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the
movement of his hands with her eyes, and bit her lip when he reached his cock.
Thick and long, it hung semi-erect between his legs and hardened under his
ministrations.
    Groaning, he
cupped his shaft. He spread his legs and started pumping in earnest, putting
one hand against the wall for support. Faster and faster that hand moved, and Anja rubbed her thighs together at the answering ache in
her pussy. Who'd have thought that watching a man jack himself off would be
such a turn-on? His face contorted as though in pain, his balls drew up, and
his thighs shook, until finally with a roar of completion he shot his load into
the streaming water and sagged back against the wall.
    And still, she
couldn't bring herself to move. Now that he was washed free of the grime, she
could admire the powerful angles of his face. His shoulder-length hair stuck to
his skin, and his full lips, partially hidden by his goatee, opened in a fanged
smile. A smile she had seen countless times in his other form.
    The room spun, and
this time Anja couldn't hide her gasp when he opened
his eyes and he stared straight at her. Mutt's golden eyes glowed, and the
man's growl traveled across the distance separating them, as he grabbed a towel
and stalked toward her.

Chapter Four
     
    Ethan smiled
grimly and allowed more of his wolf to show as he approached the trembling
woman in his sights. She stood frozen to the spot. It wasn't fear coming off
her, however, but arousal. The air was heavy with her scent, and he had no
doubt that she was wet. He'd sensed her confusion and unwilling arousal aimed
at the disheveled him the minute he'd touched her, and no matter how obnoxious
his behavior, that hadn't changed. She couldn't understand why she reacted to
him, but her body did, and his wolf rejoiced.
    Ethan hadn’t had
to act very much to be obnoxious. His wolf's reaction and the connection he
felt to her in his human form had taken his breath away. It had taken all of
his self-control to not simply grab her, crush her to him, and storm off with
her slung over his shoulder like some sort of caveman. Was this the mate
connection his father had always droned on about—this inexplicable pull to one
female to the exclusion of all else? Ethan had always scoffed at that part of
his heritage, even as one by one his old pack mates had mated and settled down
until he was the only one left. He'd left the pack as soon as he'd left school,
wanting to make his own way in the world, but he'd kept in touch with them all.
Or rather they had with him. He'd refused to take on the role of Alpha when his
father had passed on. His cousin could do the job just as well as, if not
better than he. Ethan had chosen to live amongst the humans. He used their
females as he saw fit, when he needed to scratch an itch, and had thought
himself safe from any mating call.
    Until he met Anja , that is. He couldn't deny what his wolf had known
from the minute he'd seen her. Why her, and why now, he had no idea. All he did
know was that he needed to taste her or die trying. The fact that she'd stayed
to watch him shower had been such a turn-on, he'd had no problem taking himself
in hand and he'd reached completion in record time. All it had taken was
imagining her lips wrapped around his cock, her small hands caressing his
balls, to have him surge and roar his completion. Her increased scent and rapid
heartbeat had told him she was as aroused as he was by what she'd witnessed.
    He wrapped the
towel around his middle, mindful of the fact that anyone could come up those
stairs, and stopped just in front of her. Her breathing sped up and her eyes
widened, but she stood her ground. She put a hand on his chest to stop him from
coming closer and shook her head in denial. His skin heated where her hand
branded him like a hot poker, and his wolf almost rolled over in submission.
    When she finally
spoke, her voice was a mere whisper, barely audible over the murmur of voices
coming from below, as someone