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slip his tongue inside. Her groan increased the desire that was building in his loins.
    The kiss was long and filled with passion. He swirled his tongue inside her mouth, over her lips, and planted soft little pecks along her chin and down her neck. He swept his tongue over that precious hollow at her throat. As much as he wanted to rip the gown from her, to feel her naked flesh against his, he did not want to alarm her, to cause her any further fright.
    With infinite care, he eased his middle finger into her, going deeper and deeper in minute degrees until he was seated as far in as he could go. He turned his palm up and sought along the roof of her vaginal wall for that spongy spot he'd once heard was every woman's greatest source of delight.
    "Oh!” Rozenn said for he'd apparently found that mysterious spot on the first try. Her hips arched up and she bore down on his hand, burying her face against his throat as though embarrassed.
    "Relax, wench,” he said in a soft voice. “Just relax."
    In and out he moved his finger, feeling her quivering beneath him. Slowly, surely, with the greatest of care he stroked her. His thumb grazed over her clit and she writhed on the couch. Her arm was draped over his hip and she dug her nails into his back. When she realized she'd done it, she started to move her hand.
    "Claw me if you need to,” he said in a low, gravelly voice. “Claw me, scratch me. Do whatever pleases you."
    She put her hand on him again but her touch was easier. She did not dig her nails into him though her fingers tensed on his flesh.
    Blaez smiled and moved further down the couch until he could put his mouth over her breast and suckle her through the fabric.
    "Wolfie!” she cried out and her hand left his hip again. She buried her fingers in his hair and held him to her.
    He worried her nipple through the material and soon had the fabric wet. Withdrawing his finger he inserted one more with it, easing in and out of her again but at a faster speed. She was groaning and pressing her breast harder to his mouth so he added a third finger to his arsenal and went deep inside her, twisting his fingers gently from side to side as he moved in and out of her.
    "Aye!” she said and brought her hips up from the couch.
    He increased his speed, plucking at her nipple with his teeth, going deep inside her, twisting, withdrawing almost all the way out then pressing hard into her, holding it there for a second or two until she groaned again.
    Hot fluid gushed over his fingers and she bore down hard, making a trilling sound as her vaginal walls contracted, quivered, gripped him tightly. Her climax was shattering and when she collapsed beneath him, he withdrew his fingers and enclosed her in a tight embrace.
    "I'll never let anything hurt you again,” he said. “If any man dares to lay a hand on you, I'll bite it off."
    She giggled, snuggling closer to him. “That's nice to know, wolfie."
    Sleep reached up to gently lower them into its comforting arms.
    * * * *
    She was gone again and he knew a savage fury unlike anything he'd ever experienced. He practically tore the locked hatchway door from its housing as he jumped down from the ship, yelling her name, his eyes wide, his fangs hooked like those of a serpent as he threw back his head and howled.
    In a split second he was no longer human. His face was thickly shadowed with coarse dark fur, his eyes gleamed a piercing, pitiless blood red. His canines had elongated and glistened with saliva, his claws were unsheathed, having shot out from the tips of his fingers to arch inward toward his palms. A thick mat of fur had sprouted to cover his arms and legs and torso but he stood upright, unbent. This was no hunched-over, clothes-splitting monster of myth but a man whose body bristled with the outward sign of his latent savagery and whose countenance bore the imprint of his animal nature.
    "Blaez."
    It was the smallest of sounds and when he whipped his head around, he saw her just