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    “When this…is…over,” she panted between instinctive cries, “I…am…going to…make…you…pay!” He chuckled against her ear and worried the lobe between sharp, white teeth. “I’ll look forward to that.”
    “Just…remember.”
    His tongue teased the hollow behind her ear and felt her reaction in the trembling ripples around his cock. “By the time this is over,” he said softly, “you won’t have the energy to curse my name.” That was her only warning.
    Rearing back, he dragged their joined hands down to the bed beside her hips and braced them there as he launched himself into a breathless, frantic rhythm. He pounded against her cunt, cock slicing deep in time with their racing heartbeats. The tension had taken over, lust guided his movements and all it wanted was moremoremore, fasterfasterfaster. He threw his hips against her, vaguely hearing the slap of his hips against her ass over the roaring in his ears. He felt his muscles coil tighter and tighter, felt her cunt close hotter and hotter around him. She cried out, something desperate and incoherent and he answered her Page 37

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    with a powerful thrust that reached the mouth of her womb and sent them both spinning into the dark sunburst of climax.
    She trembled beneath him and he poured himself into her. When they were done, his muscles melted into hers, and they collapsed to the bed as one body, one breath, one soul. Heartmates.

Chapter Eight
    Corinne woke to the feel of clever teeth nibbling at her spine and silky dark hair tickling her skin. She frowned. “That was a damned sneaky way to avoid being thrown out of somebody’s apartment.” Her voice sounded raspy with sleep, what little of it she’d gotten, and her muscles felt soft and pleasantly achy.
    “Mm, maybe,” he said from somewhere around the bottoms of her shoulder blades, “but it was effective.”
    She snorted. “Yeah, and you saved on your hotel bill.” She could feel his mouth curve against her skin. “Last time I checked, Graham didn’t plan to charge me for the room. But you never know. He’s damned capitalistic for a werewolf.” Surprise had her craning her head to look at him. “You’re staying at Vircolac?”
    “Uh-huh.” His tongue traced a pattern between two vertebrae and his hands slid up and around to close over her breasts. “I usually do when I visit. It’s convenient. And his cook is damned talented.” She rolled her eyes and turned her head to stare across the room at the closet door. “I can’t believe Missy didn’t warn me about you,” she muttered.
    “Graham’s mate? I haven’t met her yet.” He slid back up the bed and curved his body around hers, like spoons in a drawer. His hands squeezed her breasts affectionately, and his lips brushed lightly over the top of her head. “But I heard a lot about her. He’s smitten.”
    “He’d better be, after everything she went through for him.” She flipped onto her back and leveled a meaningful glance at Luc. “Fair warning, the minute you tell me about some weird Fae sexual tradition involving being hunted down like a stray dog, or fucking in front of a live studio audience or something, I’m outta here.”
    He raised an eyebrow. “So then I imagine you don’t want to hear about the four purified virgins, the consecrated gourds and the chocolate pudding, huh?” She felt her eyes widen for a second before he broke down and laughed. “Don’t worry. No mate hunts for the Fae. Although we do really like chocolate pudding…”
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    She punched him. “And I like butcher knives, so watch it, beagle.” He grinned unrepentantly. “I couldn’t resist. You have some of the most ridiculous notions about Others.
    And you’re so cute to tease.”
    “Remember how cute I am when I’m amputating body parts.” She mumbled the