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know.” He smoothed his
hand down her back and rubbed his thumb over the curve of her ass
before drawing back. He could hear her heart pounding as he
hovered, teasing her with his cock barely inside her. “Say it
again.”
    “ Need you.” The silk
strained as she fidgeted and stretched, trying to take him deeper.
“Jack, please --”
    He gripped her hips and
surged forward, and the wolf howled satisfaction inside him. She
was his, finally his, and by the time he let her out of this bed their scents
would be so entwined no one would ever question it
again.
    Ginny shrieked, and the silk binding her
ripped a little. “Fuck!”
    He panted for breath as he thrust again.
“That’s the idea, honey.”
    She tossed her head and moved as much as she
could, rocking her hips back in a desperate grind. “I told you --
one of my fantasies.” Her voice broke when he drove into her again.
“Tell me one of yours.”
    Maybe he should have found one of his
dirtiest fantasies. One of the wicked ones he dreamt about at
night, or the illicit thoughts he had when he jerked off in his bed
alone.
    Instead he leaned over her again, pressing
his chest to her back as he settled into a grinding rock he knew
would push her over the edge. “Just like this, but I’m your
husband.”
    He couldn’t tell at first whether her sharp,
indrawn breath was due to shock or pleasure. Then she tensed and
convulsed around him with a low wail. “Yes,” she rasped. “Yes, God,
I love you…”
    Any hope of control dissolved at the words.
Pleasure rushed through him as he sank into her again and again,
fucking her through the first orgasm and into the second before he
gave himself permission to let go.
    He bit the back of her shoulder as he came,
muffling the tortured groan as he found release in the hot depths
of her body. She was still writhing beneath him, whimpering and
rocking into his slowing thrusts, when he lifted his head and found
her ear with his lips. “I love you, Virginia Howard.”
    She’d torn free of the ruined nightgown, and
she raised a shaking hand to his face. “Ginny Owens.” Her lips met
his in a tender kiss. “I like the sound of it.”
    Exhausted, he collapsed to his side and
dragged her tight to his body. “As long as I can move in with you,
baby. My place isn’t exactly ranch material.”
    She grinned against his shoulder and warned,
“I’ll have you doing chores before sunup.”
    Better chores with the woman he loved than
one more lonely night in front of his fireplace. “I’ll hold you to
it.”
    Ginny kissed him again as she wrapped her
arms around his neck. “I’m sorry you had to wait for me. I was…
scared of disappointing you.” She smiled ruefully. “Still am, I
suppose.”
    “ Impossible.” And it was
true. Just her presence, her scent and the comforting press of her
power, mingling with his, soothed him so much it was hard to keep
his eyes open. “As long as you love me, it’s more than
enough.”
    “ That,” she murmured
against his temple, “is a sure bet, honey.”
    Lulled by the warmth of her body, he was
almost asleep when one last thought occurred to him. “Wait, I lied.
You do have one job from now on.”
    “ Typical. What is
it?”
    “ Starting tomorrow, all of
the hormonal young female wolves in the pack are having their
awkward sex talks with you .”
    She laughed sleepily. “Deal.”
     

Calling the
Bluff
     
    Hazel Young is a rare commodity in town: a
young, single female whose first mating is nearly upon her, and
she’s spent the last two years fending off suitors. After all,
there's nothing flattering about being wanted for the heat in her
blood instead of for herself...especially when she gave her heart
away to Oliver Russell years ago. But Oliver seems to feel nothing
for her but fond kindness, and the time has come to choose a mate
before the wolf makes the choice for her.
    When Oliver happens across Hazel being
pressured by a local who wants to be her first, it