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it left him drained, depleted of all his energy. He rolled over, pulled her up under his arm, and was instantly asleep.
    But not for long. He grumbled a couple of hours later when she got up, his wolf protesting when she left the safety of his arms. When she dressed and approached the door, he sat up and voiced the objection.
    “Where are you going?”
    She gave him a sexy grin over her shoulder. “I didn’t eat dinner tonight. I’m starving.”
    Ellen sucked in a deep breath as his eyes grew hooded, his arousal obvious in his thickening cock. He stood and approached her with that wolf-like grace that always made her blood rush. The way the man moved should be illegal. He stopped before her and bent his head to her neck. One long, hot lick.
    “I’m starving, too. I think I’ll have more of you.”
    Rumbling, her stomach chose that moment to protest her lack of food.
    He laughed softly and stepped away to pull on his jeans. “Right. Food.”
    She was hyper-conscious of him at her back as they went to the kitchen. It was as if she could feel his gaze on her, caressing her body. The sensation made her giddy. If this was what it was like to be wanted by Clint Osborn, she hoped it never ended.
    In the kitchen, her stomach reminded her again why she’d dragged them out of bed, and she went straight to the refrigerator. When she bent to rifle through the leftovers, he was right behind her, hands on her hips and pulling her ass close to grind against his erection. Her pussy filled with liquid heat at the contact, at the promise of his touch.
    He released her, and she turned around to watch him strip off his jeans. He grinned at her arched eyebrow and opened the back door.
    “I need to run off some excess energy.”
    She held her breath. She hadn’t seen Clint in wolf form in years. She longed for him to shift, to see him as a wolf and run her hands through his fur. Stroke the animal that was so much a part of him. He was across the room in a blur of movement, his hand cupping her cheek.
    “You accept this part of me.” There was wonder in his tone, but that didn’t make sense. She’d grown up with werewolves. Why wouldn’t she accept it?
    “I always have,” she replied softly.
    He watched her a moment, serious, before nodding. “What’s for dinner?”
    She shrugged. Who could think of food right now? “Spaghetti maybe. Whatever I can scrounge up.”
    He kissed her, humming against her lips, bringing her body to screaming life. “Yummy,” he said when he let her go, and she knew he wasn’t talking about food. “I won’t be gone long.”
    He moved away a couple of feet, his body became a blur, and then the wolf stood before her. Smiling, she knelt in front of him, ran her hands through the thick, black fur that covered his sleek body. The wolf gave her face a long, wet lick, and laughing, she stood, watching as he left. He waited on the back step until she shut the door behind him. She didn’t lock it. He wouldn’t go far, and she knew he’d never let anyone close enough to hurt her.
    She went into the large pantry and found the ingredients she wanted. There was one last jar of homemade spaghetti sauce, and she quickly browned a pound of ground beef to add to it. The mixture was simmering a few minutes later when she dropped the pasta into boiling water. Ten minutes later, she set two plates on the table just as Clint returned. They ate in a silence that felt heavy, loaded with possibilities and sensual promise.
    He didn’t speak until he stood at her side, helping clean up the dishes. “Do you want to stay here? Or return to the Appalachian Pack?”
    Her heart ached, and she shook her head. “Too many bad memories there. And…” She hesitated, not sure how to explain the home she’d found among the Hunters. “I do good here. I have purpose here.”
    He nodded. “I’ll speak to Anthony. I’m sure he won’t mind having another hand available.”
    She looked at him, knew her eyes had grown wide with