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mouth.
    The golden retriever picked up the pace—surging ahead on the
trail—no doubt looking forward to a cool drink and some tummy rubs before they
continued. When Gwen caught up with the dogs, both had stopped at the edge of
the clearing. The fur along their spines was on end, their heads were lowered
and their ears were flattened against their broad heads. But it was the low,
rumbling growl from the dogs’ chests that caused Gwen’s blood to run cold.

Chapter Two
     
    Alex McKenzie ran a broad hand through his wavy auburn hair,
took a deep breath then summoned up his best charming-television-star smile.
“Miss…Brittany is it? I absolutely have to be in Minneapolis this afternoon.”
    The ticketing agent glanced up from the computer screen with
an airline-issued grin, met his stare, then froze. Her mouth hung open, but it
seemed that her scripted response just couldn’t escape.
    Gotcha, Alex thought.
    Her coffee-colored skin darkened slightly as the flush crept
up her throat and across her pretty face. He could smell the flood of juices
from between her legs and, just below that scent, beeswax. Somebody just got
a Brazilian. The thought of running his long tongue over that smooth cunt
caused Alex’s cock to jerk.
    The moon would be three-quarters tonight and his constantly raging
libido had ratcheted up a notch. It was Alex’s policy to spend this dangerous
time safely back in Talbot, but there were exceptions to every rule. God,
she smells amazing. During this point in the lunar cycle, his brain seemed
to relocate between his legs.
    A year ago he might have risked it. But a year ago he hadn’t
met Gwen Chaney. She was not only the pack’s legacy consort, he’d claimed her
as his mate. Alex was almost certain that she was one, but at moments like
this, the wolf inside him tested his resolve.
    In an instant, Alex conjured up Gwen’s image. He let the
memory of her sweet, tight pussy, her soft, plump thighs and breasts wash over
him. The sexual connection the two shared was unbearably strong, but it was
everything else— it was she —who kept him faithful. She had an almost
mystical quality that captivated the human part of him and stirred the animal
that lurked within.
    Gwen.
    Alex leaned across the laminate counter and concentrated on
pushing the pheromones from his pores. Brittany inhaled, closed her eyes for a
moment, then breathed out an audible sigh. Coconut and curry.
    “Do you like Thai food?” he asked, as if the thought had just
occurred to him.
    Brittany’s black-brown eyes widened. “It’s my absolute
favorite! I actually had leftovers for breakfast.”
    He glanced briefly at the ceiling, then locked the woman’s
gaze—knowing that he looked for all the world as if he’d stumbled upon a
monumental idea. “Mine too! Listen, I get back to L.A. every month or so. I
know a great little place on the strip with the most mind-blowing coconut-curry
chicken. I don’t suppose…”
    “I’d love to, Mister—I mean Doctor McKenzie.
I’m a big fan of the show, by the way.”
    Alex winked. “Please, call me Alex.”
    A fresh gush of pussy juices perfumed the air. Alex passed
his itinerary over the counter. “Maybe you could jot down your number?”
    He could hear the stutter in her breath as she scribbled on
the printout. “Now, Brittany, about that flight?”
    Brittany tore her gaze from his, and tapped on her keyboard.
“I’m so sorry, Doctor…Alex. This is the only nonstop to MSP until this evening
and we’ve got an equipment issue.”
    Alex cocked his head and frowned. “Isn’t there anything you
can do? I really have to get to Minneapolis before noon Central Time.”
    The agent glanced back at her screen, typed for a moment and
then bit her lip. “There was one flight into O’Hare, with a connector to
Minneapolis, but I’m afraid they’ve already boarded. They’re set to take off in
seven minutes and that gate is clear on the other side…”
    Reaching across the counter, Alex