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chest as she climaxed, held
close, safe in his arms as he guided her into a peaceful aftermath.
    Her face burned as she realized just how wanton she was
being.
    “I had better tidy my clothes,” she mumbled, ineffectually
tugging at her chemise.
    “Did you no’ enjoy yourself?”
    “I did.” She looked anywhere but at him. “Did you?”
    “Would have preferred to do it inside ye.”
    Caitrin coughed, sliding off the feeding trough and away
from Eagan. “Oh no you don’t. I am not ready to breed, as you put it so
delicately.”
    “Och, do no’ fash yourself, lass. You aren’t fertile—I’d
smell it on ye.”
    “I do not know very much about werewolves,” she said a bit
defensively. “Da killed a few over the years.”
    “Did ye kill any?”
    “No. He forbade me to have anything to do with werewolves.”
She turned away before he could ask more questions. She was a Huntress.
The fact was undeniable. “I’m going to take the food inside and start cooking.”
    “Stop.” It was a command, not a request. She blinked in
surprise, obeying him unwittingly.
    Eagan stalked forward, every inch an Alpha. “Ye will stay
behind me while I scout.”
    Caitrin shrugged when his green eyes demanded a response.
“Do not spill the milk, werewolf. The nanny goats are starting to go dry, and
there is cake to bake.”
    He huffed, amusement flickering against the hard lines of
his mouth. Caitrin watched him pause in the door to the barn, his silhouette
against the afternoon light standing tall and proud as a statue. After a few
minutes he relaxed his posture, evidently not scenting danger.
    “I will no’ be spilling the milk, lass. I enjoy cake. Let’s
get ye into the cottage now.”
    When had she last cooked for two? It was strange
contemplating the larger pots and pans in the little kitchen, measuring out
twice the ingredients (and then half again extra—Eagan was huge and probably
ate like a horse) and being watched while she bustled about.
    Once the bread was rising and the soup simmering, Cait
sliced up the remnants of yesterday’s loaf, liberally spreading blackberry jam.
They ate toast in silence, Eagan watching her, she watching the rain through
the window. Mentally she went over the chores that needed to be done—washing,
dusting, herding the sheep back inside.
    She would have enough time to meet up with Iris before dark
if she hurried—and if it were possible to slip past Eagan’s watchful eye.

Chapter Four
     
    He hadn’t been part of such domesticity since he was a
teenager still with his original Pack. His mother had cooked great quantities
of oatmeal, venison stew, bannock bread—and honey oatcakes for special
occasions. Her brood—seven boys and two girls—ate it all and more.
    Now they were all long dead save for Eagan.
    As firstborn, he’d been the only Alpha. Two of his brothers
had found mates. His other four brothers had joined other established Packs.
His sisters had been snapped up by eager Alphas. Eagan had visited each of them
in turn as he prowled all over Britain, searching for his own woman. Cautious
about overstaying his welcome—Alphas were notoriously prickly around others of
their kind—he remained solitary most of the time.
    This was one hell of a refreshing change. He was warm, full
of good food, and the lass had even seen to his cock, exploring him with those
curious wee hands. He was in no way sated by that too-short encounter—he was
growing hard just thinking about it—but the kilt no longer rubbed so maddeningly
against his tip.
    Caitrin sat across the room, calmly folding laundry. Eagan
sprawled on the surprisingly comfortable couch, feet spread toward the fire. As
he watched her, she reached for a needle and thread, mending a small rip in the
elbow of one of her blouses.
    “There is a guest room where you can rest.” She spoke
without looking up.
    “Rather stay here and watch ye.”
    “When was the last time you slept?”
    “I kipped a few hours yesterday. Spent