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breathless. She wasn’t actually looking forward to this, was she? “I get my turn later.”
    “I’m counting on it.”
    Oh, damn.
    She titled her head, arching her neck even as she closed
    her eyes. She wouldn’t look at the others as he did this. She would just close her eyes and pretend that—
    That I’m not giving my life to a werewolf.
    His lips touched her skin first. She’d expected the bite. The sharp sting of teeth. Werewolves were supposed to be wild.
    No better than animals. That’s what the Council said, that’s what—
    His tongue licked her skin, and Morgan lost her breath. Her breasts tightened even as her body tensed.
    She didn’t open her eyes. Don’t want to see them.
    He sucked her skin, licked her, but didn’t bite, not yet. His arms surrounded her, his body sheltered her, and he made her wait.
    Worse, the bastard made her want.
    Because her skin was too sensitive, his lips too wickedly skilled, and if a vampire had a sweet spot—okay, yes, they all did—it was the neck. Just a few licks there, and she was choking back a moan.
    Then she felt the edge of his teeth on her skin.
    “Do it,” she told him, desperate.
    “You accept me?”
    Morgan nodded.
    “Say it, Morgan, I need the words. You have to say—”
    “I accept you!”
    His teeth sank into her. Not her neck, but the curve of her shoulder. The pain was whitehot, pulsing. Then pleasure whipped through her. A wave of pleasure so intense that she cried out and opened her eyes.
    And saw a giant, white wolf leaping right at her.
    Barely a bride, and already, the groom’s family was gunning for her. Jace lifted his head at her cry and he roared, “Mike!” even as he shoved her back. Then her husband jumped into the air. His bones crunched, popped, and fur broke over his skin. The man vanished, and a giant black wolf attacked in mid-air. Morgan touched her shoulder and felt the wet warmth of her blood. The skin ached, but she knew the flesh was already healing.
    Vamp healing power.
    The two wolves were a twisting, snarling mass. Claws flew, razor-sharp teeth snapped. Blood matted their fur, and their growls filled the air.
    She lunged forward, but a hard hand wrapped around her arm.
    “Easy, there, cher. ” The man’s voice rolled with a Cajun accent she’d once heard during Mardi Gras in New Orleans. “Don’t go gettin’ between wolves. If Mike wants a challenge, then Jace will give him one…”
    As she watched, the other wolves circled and howled. Jace tore into the white wolf. More blood. Her nose twitched at the smell.
    Didn’t they know better than to fill a room with blood when a vampire was around?
    Her teeth began to burn as they stretched in her mouth. What would it be like? To have that fresh, wolf blood? Would it truly be as powerful as the Council said?
    Jace went for the white wolf’s throat. His powerful jaws caught the flesh, caught, held…
    Mike sagged beneath him, the fight gone. Surrender.
    Submission.
    Jace tossed his head back. His howl filled the bar.
    Then the black wolf turned and stared at her. His teeth were bloody. His eyes wild. What have I done?
    The Council was wrong. There was no way she’d ever be able to control him. The wolves were running around now, some human, some animal, and it was chaos. Jace transformed as he approached. Fur melted. Bones shifted. By the time he reached for her, he was a man.
    Even if his stare was still the wild gaze of the wolf. He came to her, caught her hand, and said, “Mine.”
    She knew that it was too late to run.
    ***
    Mike raced away from the bar even as Jace’s howl filled his ears. Bastard. He’d hated that asshole for years and now Jace was pairing up with a vampire?
    Another reason to hate the SOB.
    Mike had shifted, transforming in order to heal. Jace had sliced him too deep. Even now, the blood spilled down his neck.
    “So sweet…”
    The whisper had Mike slowing. His gaze swept the dark shadows. A row of broken buildings waited on the left.