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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.”

 
    The Down & Dirty Trilogy
     
    Wild Card
Calling the Bluff
Ante Up
     

    Enjoy this excerpt from book two in the Down & Dirty trilogy, Calling the Bluff , featuring Hazel and Oliver.

    Oliver couldn’t deny the role he’d played in her frustration, even if it wasn’t his fault. “You’re going to hurt yourself,” he told her gruffly. “The fever’s nothing to play around with.”
    “ Play ?” Her voice rose. “You think I’m playing ? I went there to fuck him and I wanted to. But I can’t give in to the mating without giving in to the wolf, and she almost ripped him apart for touching me.”
    “Calm down.” The hair on the back of his neck rose, along with the animal inside him. The wolf stirred, awakened as much by the power rolling off her in waves as by the Siren call of her lust. He needed to get her to safety before the