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with satisfaction. “That’s what you need.”
    Oh God yes yes yes rose to his lips, but he choked
the words back. He was standing in a little grove of trees at the edge of a
grocery store parking lot, with cars driving back and forth not twenty yards
away, and he didn’t dare make a lot of noise. He had the feeling that once he
opened his mouth, he’d be screaming, and he couldn’t do that, because if they
were caught, they’d have to stop, and oh God he couldn’t stop now. He just
couldn’t.
    She caressed the
spot inside him—his prostate, he realized dimly—and intense, delightful
sensations rippled through him in waves. He’d never felt anything like it
before, because he’d never had a lover who stimulated him this way before.
Precome gushed from him with each stroke of her fingers, and there was nothing in
the world he could do to hold it back. She was in charge, and he’d surrendered
to her, surrendered completely.
    Her fingers were
gentle, but relentless, and he felt the desperate need he’d bottled up for the
past few days surging through him, seeking an outlet.
    His heart
pounded violently and his lungs labored for air, and he wondered if he could
come just from this. And then he knew he could, because the ecstasy overwhelmed
him. His cock jerked wildly, with no direct stimulation from her, and come
gushed from him in long, hot spurts. Conscious of the nearby parking lot, he
ground his teeth together to keep from crying out as he climaxed, but a
high-pitched keening sound forced its way between his teeth anyway.
    The rapture was
wonderful, impossibly intense, and when it was over he felt himself fall into
oblivion again.
    When he came
back to himself, she was gone.

 
 
 
 
 
    Chapter Four

 
    She ached for
him.
    Rhea lay
sprawled in bed that night, remembering. Remembering the scent of his skin, and
the flavor of his come, and the way his voice sounded in the throes of a
climax, hoarse and desperate as he cried out his pleasure to the moon.
    She’d brought
him to an orgasm three times now, but she still burned.
    She sighed,
running her hands lazily over her bare body. It had been a year since she’d
made love to a man. She and Bryce had had a wonderful, enthusiastic sex life.
But their kind didn’t indulge in casual sex. For them, sex was a mating, a
bonding. And she hadn’t met anyone she could accept as a mate until she’d found
Graeme.
    The first time
she’d seen him, of course, hadn’t been in the forest. She’d seen him in town
countless times, often with his grandfather. Unless they were mated, members of
the Ring didn’t spend time together while in human form, so as not to call
attention to their relationships, but she’d noticed Graeme at first because he
was attentive to the old man, watching over him, taking care of him.
    Gray had gone
quite quickly from a strong and powerful leader to a frail old man. He’d appointed
Bryce in his place as leader of the Ring, and had returned to his human life,
for the most part. And when he’d had a stroke, a year ago, he’d stopped
visiting the Ring entirely, and gone back to a normal small town existence. His
son, Graeme’s father, was long dead, and so it had fallen to Graeme to care for
him.
    She’d been very
fond of the old man, but Ring custom forbade her from visiting him outside of
the forest. She’d kept an eye on him, though, and noticed how carefully Graeme
watched over the old man when she saw them together in town. His gentle
solicitude for the feeble old man had touched her heart.
    When Gray had
died, she’d attended the funeral, sitting in the back, and she’d seen Graeme
weeping. She’d noticed he’d put the pendant on, an homage to the old man, and
she’d known then that he was the one. He was destined for her, and she for him.
    He was hers, or
would be, when he transformed.
    She ached for
that day. The moon wouldn’t be full for ten more days, which meant ten more
days of this dreadful, burning need. She