.

His hips snapped too and fro, his hand around hers so tight it bordered on painful.

Then she felt him give a triumphant shout, the sound beating in the air around them even

though she could not hear it. Hot liquid landed on her stomach and breasts, searing her

with yet another act of his possession.

Talorc's wolf howled his triumph as the warrior shouted his pleasure and his seed

shot out to land on the silken skin of his wife. The climax lasted longer than any orgasm he

had ever had, each spurt of his come that landed against her skin giving his wolf feral

pleasure Talorc could not begin to deny.

When he had finished climaxing, he leaned forward and began to rub his seed into

her skin, marking Abigail in an unmistakable way for all Chrechte warriors to recognize.

Unlike other women who might have objected to something so earthy, Abigail lay

compliant below him as he caressed every last drop of his come into her skin, until she

was so thoroughly marked with his scent his own wolf would have a hard time

distinguishing between their bodies.

She was his and all would know it.

Chapter 6

Abigail woke alone.