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didn’t choose to be a werewolf. Sex kitten Chantal Devlin had decided she wanted a romp in the park, took a bite out of him and as a result his whole life had changed overnight.
    Didn’t he deserve to be a little pissed off about that?
    As far as her not getting any pleasure out of fucking him? Huh. He’d see about that.
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    Chantal paced. Stopped in the middle of the room and stared at the door. Nothing.
    She resumed her pacing until she reached the center of the room, then halted again, crossing her arms over her chest.
    She looked at her watch. It had been an hour.
    Where was he? Her panties were damp just thinking about how it would be with Dylan again. Hot, carnal and wild, just as it had been last night.
    She might be irritated as hell with him, but she couldn’t deny wanting his cock inside her again.
    So why hadn’t he shown up yet?
    She finally grew tired of wearing a hole in the rug with her heels. Disgusted at her nervous anticipation, she kicked off her shoes and fell onto the bed. Exhausted, she figured she’d just close her eyes for a few minutes. She’d hear Dylan when he showed up.
    When she opened her eyes the room was dark. Damn, she’d slept the rest of the day. Of course she hadn’t gotten any sleep at all last night so it was no wonder. She yawned and grabbed her pillow, snuggling deeper into the soft down. Warmth.
    Oblivion.
    Her eyes shot open when she caught a familiar scent and heard movement. She wasn’t alone in the room.
    She started to move.
    “Don’t.”
    Dylan’s voice, tight and strained.
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    “Stay just like that. God, you look hot, sprawled out on your belly with your legs spread and your skirt hiked up to your thighs.” He was panting. She scented his arousal in the air around her, her panties flooding with moisture as she breathed him in. She heard a zipper drawing down, the rustle of clothing as it dropped to the floor.
    “Where’ve you been?” She hated asking the question, but couldn’t help it.
    “Fighting this. My cock’s been hard for the better part of four hours. I paced, I worked out, I read, I made some calls. I did everything I could to keep from coming in here. I even thought about jacking off, but I knew it wouldn’t even begin to take the edge off. It’s you I crave. I need you, Chantal. I don’t want to, but I do.” The bed creaked as he climbed on the end and came toward her. She gripped the sheets in her hands, anticipating, wanting, squirming as she rubbed her pussy against her wet panties. Her clit swelled and she moved it against the mattress, feeling the burst of sensation sparking inside her.
    “I can’t promise to be gentle,” he muttered, his body surrounding her on all sides.
    “I don’t want you to be.”
    He touched her calves first and she jumped at the contact.
    “Shhh,” he whispered, smoothing his hands upward, over the backs of her knees.
    Slow. Too slow. He crept to her thighs, raising her dress as he moved his hand underneath the fabric to her upper thighs. When he reached her panties, he growled,
    “These are in my way,” and tore them with a harsh rip.
    She gasped. “Those cost twenty dollars.”
    “Send me a bill.”
    The animalist nature of the act only served to heighten her excitement. She lifted her hips, begging silently for his cock. He patted her ass and ran his finger between her cheeks.
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    “I want to fuck you everywhere. Including here. I’ll bet your ass is just as tight and sweet as your cunt.”
    She shuddered at the sensation of his fingers teasing back and forth along the puckered hole. When he bent and kissed the small of her back, she whimpered. When his mouth went lower, his tongue finding her drenched pussy lips, she cried out and dug her nails into the mattress.
    She could shift, could take over. He wasn’t lupine yet. She was stronger. But oh, she felt so feminine under his assault. And she needed to let him have his way,