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Staring into her eyes, Jason paused, then pressed his mouth to hers. Syd closed her eyes and moaned. Her head swam with a myriad of colors flaring behind her eyelids. Finally, seconds before she was sure she’d pass out, he released her.

“Syd. You know I want—”

She licked her lips and dived in for another kiss. “Sure.” And I want you.

“Then you know who—what—I am? That we’re destined to be together?”

His words tumbled in her mind, yet down deep she recognized the truth of them. His voice swept over her, giving her renewed energy, and she laced her fingers through the front of his shirt. “I’ve seen you. In my head. In my dreams.” Let the fantasy begin.

He let out a huge sigh. “And I’ve waited for you. When I saw you at the club—”

“Do you always talk so much?” Allowing her desire to break free, she tugged him toward the bedroom. He trailed behind her, hand in hand, letting her lead the way until she jerked him past her to push him on top of her bed.

“Well, all right. A round bed. You, lady, are my kind of naughty woman.”

She laughed and crawled on top of him. “Naughty, but nice. Nice in a naughty way.”

“I guess this means you accept my apology?”

“Maybe.” At the surprise on his face, she added, “It’ll depend on how good you are in bed. And if it’s forgiveness you’re seeking, you’d better be damn good.”

“Is that right? Hell, Syd, I’m so good you’re going to end up apologizing to me.”

She made a growling noise. “Didn’t I tell you to stop talking?”

“Yeah, but I want to make sure—”

“Damn. Just shut up.” She mimicked his earlier action and crushed her lips to his.

Her laughter mixed with his and she thought how right they sounded together, how comfortable she felt with him—in a sexy rip-his-clothes-off kind of way. They tore at each other’s clothes, passion coursing through them while their lips glued together.

Within minutes Syd, naked and shuddering with delight, broke the lip-lock and pushed up to run her hands over Jason’s bare chest. His rough hands gripped her breasts, bringing them to his mouth. He nipped at them, enticing flickers of lust to spark to life through her, thrilling her with each new burst of heat.

Here was her man. The man of her dreams. The man she’d wished for. Syd placed her hands beside his head and arched her back, giving her breasts to him.

“You’re beautiful.”

She started to reply, but his tongue savaging her nipples wiped all coherent thoughts away. Undulating her hips, she reveled in the feel of his shaft growing stronger, bigger, longer under her. Soon she slipped him between the crevices of her folds, teasing herself, teasing him. She wanted him to crave her. She wanted him to need her.

He twisted, trying to enter her, but she lost her balance and fell to his side. “Slow down a minute. I’ve had dreams about this and since it’s time to make those dreams real, I’m planning on savoring the experience.”

Jason moved, coming to rest on top of her, and trapped his face between her breasts. He mumbled between licks around her globes. “Tell me about your dreams.”

The man sure liked to talk—among other things. He swiped his tongue along the underside of her breast, making her squirm. “Okay, but I’ve had a lot of them.” All starring you. “How about one of my favorites?”

“Yeah, tell me which fantasy you want to come true first.”

“I want to play Submarine with you.”

“Submarine, huh?”

Syd shuddered in pleasure at the heat in his look. “Yeah, Submarine. Don’t tell me you don’t know how to play Submarine.”

He winked at her, letting her in on the joke. “Sweetheart, I’m the commander on the sub.”

“Well? Then what are you waiting for? Dive, sailor, dive.” Pushing his shoulders, she guided him between her legs. “Remember when you said I looked delectable? You’re about to find out if you were right.”

He obeyed her even when her hands fell from his shoulders to clutch the comforter. He slid her lower, bringing her legs over his shoulders. “Yeah. Forget the thousand-dollar wine. Give me a drink of you any day.”

His tongue moved slowly over her inner thigh, making it hard to breathe, much less speak. Yet she couldn’t resist joking with him a little more. “So, hmm, you like, uh, pussy juice?”

“Whoa, wait a sec. What did you say?” Jason lurched up, startling her, and shook his head vehemently. “Don’t ever use the word pussy when we’re having sex. That word is a real turn-off.”

“Why n—”

His mouth latching onto her again broke her train of thought and she threw back her head onto the pillow. His tongue whipped around her throbbing clit and she gripped the covers to help keep her body earthbound. “Oh, yes. Yes!” He pulled her closer and drank deeper. “Oh, shit, Jason. Don’t stop.” Bucking under his hold, she tensed and released time after time.

Only when he broke free of her did her pulse begin to slow down. “Wow.” She took a minute to let her breathing return to normal before quipping in a terrible British accent, “More, please, sir?” She waited, ready to hear him laugh and was surprised when he ignored her. Wiping his mouth, his jaw working, he rose to place his face over hers. “This has never happened before.” The strain in his voice was almost tangible.

“What? You never made a girl come before?” Was this his joke? “Somehow I find it very hard to believe. I came like multiple times. Multiple big times.”

“Gee, no humility wasted on you, huh? Then what?” She scanned his body, expecting to see something wrong. Had he lost his hard-on? But she found nothing. Well, nothing wrong, at least. Because there was definitely something majorly right between his legs. “Why’d you stop?” What did his tense expression mean?

“I meant… Argh, I can’t—oh, shit!—wait!”

Running his tongue over her collarbone, he spread her legs and plunged into her. The force of his thrust reverberated through his howl, driving her toward the headboard.

With his hands gripping the bed, he pumped faster, harder, sweat forming along his brow. A drop fell, landing on Syd’s chest, and it trickled down the slope of her breast, moving in jerks with each of his thrusts.

Gasping from the force pounding into her, she raised her eyes to him, wanting to see his release when it came. Amber eyes slanted, piercing in their unbridled passion, and fastened onto hers. Yet when she saw the teeth inching out of his mouth, her heart nearly slammed to an abrupt stop.

Fangs. Long, sharp, deadly fangs.

She hadn’t let herself fully believe he was a shifter. But now? Now she had to believe.

Would all the things her father had taught her come true? Was she about to die? Yet she knew in her mind what she’d always known in her heart. She had nothing to fear from Jason. He was the wolf she’d dreamed of. But did she really want to take that step into the wild unknown?

The room wavered around her. The full affect of the alcohol and pills worked to numb her from the bruises and pain of her fall. With every bit of need within her, she fought to experience every move, every smell, every taste of him inside her, every sensation of their lovemaking to the fullest.

Jason stiffened, readied for his release and turned his head to the side. His howl startled her and she gaped, fascinated.

“Wow.” Her breath rushed out of her at the same time she saw his climax tear through him, making every muscle in his body tighten and release. Hugging him, she held his body close, feeling wave after wave ripple through his torso. At last, he slumped against her, crushing her with his weight. Yet she didn’t care. She held on to him, luxuriating in the beat of his heart against hers, the warmth of his breath against her neck. Knowing she was where she belonged, in the arms of her man, she closed her eyes and her pulse slowed. Soon, the fuzziness of her mind started drifting her away.

“Syd?”

“Hmm?”

“We’re together now. Say it.”

The words she’d waited to hear from her dream man filtered through her drug-fogged brain and she smiled. Together. “Uh-huh.” Yet something in his tone made her open her eyes to search his.

Fear gripped her, tearing at her. His jaws lengthened, opening to show two rows of saliva-dripping teeth. But the fear was nothing compared to the pain as he sank his teeth into her shoulder.

She screamed, more from surprise than from pain, and struck out. Hitting him hard enough to force him off her, she rolled out of the bed and fell to the floor. She tried to scramble away, but he seized her ankle, keeping her captive.

“Let go of me!”

“Syd! What’s wrong?”

“You bit me!”