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said hoarsely, “My body can’t lie, but
I’ve said you’ll be safe with me. And you will be. Unless you choose
otherwise.”
    She jerked out a nod. Whether she trusted him or not—and
somehow, foolishly, she did—she’d die of frostbite if she didn’t hurry the hell
up. Seconds later she climbed into the fleecy warmth of the sleeping bag.
Behind her, Renate slung her clothes over some shelving to dry, and then bent
to roll his pants past his thighs and calves. Stepping free, he exposed his
huge, aroused cock that looked about ready to burst at the seams.
    Oh, dear lord.
    It seemed these males were human in every way except for
their humongous size.
    Face heating, she rolled to her side, averting her gaze. But
seconds later he slid into the sleeping bag beside her, his all-too-naked,
powerful body taking up the remaining space and more.
    He turned toward her, pulling her naked back and butt
against him. “I’ll keep you warm, kitten,” he said hoarsely. “Now sleep. It’s
going to be a long night.”
    Sleep? Not in a million years. Not with you wrapped
around me and the press of your hard, hot cock against my skin.
    It was the last thought she had before the delicious cocoon
of warmth pulled her weary body into a deep, dreamless sleep…
    She drifted awake ever so slowly, savoring the almost
forgotten intimacy, the utter peacefulness of being in the arms of her husband.
It’d been way too long since she’d woken beside him, his arms wrapped around
her as if he’d never let her go.
    She rolled over, snuggling into his body, her eyes still
closed as she pressed her face into his masculine heat. “Mm. Luke, you smell
good,” she mumbled.
    “Luke?”
    She jerked awake at the foreign male voice, eyes springing
apart as the truth slammed into her like a lead ball. He wasn’t Luke. This was
not her bed—it wasn’t even a bed. And this was no early morning to be filled
making love with her husband.
    Oh, hell no!
    Here. Now. This was her reality.
    Renate’s eyes drilled into hers, anger and fierce need all
rolled into one. Then he flipped her on to her back, his body moving to cover
hers. A half growl rumbled from his chest, the back of his open mouth revealing
razor sharp canines that weren’t even remotely human. “You think of this Luke
when you lie with me?”
    She swallowed, throat dry. “Luke was my husband. I…loved
him.”
    Didn’t I?
    Surely this alien understood love? Perceived her loss?
    Apparently not.
    Renate’s face was a mask of raw possessiveness. He pinned
her hands above her head, her struggles all but useless as he growled, “Then
I’ll make you forget your love for him.”
    “You can’t,” she breathed.
    So why did her heart stutter with excitement? Why did the
blood rush to her face and heat her pussy? Why did she want to kiss his sexy,
kissable lips?
    “I can. And I will. You’re my mate now.” A muscle flickered
in his jaw. “Mine.”
    Her eyes burned, vision distorting with unshed tears. But it
was from passion as much as loathing and for that she despised herself as much
as him. In a voice that rasped with emotion she asked, “And yet you’re willing
to share me with four others?”
    Something primal flashed in his stare. And she realized
then—he wouldn’t be sharing her with anyone. Not anytime soon.
    He ground his cock against the lightly haired mound of her
pussy, causing her to gasp and squirm in both horror and unmistakable delight.
When his mouth took possession of hers, his lips hard and demanding, she fought
him at first, a mental fight as much as physical.
    She bit into his lip, her teeth piercing his soft flesh.
    He reared back. Shell shocked?
    She angled her chin. “What happened to consensual or not at
all?”
    “That hasn’t changed,” he growled. “I feel the passion you
struggle to contain.” He used one hand to restrain her arms, the other to swipe
at the blood smearing his lip. “But your resistance ebbs fast.”
    She glowered, ignoring the