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saved me.”
     
    “Not just me,” he murmured softly, his fingers brushing against my face. “The rest of the pack chipped in, too. Turns out that Rionn and Rosco have taken a serious liking to you, too.”
     
    “Too?” I started to blush.
     
    “Well…it shouldn’t be a surprise that I find you incredibly beautiful. You’re the sexiest young woman I’ve seen, and I’m happy to let you stay as long as you need to, while you get things sorted out with your truck.”
     
    Oh, right, I thought to myself. Nearly forgot, in all the excitement.
     
    “Oh, don’t worry about that,” he continued, clearly seeing my crestfallen face. “You just stay here and we’ll take care of everything for you. The mechanic in town owes me a favor, anyway.”
     
    “Does he?”
     
    “Yeah, it’s the least he can do for trying to murder you tonight, the poor sod,” Randall chuckled. “But you just get your rest. It’s been a crazy night for you.”
     
    “Randall, did you…say I was beautiful, a moment ago?” I asked softly, moving my hand aside. I could see that he had found some jeans to put back on – a shame, that, I thought to myself as my eyes traced the shape of his impressive shoulders and just about every visible inch of skin attached to them. I also happened to spot the other two shifters behind him, lounging in the kitchen but watching carefully.
     
    He searched my eyes for a moment. “Yes,” he answered. “ Incredibly beautiful.”
     
    “You saved my life.”
     
    “It was nothing.”
     
    “It was not nothing. You saved me from that thing when it came for me earlier…and you saved it again when it came back.”
     
    “The least I could do.”
     
    I pulled myself up from the couch and, before I knew what I was doing, I planted my lips against his. The touch of his kiss sent sparks down my body, and I felt a jolt of electricity surge down my spine as he kissed back, his passion still clearly restrained.
     
    “You’re not feeling well, you took quite a blow to the head there,” he murmured as he reluctantly pulled back, but I wouldn’t let him get far.
     
    “I know what I’m doing.”
     
    “You’re sure?”
     
    “Shut up and kiss me,” I whispered, climbing up from the couch.
    ~
     
    Randall drew me into his embrace, the lightest hint of his musk filling my nostrils. I felt a spark flutter down my spine as his lips graced mine, before finally committing to the motion, forcefully and passionately tasting me. There was another big kiss, then another…and his tongue now, flickering against my own, drawing deep, heaving breaths from the bottom of my chest. The fingers of my left hand slid up one of his powerful arms, tracing his muscles as it crept up towards his shoulders. My wrists wrapped around the back of his neck, resting in the crook between his shoulder blades as his lips against mine craved for more, demanded more, settling for nothing less than my all.
     
    I found myself giving it to him, meeting the demands of his lust by plucking at his belt as his strong arms held me close. Eagerness drove my fingers as I pulled the buckle loose, unzipping his jeans to relinquish his weapon. He kept my lips on his, driving me wild with the heat of his mouth, his tongue sliding passionately against my own. But it wasn’t long before I was less concerned about the heat against my lips and more about the heat sliding into my hand , as his weapon was unsheathed from his jeans. It felt larger, thicker even, than any cock I had handled before. To be honest, a small schism of intermixed doubt and terror slid across my mind, and I knew I had to see it for myself.
     
    Pulling my face free from his, I dropped to my knees and began to worship his erect spear. Able to properly inspect it now, I realized that it was just as intimidating in sight as it had been in touch – even more so, in particular. My fingers began to deftly stroke it as I studied the prominent vein that ran down the shaft, feeling