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wrapped an arm tight around her waist. He jerked her in close and made her be still. She kept her eyes clamped shut as she felt his breath against her skin while he spoke.
    “That was never what happened, Angharod,” he scolded her, clearly enflamed by the suggestion. “I was a fool for not telling you my father had been killed, and they were calling me home to settle a restless pack bent on vengeance. I was a fool for thinking I was protecting you from the prying eyes of the press by refusing to talk about you. But I never denied you. I was never hiding the plain truth that you were my mate.”
    Pretty words and late apologies now , she thought. But there wasn’t much time for thinking or arguing his points.
    Calum used his teeth to shred the material shielding Angie’s pussy, and his thick, hot tongue plunged into her softness. She squealed, his name maybe, or a curse. She couldn’t be certain as his tongue swirled and dove and drove up into her. Angie clawed at the wall behind her and at Calum’s hair as he licked deeper and deeper into her aching core. He was growling and huffing all the while, rubbing his rough skin against the sensitive lips of her sex.
    It was like he couldn’t taste enough of her, couldn’t lick deep enough inside of her. Pushing his face and thrusting his tongue and grinding. Angie’s feet came up off the floor. Calum was holding her around the waist, balancing her weight on his shoulders and the wall, making her rest down on his face as he pumping his tongue and sucked and nipped and licked and licked and licked until….
    Until Angie slumped forward, biting down hard on her lip and a climax that rippled and prickled through the walls of her pussy like electricity. Pulsing. Stinging. Hot, so hot. He kept licking her through her orgasm, through her shuddering little fit of bliss.
    The pleasure grew too intense, finally, and Angie wriggled fiercely against Calum, away from him. “Enough, enough, enough,” she said in a low mew, sounding far too vulnerable to her own ears.
    The alpha stood, gathering Angie to her feet, steading her, holding her until she stopped shaking. She was acutely aware the whole time of the demanding ridge of his erect cock straining the front of his suit pants and pressing into her flesh.
    At length, Calum took Angie’s hands in his face and kissed her deep and hard and breathless. “It’s never enough, Angharod, not until you’re truly my mate. Marked as mine.”
    He smoothed her clothes and her hair and left her in a daze in the kitchen with those impossible words. Marked as mine. Mated. It was impossible, she thought. It was a fairy tale she had forced herself to stop believing seven years ago.
    Angie was practically at the point of tears when her damn cell phone rang. Suck it up, princess , she told herself, took a deep breath, and answered.
    “Ms. Maddox, this is Orla. I need your help. You know Las Vegas far better than a visitor would.” The woman’s tone was urgent, her words clipped.
    “What’s the matter?”
    “Kenzie slipped away from me—intentionally. I wouldn’t agree to take her to a club somewhere here in the city. I don’t know the name.”
    “What kind of club? I probably know it.”
    “One with men stripping. Shifters.”
    “Fuck,” Angie blurted into the phone. “I know the one. The Naked Wolfe. Let’s go find her.”

Chapter Four
    I t wasn’t just the taste of Angharod’s sex in Calum’s mouth. Not just the sound of her mews and moans, denied him since she’d disappeared from his life. Not just a flaw in his instincts. Angharod was Calum’s mate. He felt it. As he stood on the balcony of his suite in the warm desert wind with another glass of whiskey, Calum was certain of this in a way that he could be certain of nothing else.
    The knowledge weighed in his chest in her absence, in his gut, in his groin, and made the wolf inside him yearn to shift and howl.
    Calum finished off the whiskey, letting it burn his throat and