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might be her
last.

    When her tongue traced his
lips, his murmured his approval into her mouth and drew back. She
licked them again, memorising the soft fullness. A new hunger awoke
in her, a desire to change the tempo of this erotic dance. She
wanted to explore every inch of him. She wanted to breathe in the
sensual warm masculine scent of his skin.

    She wanted to feel the
changing landscape of his body beneath her lips and tongue,
charting the places where his skin was soft and sensitive. Her body
hummed at the thought of such a long adventure across his, at the
thought of worshipping him as he deserved to be, this epitome of
male beauty and strength.

    She ached to serve this
god.

    She longed to be served by
him.

    Her whole body sung in
response when he claimed her mouth again, thrusting his tongue
between her lips in a show of unrestrained dominance. She cried out
for more, lost in the waves of pleasure rocking through her.
Thoughts of quiet hours spent touching and caressing were torn from
her by the feel of his palm moulded around her breast and his hard
length against her hip. She jacked off the bed again and rubbed his
erection with her thigh, urging him into taking her.

    Amon thumbed her pert
nipple before rolling it between his fingers, sending sparks
shooting out from its centre that stole her breath along with his
kiss and sent her mind spinning. He swallowed her moans and thrust
against her hip.

    Dazed with lust and the
heat of desire, she wriggled beneath him, desperate to get him
between her legs where he belonged. The burning inside her was too
much. She begged him to quench it.

    He growled into her mouth
and moved between her legs, parting them roughly with his knees.
His hand left her breast and in one gasping thrust, he was inside
her. Eyes wide, she stared up at him as he held her captive,
filling her over and over with his hard length.

    It was bliss.

    Kat relaxed beneath him,
compliant under his commanding roughness. She looked up at him
through hooded eyes. His face mirrored her own, a picture of
ecstasy and hunger. A smile tugged at the corners of her lips. This
was how it should be. She was made to love him. He was hers
alone.

    Amon’s hand tightened
around her wrists as he rocked against her, his eyes narrowing with
a frown of concentration. The spark of pain his grip sent through
her settled in her chest. She moaned and pressed her body into his,
until they were one flesh, moving together in a mindless frenzy and
rush to come undone.

    Their hot, sweat-dampened
skin stuck to each other, hindering their movements but not slowing
either of them. She clamped her muscles around his shaft, quivering
on the brink and desperate to fall into ecstasy with
him.

    Her eyes locked with his
and widened. Their now-golden depths betrayed the start of his
change into a werewolf and provoked a powerful response.

    Something loomed inside
her, dark and menacing. Panic replaced desire. Her whole body
stiffened as her beast rose to meet his, pushing her to change. She
thrashed against him, desperate to escape him and her own wolf
side. He growled. She froze, mesmerised by the sight of his
glistening white canines. His mouth opened in a howl. Her own howl
surged through her. Her teeth grew. Her body tensed around
his.

    Her beast took
control.

    Kat shot up in bed,
trembling and breathing so fast that her lungs burned. She gathered
the blanket to her body and brought her knees up to her chest,
hugging herself. Cool air chilled the sweat on her back. Shivering,
she stared into the darkness of her bedroom.

    The beast stirred inside
her. She pressed her hand to her chest and took deep breaths to
calm it. It was only a dream. There was no need for it to start
thinking that she was going to change and take it for a
walk.

    A few minutes later, it
had quietened again and she no longer felt it. She slipped from the
bed, knowing that she couldn’t sleep now, not with the dream
thundering around her skull.

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