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home, and that was more intimate somehow, meeting that gaze as he filled her.
    His hips pistoned forward and her pussy spasmed around him, clenching and pulling him deeper. She bucked to meet his thrusts, wanting all he had to give and more. Marcus drove into her body with the intensity she craved and it was everything Meg wanted it to be. A starburst, like the birth of a sun, built beneath her skin, frenetic and incinerating. She had to keep it at bay. Meg wasn’t ready for this to be over. She’d never felt anything like this and she didn’t know if she’d ever get to feel it again.
    She wrapped her legs around his waist in order to gain some control, but he grasped her hip and slid his forearm beneath her ass to arch her body for an even deeper penetration.
    Meg gasped at the sensation from the new angle and he moved more slowly, but his thrusts were deeper, harder, more measured. And all she could do was ride the cresting waves of ecstasy.
    She shuddered as her power exploded out of her with her orgasm, her inner fire erupting to envelop them both. Her nails were suddenly claws tearing into his back, but that blade of pain sent him over the edge. His body stiffened and a primal, guttural sound was torn from him as his human mouth closed around her throat in a possessive bite.
    She screamed then, not in pain but pleasure, as the starburst sensation erupted again when he spilled inside her.
    She clung to him, their bodies slicked and sapped just as she’d imagined. When she crashed back to the real world, Meg found herself curled into his side, her head on his broad chest and his arm around her, fingers twining idly in her hair.
    “Your hair smells like moonlight and lilacs,” he said finally.
    “Moonlight has a scent?”
    “For my kind.”
    “I rub lilac oil on the ends of my hair to keep it healthy.” She trailed her fingers over his chest, drawing nonsense designs on his skin with a fingertip. Then she berated herself for saying something so stupid. He didn’t care what she used on her hair. But she didn’t know what else to say.
    Megaera had enjoyed plenty of one-night stands and meaningless hookups. She didn’t know what to say because Marcus was something else, something different. A creature worthy of a Fury. But she didn’t know him, not yet. So there wasn’t really anything to say.
    “Tonight is still not a good idea,” he said, breaking the suddenly weighty silence.
    “Please tell me you don’t chain yourself up somewhere like some—”
    “Animal?” he finished for her, a golden brow arched and a smirk that was somehow sad curving his lips.
    “Animal,” she repeated, and slid across his body to straddle him. “You’re not, you know.” Meg studied the tattoo on his bicep. It was from an eighteenth-century German woodcut. It depicted a large bipedal werewolf holding a maiden in his jaws, an iron cross hanging around her neck, her head thrown back in either agony or ecstasy, Megaera couldn’t tell. She ghosted her hand over his ink. “That’s not what you are.”
    “Isn’t it? I bit you just now.” Marcus pushed a tendril of hair behind her ear then moved the silver-blond curtain over her shoulder to expose her throat.
    “And I wanted it. It made me come again. I marked you too, Marcus.”
    His smirk softened into a genuine smile. “With your sharp Fury claws.”
    “Oh, is the big bad wolf scared of little old me?” she teased, raking her nails over his chest.
    “Quaking with it, Fury.” His cock hardened and jutted against her pussy.
    She was ready for another round. Meg rolled her hips, urging him inside her again, but his phone had other ideas.
    The sharp trill of the ring was silenced almost immediately. He didn’t hesitate to answer and, judging from how fast he moved, hadn’t even considered letting it go to voicemail so he could finish their interlude.
    “Kage.” His free hand trailed lazy caresses down her spine, but paused as a shadow crossed his face. “Yeah,