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his mind as his hand tightened on his dick. Stroking faster and faster from root to tip and back again, he felt his cock swell hot and heavy in his hand. He panted as he came close to the edge then squeezed the pulsing flesh to keep himself from coming. He wanted to enjoy this, not come right away.
    Sliding his other hand down, Micah gripped his sac, squeezing and rolling his balls, tugging at them even as he started stroking himself again. Tightening his grip, Micah stroked faster at his rock-hard rod. Tossing his head back and stiffening his legs, he brought his fantasy lover to mind. He wanted endless curves, long legs, nipples the size of quarters that tightened to hard little nubs as he sucked at them and the wettest pussy ever. Closing his eyes, he imagined fucking her, driving into her as hard as he could, feeling her nails scoring a path over his back. He could almost see her sucking his cock, taking him deep into her mouth and swallowing as he hit the back of her throat. That was the image that pushed him over the edge.
    His balls drew up tight against his body, his hand yanking at his dick and his whole body stiffened again, white ropes of cum spewing out of him. Micah stroked his cock as shivers raced across his shoulders and down his back. He felt totally drained and strangely energized at the same time. Still, he had to wonder why the image of bright blue eyes came into his mind at the very end.
    Shrugging that aside, Micah turned off the water, stepped out of the shower and dried off. He turned out the lights as he left the bathroom and strolled naked across the bedroom. Clean, warm and happy to be home, he laid a few split logs in the fireplace and got the fire going. When it blazed to his satisfaction, Micah set the screen across the fire and moved to his bed.
    Pulling the duvet back, he crawled into the custom-made bed. At six foot six he needed something that let him stretch out fully so he could sleep comfortably. Many cramped nights in small hotel beds while on surveillance made this a luxury he craved. Lying back, he studied the shadows on the ceiling.
    Just as he started to drift off, he thought he heard the buzzer from the front door. Debating on getting up and dragging on some jeans, he waited a few minutes but the bell on the desk never rang. Figuring he must be hearing things, he settled back down on the bed. If it was guests checking in, they’d have rung the bell. If it was Gareth, he’d obviously just forgotten something and would let himself back out. If it wasn’t either of those two things, he had to have been hearing things.
    He smiled in the darkness and rolled onto his side. As tired as he was, he couldn’t sleep now. Thoughts of the new shifter directly under him promised to make the next few weeks very interesting. His body reacted to her presence instinctively. Getting back out of the bed, Micah walked over to the sliding glass doors that led to his private balcony.
    A glance at the digital clock on his bedside table showed it to be nearly three in the morning. The snow still swirled around outside as the wind howled. He reached up over his head, grimacing at the pops from his back. Yes, maybe the time had come to leave the bounty hunting to the younger ones who didn’t have as much to lose.
I need to be here.
    Sliding the door open, Micah shivered at the cold, his toes curling. Stepping out farther onto the balcony, he looked around. Despite the cold, it was prime time for a run.
    Raising his arms again and tilting his face up to the sky, Micah willed the change to begin. His skin felt tight as his bones began to realign.
    Fur sprouted over his body. His ears and nose elongated. His hands curled under to form paws and his body shrank. Where a man had been now stood a large timber wolf. His gray, black and white coat blended easily with his surroundings when he was in the woods, but here it stuck out.
    With pure joy in his heart, he dove off the balcony with a low yip. Falling through