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moon marks into his ass with her nails to spur him faster.
    “Oh fuck, yes, harder,” Kelly gasped. “Think you’re stronger than me, wolf?”
    The now frigid wind wrapped around him, picking him up slightly and rocking him forward into her. He shouted then laughed.
    “I’ll show you power, witch.”
    She released him and brought her hands over her head. The nails were stained red. She pressed her palms against the earth and dug her fingers in, bracing herself. She sensed the power under her hands, the soil that got under her fingernails, rich with the nutrients of death. Death and life, disease and birth, it coursed through her fingers and through the cock slamming into her, igniting her from one end to the other until lightning splintered across the sky and thunder rolled through the ground. Kelly thought she was going to fly apart. David swallowed her cries, kissing her through her magic-drenched orgasm until his rhythm faltered, and he groaned out his own climax, hips snapping into hers hard enough to bruise her thighs where they pressed against the wings of his pelvis.
    Kelly’s whole body shook. The wind around them had died down with her climax, but now she was weak, trembling. She stared up at David in confusion and a touch of fear—although she did not yet know why—as he stood. She clutched at the earth as though it would protect her. He looked over her greedily. His smile was cruel.
    “Just imagine, it will be like that every time,” David said. “But better, because you’ll be able to handle it. Just you wait, Kelly.”
    As David changed into the dark wolf and sank his teeth into her calf, Kelly couldn’t do anything but scream.

Chapter One
    Kelly opened her eyes to the ceiling of her trailer. It used to be hers and David’s. Now it was just hers. It was cosy and a little worse for wear, but serviceable. Werewolves liked a lot of space, but outside the trailer, she had all the space she could ask for.
    The curtains fluttering above her spread to let the morning sun in through the partially opened window. Kelly relished the morning sun on her face as much as the moon at her back. She liked the camper because of the skylight in the bedroom, so that she could see the stars when she went to sleep. It was part of the reason she hadn’t left it behind when she’d fled from the pack after killing David.
    David had promised her the world, promised her thunder at her feet and her magic tightly reined by the strength of the wolf.
    Well, the wolf was strong, and she’d had more control over her magic after she’d changed. However, following the change the wolf had taken completely over, and Kelly had lost herself within it.
    It had taken months before David had been able to challenge the wolf long enough to make her submit to him. Once he’d become her alpha, she had finally emerged from her wolf skin, hair a wild tangle around her, body filthy and scratched but otherwise intact. David had taken her against a tree, and she had submitted again, because he had been alpha and she had been his bitch, which was what he’d wanted all along—a witch as powerful as she was under his command, snagged before she’d had a chance to figure out what she was and how to control it on her own.
    Kelly had quickly become a trophy for David to flaunt before his pack and all the others over which he’d lorded. She had tolerated it, because when she’d been alone with him, he hadn’t been so cocky. His body had been hers, and when they’d run through the woods, she had kept apace neck and neck instead of running behind. She’d stayed because the wolf really had helped her control her magic. She was indebted to David for that.
    She’d also stayed because covens didn’t like werewolves, and there hadn’t been anywhere else to go.
    She stretched her limbs now, feeling the ache of last night’s run. These days, she ran alone, but that didn’t make the running less sweet. She missed pack, but she was also relieved to