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“Beautiful.” Dante’s hand moved from her breast and cupped her cheek.

She wanted to say something, at least thank him for the amazing orgasm, but the breath refused to find purchase in her lungs. Taking pity on her, he leaned down and kissed her sweetly. Murmuring in appreciation, she sifted her fingers through his hair and drew him closer. Their tongues played together nicely for a bit before growing bolder and more demanding. Within seconds, she was writhing against him again, desperately trying to devour him with kisses. Groaning, he broke away from her and flipped her onto her stomach. Her protests about being deprived access to that delicious body of his evaporated as he nudged her legs apart and entered her in one smooth glide. The quilt smothered her ecstatic cry. Bracing himself with a hand on either side of her shoulders, he rocked inside of her, pumping in deep, hard thrusts.

She’d never felt so ravaged. So…taken.

Sweet mother of whiskers, it was freaking incredible.

Without warning, Dante settled back on his haunches, dragging her up with him. His rhythm unfaltering, he arranged her until she was straddling him comfortably. Turning her head, she met his lips in a hungry kiss. His cock thickened inside her, stretching her to the limits like it had this afternoon when they’d made love in his truck. Just like then, the additional fullness increased the pressure on her G-spot, triggering a lush wave of pleasure throughout her body. She rotated her hips and gasped at the decadent friction the movement created.

It must have produced a similar affect on Dante because he growled and splayed his hand on her breast, cupping it in a way that was both arousing and possessive. His lips left hers and traveled across her cheek before sucking on her earlobe. Shifting slightly, she caught their reflection in the dresser mirror across from the bed. Dante’s gaze was already riveted on them.

That’s why the sneaky bastard changed our position, so he could enjoy the view.

Not that she was complaining. It was deliciously naughty getting to watch their lovemaking in Technicolor detail. The contrast of her fair skin next to Dante’s tanned ruggedness only made her feel ripe with femininity. No doubt this moment was what fueled plenty of women’s fantasies of being ravished by the Big Bad Wolf. Normally she’d balk at the very idea, but her body seemed determined to scream more, more, more.

Dante’s eyes glowed with a feral, carnal gleam as he snatched the cat toy and draped it over her shoulder, positioning it so that the bundle of feathers tickled her clit with his every thrust. She trembled, straining for that blissful orgasm hovering on the nearby horizon.

Close. So unbelievably—

Dante’s teeth sank into the tender flesh just behind her ear. Jagged-edged ecstasy shot right to her core, throbbing through her clit and radiating outward in unending spasms. She screamed until her throat was left a raw mess.

Several minutes later, she came to. If not for the fact she was now lying curled on her side on the bed, she might not have even realized she’d passed out. Dante’s big body cuddled her from behind, adding to the heat cocooning her like a comfortable blanket. His lips nuzzled the spot on her neck where he’d marked her, soothing the tiny sting that was already beginning to fade.

As she began to drift off to sleep again, she was struck by the enormity of what had just happened.

She’d allowed a werewolf to claim and mate her. Furthermore, she’d enjoyed it. A lot. Even the tender aftercare Dante was providing was wonderful and perfect. Which only unsettled her more. Because if she wasn’t careful, she might actually believe this was the real thing.

Chapter Twelve

Shuffling after Dante as he carried her bags to the front door of her cabin, Lilly resisted the temptation to bite her fingernails to the quick. “Is it really necessary we break the news to Kinsey now?”

Dante offered her a wry look over his shoulder. “When would you rather do it? Five years after we’re married?”

“More or less.”

“Darlin’, you survived the Morgan inquisition. Shouldn’t this be a cakewalk in comparison?”

“Obviously you don’t know my sister.”

Dante’s unhelpful response was a brief peck on her cheek. Ignoring her scowl, he turned and carried her luggage to his waiting truck. Grumbling, she fished her keys from her coat pocket and locked up the cabin before joining him. Since Shane was watching Chevy for the weekend, it would only be her and Dante making the trip downstate. While the big dog did have a tendency to intimidate her, she almost wished Chevy would be tagging along. Then at least she’d have something to distract her from Dante.

Or more to the point—the primitive claiming they’d initiated yesterday.

They hadn’t spoken about what happened. She didn’t know if Dante’s silence on the subject was out of awkwardness, or if he simply hadn’t been as affected by it as her. It probably made her a huge chickenshit that she didn’t want to be the one to broach the topic, but her pride likely wouldn’t survive finding out the act of mating her had been no more eventful to him than trimming his goatee.

Shoving her pathetic musings to the back of her mind, she let Dante help her into the passenger seat. She fastened her seat belt and sent him a narrow look. “Just so we’re clear, I’m only letting you drive because it’s more economical than taking two vehicles. Plus I don’t need your dog food samples stinking up my car.”

Rather than take her bait, Dante only smiled serenely. “Pussycat, you made that clear the first dozen times you pointed it out.”

“I wanted to make sure you were listening.” Her feminist card was getting worn thin thanks to the past couple of days. Abdicating her place behind the wheel wasn’t exactly helping matters.

Dante crossed to his side, and after buckling up, pulled out of the drive. The first fat flakes of the feared snowstorm were already beginning to fall. He set the wiper blades to intermittent and headed toward the county road that eventually led to the freeway. “You ever plannin’ to tell me why it’s so hard to let me do things for you?”

“I told you why.”

“No, you only said you didn’t like relying on others. There’s a big section missing beyond that.”

“It’s not important.”

He flicked a glance in her direction. “Yeah, you said that before too.”

“And I still mean it.”

“Lilly, we’re mates now. It’s okay to share this stuff with me.”

Finally he’d brought up the damn mate thing. Too bad it had to be during a conversation she’d rather not indulge in. She decided to make the most of the situation and use it to her advantage. “Speaking of that whole mate thing, don’t you think we should talk about it?”

Dante removed his attention from the road long enough to shoot her a blank look. “About what?”

She tossed up her arms. “Were you not listening to the beginning of my sentence?”

“Wait. You mean us being mates now?” He relaxed his grip on the steering wheel and returned to gazing out the windshield. “Didn’t realize there was anything to talk about.”

“God, you’re such a man.”

Snorting, he shifted his broad shoulders against the seat. “Yeah, guess that’s why I’ve got a dick.”

“You know what I mean. It’s always like a guy to have sex, fall asleep immediately afterwards and then not want to discuss any of it.”