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curls were plastered to her forehead.
She made a cavalier attempt to blow the hair out of her eyes flirtatiously and
failed. He chuckled and with a tenderness that shocked her, brushed the hair
from her face with his hand before leaning down to place a soft kiss on her
lips.
    Moaning, she opened her mouth and sucked his tongue inside,
kissing him hard. He grunted and acquiesced, stroking her tongue with his own.
She wanted him inside her in all ways possible—his cock, his tongue, his
emotions. She met his eyes with hers and dared him to break contact. The air
was heavy with sweat and for a moment Noire could hear everything—her gasping
breath as they kissed, the syncopated thumpa-thump of his heartbeat, the
whirring of the hotel furnace, the distant late-night street traffic fourteen
stories below. She blinked first. He grinned.
    He thrust into her again and again, moving agonizingly
slowly. She clenched at his cock from inside and watched his eyes, staring at
the black pools of his pupils surrounded by clouds before a storm. That’s what
his eyes were: tempestuous. Stormy. She knew she was affecting him, but nothing
changed in his pace, only his eyes. Stormy, with a kind of sunshine—she could
swear his eyes were laughing at her. He knew he was in charge now.
    She raked her nails from his ass up his back, knowing he’d heal
by morning—shifters always healed quickly. He was gentler with her, catching her
mouth again in a kiss as he thrust into her one last time, moaning into her mouth
as he came.
    When he pulled out of her, she was still hungry for more. He
laid a trail of kisses down her neck, across her breasts, stomach and farther down.
When he thrust his tongue deep inside her cunt, it felt warmer even than his cock,
and she came right then. He sucked hard between her legs, lapping up every last
drop of her pleasure. When her moans subsided, he kissed her once, then cradled
her against him.
    As she drifted off to sleep, Noire began to dream of large men,
howling wolves and her sister’s wide eyes. She thought about the promise she’d made
to Cam, and then made a new one to herself: If it comes down to my life or catching
Fawn’s murderer, I know which one I’m going to pick. I won’t let you down this time,
Fawn. Not this time.

Chapter Six
     
    They left early the next morning, heading north in Cam’s jeep
rental. A call to Detective Wahid, the woman Noire had met on Ward’s Island, brought
news—Steve Page had purchased a sizeable amount of camping supplies the day before,
including a new set of hunting knives, fire-starters, water bladders and protein
bars. Clearly, he was planning on a long, potentially hard, journey. This gave credence
to Noire’s theory that Page was returning to Algonquin Park and his potential den
to hibernate for the winter.
    They drove north, through the skyscrapers of Toronto, continuing
past suburbia, farmlands, and then finally at Burleigh Falls the great limestone
rocks of the Canadian Shield rose up on either side of Highway 28. Here, the highway
had been cut into the stone. Unlike in the city, where the occasional lone tree
seemed like an intruder between buildings, now their car was the one that didn’t
belong. They were nearly three hours into their journey, almost halfway to the park.
Rocks and pines towered over them, and for the first time since last night’s orgasm,
Noire began to relax.
    She saw a similar awareness come into Cam’s posture, and she
wondered what it was like in his mind. Did he think of himself as a wolf trapped
in a car, yearning to run over the rocky terrain? How did it feel? Noire had always
been a little jealous of Fawn’s shifting abilities, though she never could have
seen herself as a deer. Too skittish, too passive, too…gentle. Perhaps Noire was
more of a wolf.
    At one point, to pass the time, they turned on the radio and
sang along to the Tragically Hip. Later, they shared stories. As he drove, Cam told
her of growing up as a young pup