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as well. He continued on, scenting his way down each of my jean-covered legs, stopping to thoroughly lick over my ankles, bare feet and toes before moving back up again. My cheeks ached from laughing so hard by the time he made it back up to my exposed stomach to tickle-torment me there again.
    I heard Alessandra titter softly and coo a protracted “Awww.”
    Great.
    The snuffling, wheezing noises Alex’s wolf was making started to sound suspiciously like laughter as he pressed his snout into my armpit, causing me to shriek and cackle. He seemed more like a giant, playful puppy to me now than he did a killer Cujo .
    “Stop, stop!” I panted. “No more tickling!”
    My laughter abated when his immense muzzle came to hover right above my face, his big paws padding down on either side of my head. Okay, perhaps “puppy” wasn’t the best descriptor. His snout lowered, his feral eyes studying me. It was only his glorious scent and the soft purring noise vibrating deep within his chest that kept me from panicking again. That, and the small, insane fact that my senseless, giddy she-wolf already seemed to trust him with our lives.
    “Offer him your neck,” Alcaeus telepathically instructed. “Turn your head so he can access the side where I bit you.”
    I slowly did as advised, my fingertips cautiously reaching up to draw my hair out of the way, so that the black and grey wolf would see that I was uninjured. But his delightful purring-growl morphed into an unexpected and quite menacing growl then, and I feared I’d made a grave mistake. My heart bolted, my face scrunching up in fear as every human instinct begged me to cover my throat again and cower into a tight ball on the floor.
    “Stay still!” Alcaeus ordered. “He won’t hurt you. His anger is for me and Kai.”
    I held still, and my big, bad playmate soon commenced whining softly once more, as he had before when he’d been running his muzzle over my spine. And it clicked for me as it had earlier on the terrace: Alex’s wolf didn’t want me to be afraid of him.
    He wanted me to feel safe with him. He wanted me to be confident. Happy. But maybe most of all, he wanted me to trust him, I realized. And I got the distinct sense it was the complete and unconditional, no reservations kind of trust he was angling for. Crap.
    I willed my tensed facial features to relax. I focused on breathing evenly in and out. I was rewarded and freaked out for my efforts when I felt his hot breath blanket my face, just before his rough-textured tongue licked up the length of my neck from my clavicle to my ear. I squirmed and bit my lip to stifle a nervous giggle. He growled.
    I stiffened. Shoot, was that meant to be a serious lick that time? Was there a difference? Had I disrespected his lick?
    “He doesn’t like my scent on you,” Alcaeus counseled. “Relax. Ignore the growling, it’s not directed at you.”
    I wanted to argue that it was directed at me, in fact, considering his snout was straight up pressed into my ear at present. But I closed my eyes and did my best to do as Alcaeus suggested as Alex’s wolf licked me again. And then again … and again … over and over, until he had thoroughly laved every inch of skin covering my neck.
    I lost count of how many licks he administered, and eventually I did genuinely relax and submit to his ministrations, even willingly offering him the other side of my neck when he seemed content with his attentions to the left side. He rumbled his approval and moved on to diligently lap at the right side of my throat. It felt good. It didn’t tickle so much anymore. It felt strangely … sensual. Stimulating. My inner bitch was euphoric.
    I wasn’t sure what insanity prompted me to do it, but at some point I raised a tentative, curious hand and ghosted trembling, sweaty fingers over the soft patch of fur covering the right side of his muzzle. Alex had given me permission to touch him whenever I wanted, right? His majestic head lifted