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worked, cutting down beneath where the bullet had lodged deep in his shoulder. Elijah was trying desperately not to thrash around with fair success, and not to scream with only partial success. The agony I was causing flooded out from him in waves, and I had to blink away the hot tears that fell onto his chest so they wouldn’t blur my vision.
    “I’m sorry,” I said tearfully as I edged the blade tip beneath the bullet. “I’m so sorry.”
    It took a few tries, but I finally got the bullet out of him. By then, the wound was flapped open wide and bleeding profusely. I clamped the damp rag down on it to staunch the flow.
    “Thank you,” he said, and while he definitely sounded weak and shaky, there was an overwhelming relief that I knew both of us felt.
    My limbs wobbled as I cleared everything away and left to clean up, returning to paw through the First Aid kit. The bleeding had stopped, thankfully, and I did a piss-poor, but well-intentioned job of bandaging up the damage.
    “There’s some aspirin in here,” I said, holding up a bottle of pills from the kit. “And I brought some beer. It might help a little.”
    He shook his head.
    I sighed. “I wish there was something else I could do to ease the pain.”
    “There is.” He paused, and my brow arched. “Let me make love to you.”
    I shot up off the air bed so fast that the First Aid kit toppled to the floor. “And we’re back to that again? You don’t even know my name.”
    “You’re a beautiful, compassionate woman who helped me even after learning what I am.”
    “That doesn’t mean I want to sleep with you.” The fact that he was so damn virile might, however.
    “I wasn’t lying when I said sex would help heal me. It’s an instinctive drive for my kind when we’re injured.”
    This was evident by the fact that his cock had revived and was throbbing against his waist. His sheer, masculine perfection, smeared and dirty as it was, resonated deep enough in my libido to make me want to act on his request, whether or not he was telling the truth. But a one-night stand with a werewolf?
    I cleared a suddenly hoarse throat. “So I’m supposed to believe that a man in no shape to move, let alone fuck, will miraculously rally if I let him stick his dick in me? Just how gullible do I look?”
    “You don’t look gullible. You look irresistible.”
    His cock jerked as if nodding in agreement. His eyes were glowing bright again, and they raked over me seductively. I realized I still only had one button closed on my shirt, and I clutched the edges together. My heart was pounding like crazy, and not because I felt threatened that he might force the issue. I was afraid that I might actually go along with this.
    Hi hand skimmed down over the taut, ridged muscles of his stomach to slide over his erection, and my heart nearly stopped. “Please, Shawna,” he murmured.
    I gasped. “How do you know my name? Can you read minds, too?”
    “It’s written on your bag.”
    I glanced at the tag on my duffel and felt ridiculous.
    Elijah pushed himself up with his good arm and scooted so he sat on the edge of the bed. “You will enjoy it. I promise.”
    I had little doubt of that. Just looking at his sculpted body was enough to make my cunt spasm with need.
    “You’re not going to eat me or turn me into a werewolf or anything, are you?” I asked, wondering if I was really about to fuck a total stranger who wasn’t even human.
    He reached for my hand, and I let myself be pulled closer, in between his knees. “You might feel tired afterward, but you won’t become a werewolf. As for eating you—most definitely. But only to make you scream with pleasure.”
    Those final words seized control of my body, sending tingles along my spine. Elijah used his good hand to release my lone button and part my shirt with reverence. My nipples tightened under his gaze. With a light, teasing touch, he ran his fingers over my stiff, throbbing nipples, pinching and tugging each