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"You work out," she said, and traced her hands over him.
"Nope," he answered. "You are so beautiful," he told her.
"I work out. Well, I lift a lot of bags of animal feed."
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Then they kissed for a long time, bodies and mouths melded together for a long, arousing time.
When Harry got up to shed his trousers and underwear, she leaned up on an elbow to watch him strip. It
felt deliciously decadent, really, watching a big, gorgeous man taking off his clothes for her.
He turned around, and she had the pleasure of studying his bare backside while he searched through his
dropped clothing.
"Ah," he said. When he came back, he was holding a condom packet.
Marj moved beside him and stroked his erection, loving the weight and heat filling her hand, wanting that
same feeling inside of her.
Within moments, Harry leaned her back on the bed. He caressed the insides of her thighs, and higher.
His fingers danced and teased over her inner folds and clitoris. When she moaned and arched her hips
upward, his mouth came down on her. His tongue drew more than moans from her; an orgasm pulsed
through her almost instantly. She cried out, and her fingers stroked through his hair.
He moved up her body, sliding skin on skin, then he came inside her. His hardness filled her, the fit
completely perfect. They moved together slowly at first, setting up a gentle rhythm, savoring each other,
letting the pleasure rise and build.
It wasn't long, though, before his strokes became deeper, faster, and she rose to meet them with a
hard-driving need of her own.
The passion building to overwhelm her was more than just physical. He was inside her, their bodies
joined, but there was another joining, something wonderful between them that went far beyond physical
release. They were
Mated.
She felt it as well as thought it, and the word and the feeling belonged to both of them. This was a
passion that was deeper, richer.
Roaring, rushing sensation overtook her, an explosion so wonderfully intense that she was consumed in
long, lingering brightness that faded slowly back into the real world.
"Whoa," was the most coherent thing she could manage after she finally came back into herself.
"Ditto." Harry was a hot, heavy weight on top of her, and his lips were near her ear. He nibbled on her
earlobe, sending little lightning flickers of renewed desire from her head to her toes.
"You're good," she said.
He gave a satisfied sigh. "I know."
What might have seemed arrogant and irritating to her before just made her laugh now, a low, breathy,
downright dirty laugh.
He kissed her throat just beneath her ear, then moved slowly down her neck, her cheek, her eyelid, her
jaw, her shoulder. Each quick, tender touch sent pleasure through her. His hand found her breasts, and
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her nipples were instantly hard and sensitive against his palm. His lips soon replaced his hand on her
breast, and his hand moved down between her legs.
She'd thought herself completely satisfied, sated, melted with happy exhaustion. But within only a few
moments, she was alive with desire all over again.
"I'm good " he said. "You're better."
Then they made love all over again.
chapter 9
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"You hungry?" Harry asked, as they shared the shower. He was washing her hair and taking great
pleasure in the fact that Marj was practically purring.
"Hmmm?" She sighed in utter contentment. Her back was pressed against his chest, and he felt the sigh
all the way down his body. Just that small movement was enough to arouse him again.
"Hungry?" he asked over the rush of warm water. "For supper?" Not to make love again; not just yet.
He had to keep his head. The night was young, and he still had work to do.
"I'm starving," Marj said, slowly coming up out of the fog of sensual pleasure. She sighed, with
resignation this time. "And the animals need taking care of."
"You need to hire some help."
"Don't think I haven't tried."
They maneuvered around so that she could duck under the showerhead and rinse the cinnamon-scented
shampoo out of her hair. Cinnamon was perfect for her, Harry thought, with her dark auburn hair.
They climbed out of the shower, and within a few minutes they were dressed. He helped her with
chores, and when they went back to the house, he rummaged in the pantry and the refrigerator and made
a cheese omelet while Marj sat on the floor, playing with puppies and kittens. Taffy and Noel demanded
her attention as well, and Harry took great pleasure in the amount of affection Marjorie Piper had to give.
The more he knew about her, the more time he spent with her, the more he wanted to know, and the
more he wanted to be with her. Which was terrifying.
He had to find those kids soon and make his escape, or this was only going to get worse. He was
werewolf, she was human. It hardly ever worked out. There were physical risks to consider, cultural
problems. Family pressure alone kept most matings between were and mortals from really having a
chance.
One of the reasons the adolescent group was missing was that a werecougar boy had hooked up with a
human girl. Of course his parents, and his entire clan, were utterly opposed to the relationship. Harry's
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job was to bring the boy home.
He's just a kid, Harry thought.He'll get over her .
Just as Harry would get over Marj. They had something special, something he feared he'd miss terribly.
But he'd get over it.
Marj looked up, sniffed. "Is the omelet burning?"
Harry quickly turned his attention back to the stove. A few minutes later the meal was on plates, and
she'd put the tired puppies and kittens back in their crates.
"Hope I find them homes by Christmas," she said as she took her plate from Harry.
"Speaking of Christmas& " he said, and led the way back to the living room.
The candles and fire had burned down a bit, but the place still had a nice holiday glow to it. She gave the
tree an almost tolerant glance. She did smile, at last, at the array of candles, and turned that smile on him.
His head was reeling from it as they sat down next to each other on the couch. This position left them
vulnerable to two tall dogs, but they fought off Taffy's and Noel's begging, and laughed together while
racing to finish eating before the dogs wore them down.
"Do they get to lick the plates?" Harry asked when they were finished.
"No."
"They should, because it's almost Christmas."
"Don't spoil my dogs," she admonished. She got up, and he followed her back to the kitchen. "You
cooked; I'll clean. Want to dry the dishes?"
This domesticity was far too much fun. "I'd love to, but I have to go wolf hunting now." Harry took his
leather jacket off the coat rack by the kitchen door and shrugged into it. "I think it's best if I conduct this
search mostly at night. Not only will the animal be more active at night, but the less the locals see
someone skulking around the area, the less suspicious they'll be."
She accepted his explanation and offered him a kiss before he left. He enjoyed the kiss so much that he
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