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body as his hands skimmed low over her back, and he pulled her tight to his body, letting his aroused state speak for itself.
    “Feel her? Your wolf in there—she wants to come out and play. Just…” Suddenly Angelo groaned.
    Sarita looked down at where her hand played across his nipples. Stifling a giggle, she looked up and saw his teeth had lengthened.
    “Let her out,” he gasped, taking a step back.
    Sarita could feel her then, the wolf inside her. She let the shift happen, and it sucked the air out of her with its immediacy. It didn’t take strength to wrestle her wolf to the surface this time. Nor did she need the anger that had coursed through her this morning. She felt her body shudder, then she was staring at her mate from within her wolf form. He dropped to his knees, smiling wickedly at her. Her tongue lolling out, she nipped at his hand, feeling again the sweet, tense heat of being close to her mate. When his hands stroked into her velvety fur, she felt a whine of impatience slip through. Throwing his head back, Angelo laughed—a sound of breathtaking joy. She watched from within the animal as his own change took hold. Efficient and ordered, he shook his head once, and his body seemed to lengthen. The next thing she knew, they were nose to nose. With a playful nudge to his flank, Sarita took off at a run.
    To say the run filled her with peace was an understatement. Every sound in the forest, the feeling of Mac and Fionn at the edges of her consciousness, her handsome mate feinting and playing as he ran alongside her, it all settled into this feeling of necessity. Yes, necessity—this run, this shift, it had been necessary to build her faith in herself, and her mate had known just what to say and do. She threw her head back, a howl of majestic ecstasy tearing through her throat. She heard the other wolves join her, then an ursine bellow joined them all. Angelo nudged her face, stroking the side of her muzzle with his. She rolled her face into his for a moment before spinning and ducking into a crouch, her tail wagging as she teased him to follow her.
    Though it didn’t seem possible that a wolf could look bemused, Angelo did as he swatted at Sarita with one large paw. Delighted, she spun and crouched again. This time, when he started toward her, she ran as hard and as fast as she could. She wasn’t as fast as the others, but she was pretty fast for such a petite wolf. Grinning, she felt her mate running beside her, keeping her pace easily. Her mate .
    Another joyful noise ripped from her throat as she celebrated the glorious run.

Chapter Four
    “A lone at last,” Angelo whispered as the door closed behind them. Sarita shuddered, turning to face him. Wordlessly, she traced the planes of his face with her fingertips, then sank her hands into his hair. She leaned forward to press a kiss to his lips, and he absorbed her smoky scent as she nibbled at him. Finally, when he could stand no more, his hands circled her waist and pressed her hard against him as he took her mouth with his tongue and teeth. She whimpered against him, trying to squirm closer. Without breaking the kiss, he slid his hands up to her breasts. He’d seen them when they were in the woods, but now he explored them with his hands, knowing he’d be the only man to touch her like this, the only one to hear that breathy noise she made when he pinched her like that, the groan she made when he cupped her whole breast under his palm. She was perfection to him in a way only his mate could be.
    “ Querida, ” he whispered. Wide indigo eyes met his, and she smiled languidly, a softness that belied the edge to her movements.
    “I’m impatient,” she admitted. “But I’m also scared.”
    “Tonight, perhaps we shouldn’t have sex.” He stroked the side of her face. “I don’t want you to be scared when we join together.”
    “I want you,” she whined, the lupine noise slipping from her.
    “I want you too. But I want our mating to be the