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muscle.
    He loved how her kiss was attentive, yet she didn’t fight for control. She explored every inch of his mouth, darting around his tongue when he tried to impale her, as if she didn’t want the close intimacy with him. Yet she was curious.
    Curious enough that she’d begged him to fuck her.
    And it wasn’t like Juan didn’t have the willpower to turn down a bitch. More than a few willing females in the pack would spread their legs on a moment’s notice. There was something about Erin though. Something more than sex appeal. And she had that one down better than any bitch he’d ever been with.
    With her hesitation, the caution he sensed when she kissed him, came
    overwhelming need. She’d made a show of how she loved casual sex—how she did werewolves who weren’t in her pack. Yet the way she touched him, moved her body over his and used caution instead of eagerly working him inside her, told a very different story. She wanted to know what true lovemaking was, yet wouldn’t let go enough to do more than just fuck him.
    Erin released his mouth and ran her tongue over his chin, down his neck and then bit his collarbone, tasting him. He tangled his fingers in her thick, long black hair, enjoying the way the small of her back had a nice curve to it.
    Her plump breasts brushed down his chest when she moved lower, continuing to lick and nibble until his blood boiled in his veins.
    Muscles threatened to grow when her tongue did a wicked number around his bellybutton. His cock thrust against her breasts, their full softness almost making him come.
    He could hold out if she took him in her mouth, but as she ran her tongue around his bellybutton, she made a delicate purring sound. He looked down to see her watching him, her dark eyes glowing like onyx. Long black hair flowed over her 18
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    shoulders, covering his midsection and fanning over the ground. Her cheeks flushed with excitement and she smiled. It was a very satisfied grin. She sensed his pleasure and loved giving it. What a perfect bitch! He couldn’t wait to return the favor. As he stared, her expression changed, the hesitation he’d smelled before returning. Her aroma changed too. Lust dripped from her strong enough to hide other emotions, but they were there. It wasn’t fear. She wasn’t acting. But there was something.
    When she looked down quickly, lowering herself even farther to take him into her mouth, his clothes bunched underneath his head. Juan almost threw her off him, jumping and turning to stare behind him. No one was there. He fucking swore his clothes had just been wadded into a better pillow, fluffed underneath him like someone had tried to make him more comfortable, propping his head up to give him a better angle to view the show.
    Then it hit him. Like a damned tree branch clobbering him on the head, it was suddenly clear what had just happened.
    Her scent changed when she used the gift. The gift she’d been blessed with, or possibly cursed with, had a distinctive way of giving itself away.
    He grabbed her shoulders, dragging her over him until her face was inches from his.
    “You will not use the gift around me again without my prior consent,” he hissed.
    “Is that clear?”
    She froze, her eyes almost perfect circles when she looked up at him, stunned.
    “But…”
    “You toy with werewolves, use your abilities to taunt them. And I won’t always be there to save your ass.”
    “I can take care of myself.”
    “Is that clear?”
    She sucked in her lower lip, chewing it while staring at him with wide brown eyes.
    Slowly she nodded her head, the smell of lust growing stronger on her. Erin liked being controlled. The realization drained all the blood in his body to his cock.
    He shifted his hold on her, grabbing her under the arms and dragging her up his body. She’d agreed to his demands, and that sounded like damned good reason to reward her. And fucking hell, her naked body pressing over his was making him