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easily move a mountain as fight this beast.  Her body screamed to turn and run, but she stood her ground, meeting that baleful yellow gaze.
    He cocked his head to one side as though surprised she hadn't moved.  "Won't you run, girl? It's hardly sporting if you just stand there."  Luther began pacing back and forth in front of the cottage.  As he moved aside, she could see a clear path to the door, but the tension in his posture told her he was ready to pounce.
    As cold rain slid down her skin, Kara realized that he wanted her to run.  Luther the man was still in that creature, but the beast's instincts were strong.  If she ran, the beast could take over, and Luther couldn't blame himself for what happened.
    She shook her head.  "I won't run from you, Luther.  I can't escape.  If you must take me, let it be the man who decides, not the beast. "
    He growled then.  "So be it," he said.  "And damn that witch to hell."  He bent forward and touched his hands - forepaws - to the grass, then leapt forward .
    Kara gasped in surprise at his speed and took a step back as the massive beast barreled into her.  She braced herself for impact, but he rolled as they fell and hit the ground with his shoulder, pulled her over him, then turned again so she landed on in the grass almost softly, her arms pinned to the earth by his big, strong hands.  Sharp claws pressed against the soft skin along her inner wrist, and she wondered if he could feel her pulse.
    As she lay in the cold wet grass with the beast atop her, his eyes met hers, and that yellow gaze was like a churning pool of emotion; loneliness and longing at war with a wild animal hunger.
    "I cannot resist you," Luther said.  "My father warned me it would be this way.  But he didn't warn me that you would be beautiful."  He averted his gaze then and burrowed his big long head against her neck, nuzzling the soft white flesh above her collarbone.  A long tongue flickered out, tasting her even as rain cascaded across her skin .  Kara shuddered.  The cold rain had drenched her so thoroughly, and now his mouth felt warm on her skin.
    One clawed hand released her wrist and hooked the neckline of her shift .  She felt a jerk and heard the tearing of thin fabric over the rain.  The white linen parted, neatly cut down the middle, and Luther moved his mouth lower, his warm tongue exploring her breasts.  Her nipples, already puckered and firm from the chill and the rain, ached for his touch, and a wild tingle shot through her when his tongue flickered over them.  She moaned and arched her back, pushing her bottom and shoulders into the thick carpet of grass, thrusting her breasts up towards him.
    Without thinking, she grabbed Luther's massive head and pulled it against her.  She wanted so badly for this to be Mykal, but Mykal had given himself to Rela.  She knew now why the Wise Woman had made her watch , to plant a seed of jealousy in Kara's mind so that when this moment came, she would be more willing.  Kara hated Rela for her scheming, but some part of her wanted Luther.  Her life had been turned upside down in a single day, yet here was a man who held true to himself, even though that meant life as an outcast.
    Luther sensed her desire as a wolf scents distant prey on the wind, and his hands roamed over her , a rough caress that left rippling gooseflesh in its wake and made her crave his touch.
    He rolled to one side, kissing her neck, her face, her breasts while his hand moved down her flat belly, and his claws left faint red lines that weren't quite scratches on her soft skin.  He ripped the dress further to expose the tuft of dark hair at her crotch, and his long fingers slid between her thighs.
    Kara shuddered as his fingertips brushed her inner lips, and she opened her legs to him.  She was wet from more than the rain, and his fingertips found her moisture as he spread her apart.  She cried out into the howling wind as he massaged her sensitive bud, ripe and