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trembled at her touch.
    Squeezing him, she continued to talk, her voice a low, husky murmur. “We are going back to my room, where I am going to ride you, my geeky wolf, and wring you dry.”
    Simon couldn’t reply, not with his tongue stuck and his mind a befuddled mess. He didn’t protest or drag his feet when she took him by the hand and led him to a bank of elevators. What little intelligence—and sanity—he retained fled at her erotic touch and words. Besides, only an idiot would say no to her, and he’d scored high on his Mensa test.
    They weren’t the only ones in the elevator, but that didn’t stop her from devouring him hungrily with her eyes, her lust evident despite their difference in stature both socially and physically.
    A part of him knew he should protest. How dare she treat him no better than a toy? A sex toy she wanted to ride to climax. The novelty of it, and yes, the flattery, kept him from saying a thing. It wasn’t every day a man got an offer to bed a goddess.
    For once, he wouldn’t dissect the situation, he’d just enjoy, and when the chance arose, he’d disappear before she could kill him—if that didn’t happen during the act—making sure afterward to keep his distance from the convention until he returned home with his pack.
    With the memories of what promises to be the sexual experience of a lifetime. Because despite what his wolf clamored and what his body seemed to think, there wouldn’t be a repeat performance. A woman like her might use me for a night, but she’d never stoop to mating with me for a lifetime.
     

Chapter Two
    Deena didn’t understand her urgent need for the geek by her side. He didn’t have the height or muscles she usually preferred in her bed partners. Half the time he appeared terrified of her, but she could tell, as they made her way to her room, that he wanted her, possibly just as badly as she wanted him.
    If she didn’t know better, she’d think she caught the mating fever. Utterly ridiculous of course. Fate wouldn’t pair her with a puny male who could probably barely hold his own against a human. Despite the logic of her mental argument, she couldn’t deny though that she wanted to mark his pale flesh. To leave a ring of dentition that would warn all other females away from her male.
    She almost shook her head at the possessive train of her thoughts. It occurred to her for a brief instant that perhaps taking him to her rooms wasn’t the wisest choice. But she couldn’t deny her hunger for him, the need of her body to touch his. Perhaps lust assuaged, this strange urge to claim him would disappear. After all, the last time she’d indulged in some hot, sweaty sex numbered in months not days. A woman, even one tough as her, still had needs.
    Arriving at her suite, she shoved him through the door when he would have hesitated. She closed the portal and locked it before turning to face him. As she stalked toward him, pulling off her shirt to reveal her breasts, clad in a black lace bra, he backed away. However, she didn’t sense fear from him. Actually, if his expression were any indication, awe interspersed with desire filled him. It strangely warmed her.
    But it didn’t lessen her impatience. “Get undressed,” she growled.
    “But—”
    “Now!” she barked. “Or I’ll tear your clothes from you.” And she would too. Desire pulsed in every inch of her body, but most especially between her legs, the dampness of her arousal soaking her underwear.
    Simon’s lips tightened and anger flashed in his eyes at her presumptuous command, but his hands went to the buttons of his shirt and he quickly undid them before pulling it off. The chest he revealed had none of the slabs of muscle she’d come to expect from her men, however, she found it pleasing nonetheless. Slim of build, he had lightly defined pecs and abs, with an interesting V of hair disappearing into his pants. Holding his gaze, her hands went to the clasp of her jeans, and she quickly