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agreed on: she craved deeper connection. And yet the connection she felt already scared

her stupid.

She tried not to think as she moved her hands up his body and then traced the

lines of his face with her fingertips. It was an intimacy as profound as the feel of his

hardened male flesh pressing like a stone against her thigh.

At the first soft brush of her fingertips along his jaw, Talorc's body went rigid with

the need to claim Abigail fully. He did not understand why that simple touch acted as such

a siren's call to his feral nature when a similar caress along his flank had only fed the fire

of his sexual need. It had not turned his desire into an inferno he was in danger of not

controlling.

However, control it he must.

He would not hurt his sweet wife. Despite his wolf's nature, he was no beast to take

what he wanted without thought or consideration. The Chrechte were not animals, but

humans with the enhancement of animal natures. Nevertheless, it was easier to mate in

kind. Humans were often too weak to face a Chrechte's full passion.

Abigail was more gentle than most, definitely too gentle for his wolf, but she

responded to him blithely oblivious to her peril. She touched him with wanton carnality he

would never have believed a gently bred Englishwoman capable of. While he could not

read her thoughts, she broadcast her need with every move of her small, silky body.

And she kissed with the hunger of a Chrechte woman claiming her mate.

As soon as the thought formed, he banished it with an angry growl. For all that she

looked like an angel right out of Heaven, she was human. She had been born and raised

English. She was not his mate, but she was his wife.

This night their bodies would consummate that truth.

He grabbed both her wrists and placed them by her head. "Keep them there."

Her soft brown gaze was dark with desire, and she dared shake her head at him.

"Obey me."

This time it was her eyes that spoke denial, though her lips remained immobile.

"I mean it." He caressed her wrists with his thumbs. "Your hands are to remain in

this exact position."


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