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  When she drifted into his arms, raised her lips to his and kissed him full on his mouth, he let the beast loose.

  Chapter 4

  It was the most natural thing in the world to raise up on her toes, wrap her arms around his neck and kiss him. His mouth might have been more lupine than human, but Xandi already felt as if she knew the man within. She tested the seam of his lips with her tongue.

  He parted them for her, teased her tongue with his, drew her into his mouth. It was different…the same…amazingly sensual, this kiss that was more than a kiss, with a man who was more than human.

  She pressed her hips against him. She was just enough shorter than he was that his hard cock, still damp from her mouth, rode against her belly. The soft fur covering his chest abraded her nipples, and she wanted to dive into him, be a part of him.

  He wrapped his arms around her and fell back onto the bed, then rolled both of them so that he was over her. She lay there beneath him, smiling up at the beast hovering over her. She sensed his indecision, his disbelief, that she could truly want him in this form.

  Some small part of her mind wondered the same thing. What was she that she could so desire a beast? What strange lust made her loins ache, her pussy weep, her heart race?

  He dipped his wolfish head and licked her jaw, his long tongue trailing across her cheek, finding her ear. She shivered, then laughed. “I imagine you can do wondrous things with that tongue,” she said.

  He growled and nipped at her ear, then moved lower along her body. He stopped at her breast, suckled first one nipple, then the other. She felt the sharp curve of his tongue feathering the very tip, then the stabbing clip of his teeth before he laved her, licked her entire chest with that slick, hot tongue.

  Whimpering, gasping tiny, frantic little breaths, she lifted her hips, searching for his cock, but it jutted straight forward, out of her reach. Stefan nuzzled her belly, lapped at the nest of curls between her legs, licked the crease between thigh and groin.

  Slick moisture flooded her pussy. Her vagina pulsed, deep, rhythmic contractions, but there was nothing to contract against. She moaned, a deep, guttural plea, then reached for his shoulders and pushed him down, down closer to her needy, hot pussy.

  He laughed, then dipped his head and licked her from asshole to clit. One long hot sweep with his tongue. Then he sat up, kneeling between her widespread thighs, and grinned at her, exposing his huge canines, the tip of his tongue.

  The blend of man and beast was no more evident than in this posture. The beautifully molded body, the strong chest and powerful arms, the rampant cock all swollen and damp, the alert, forward-pointing ears, the amber eyes with their feral gleam, the teeth and muzzle of the wolf.

  Waiting. Watching. Laughing silently at her. She bucked her hips, unable to reach him, then pounded her fists against the tumbled blankets.

  “Shit. Oh, shit. You’re not going to do that and stop. I won’t let you!” She tried to look furious. Burst out laughing instead. “Down, boy. Down!” she ordered, shaking her finger. “Behave, or you’re going outside.”

  He blinked, as if her command caught him by surprise. Then he grinned, dipped his head and licked her once more. Thoroughly. From one end of her crotch to the other, with a quick pause to dip his tongue deep within her streaming pussy.

  She didn’t move. Couldn’t. Could merely hold herself immobile and experience something she’d never, not in her wildest fantasies, imagined. His long tongue moved inside her, curled and licked the walls of her pussy, then flicked her swollen clit before lapping once more across her mons.

  When he raised his head, her juices covered his muzzle. Xandi’s heart was pounding so hard, she was afraid it might explode. Her vagina contracted over and over, but her climax hovered just on the other side of sensation.

  Stefan cleared his throat and grinned at her. She’d already grown used to his canine version of a smile. “Tell me, mistress. Are you interested in obedience training?” he asked. He stretched his tongue around his muzzle and licked his mouth clean, as if emphasizing his animal side. “I should warn you, I don’t do well on a leash.”

  She could barely catch her breath to answer. Humor was almost out of the question at this point. She gave it a try. “Maybe just a collar? When I tell you ‘down,’ though, I expect you to obey.”

  “Ah, down? Like this?” Once more he dipped his head. This time he slipped his hands beneath her buttocks and lifted her closer to his mouth. Her legs hung limply over his arms. She whimpered as he lapped carefully, licking her slowly, thoroughly, not missing a single spot between her legs—except her clit.

  “Oh, God…yes…like that. More. Please,” she whimpered. “More.” She clutched at the bedding, arched her hips, hoped like hell he’d find her button, but he laved everything else instead. Her pussy throbbed, her juices flowed, until she was barely aware of his fingers moving across her buttocks, finding the crease between her cheeks, rubbing the tight ring of muscle at her ass.

  Suddenly his tongue found her clit as his thick finger breached her anus. Too much! Too fucking much! Screaming, she arched her back and clamped her cheeks tightly against his hand. He held her immobile, his tongue stroking her clit, then diving into her pussy, his finger pumping in and out of her backside, finding a slow and sensual rhythm in counterpoint to her frantic attempts to thrash and twist.

  He brought her down slowly, whimpering and gasping, her legs quivering, her pussy streaming, as her orgasm settled into a slow, rhythmic pulsation.

  She gazed at him through half-lidded eyes, waiting, hoping. He couldn’t possibly think they were through, could he? She watched as he sat back on his heels, his huge cock glistening deep red in the filtered light streaming through the blinds. The smooth fur covering his body glistened as well, the silver tips of his amazing pelt catching the sunlight like diamonds.

  Xandi reached out and touched him, her fingers barely connecting with his cock. It jumped at the brief contact. Stefan growled, deep in his throat. She looked up at his face, startled by the sound, but his head was thrown back, his eyes tightly shut, his mouth twisted into a snarl. She knew immediately it was a sound of desire, not anger, of an almost desperate need for her to touch him.

  Slowly she encircled his penis with her fingers, holding his thick cock carefully in her hand. His hips thrust forward, an involuntary move, she thought, but it was more than obvious he wanted her. Badly.

  She arched her hips and scooted closer, placing the very tip of his penis against her swollen, wet labia. Still grasping him, she swept his cock back and forth between her legs, coating him in her fluids. He groaned, then leaned closer, easing just the tip into her welcoming pussy.

  He moved slowly, carefully, but she urged him on with slow undulations of her hips. She took him this time without any trouble, fitting him deep inside, until the broad head of his penis rested solidly against her womb, the weight of his testicles pressed snugly against her ass.

  His face was lifted up, his eyes closed. He panted, as if struggling for control. She looked at him, at the wolven countenance of a man so far removed from the beast, yet so much a part of the creature, and felt the first true stirrings of real emotion, of passion beyond lust, of need and caring and warmth.

  She knew he hurt, knew he hated the animal countenance he’d cursed himself with. She found it exotic, intriguing, sensual. She spread her legs wider, lifted her hips to force him more solidly against her cervix, then grasped his lean hips in her hands. “Open your eyes, Stefan. Look at me the way you want me to see you. Please? Open your eyes.”

  Slowly his breathing eased, and he settled himself between her legs, then he looked at her. There was a wild gleam in his amber eyes, a look that told her he was close, so close, to the edge of whatever kept him human, whatever remnant of his soul controlled the beast.

  Xandi reached up and swept her fingers across his muzzle, feeling the sharp prick of stiff whiskers beside his nose, the sleek line of his jaw where the strong muscle blended i
nto his throat. “I want you, Stefan. You. The way you are. The way you feel in me. The way you touch me.” She paused and turned his head so that he looked at her directly, his bright canines gleaming in the morning light, the pink curve of his tongue visible between his teeth.

  “The way you look, Stefan. I love the way you look.”

  An expression of what could only be pain filled his eyes, but he began to move, his hips slowly thrusting deep inside, his strong hands grasping her waist. She caught his rhythm, joining with him, man and woman, mating in a dance older than time, hips thrusting, hearts pounding, as he increased the tempo, picked up speed, filled her.

  In this position, she felt him even more than she had last night. His cock was hot, burning her with each slick penetration, rubbing her sensitive flesh, bringing her closer and closer once more to her peak.

  His breath exploded in short, sharp gasps. Close, so close, to her own orgasm, Xandi struggled to stay with him, watched his chest swell, his jaw clench. Suddenly he threw back his head and shouted, words unintelligible, a victory cry, as she felt him grow, felt the swelling in his cock slip past her thickened labia, filling her, locking the two of them in a climactic knot.

  She fought a moment’s panic that he was too big, that she’d tear, that he’d hurt her, but the link was there, once again, the connection that was more than mere sex. The moment she felt it, her body reacted—her muscles stretched and adjusted, holding him deep inside, squeezing each spurt of semen out of him. Connected, mind and body, in total sync, her own climax slammed into her, the coil of heat practically exploding across her body, wringing a long, strangled cry out of her.

  Panting, gasping for air, Stefan collapsed forward across her chest. Xandi wrapped her arms around his neck, holding him close, stroking his neck and shoulders, kissing the side of his face. She tasted salt on her tongue, knew she cried, but wondered if the tears were all hers, or possibly Stefan’s as well. He shuddered in her embrace, took a deep, quavering breath, and that question was answered.

  His cock still pulsed, deep, rhythmic undulations against her womb. Her own muscles spasmed around him, matching his cadence, holding him tight.

  After a while, he raised his head, blinking owlishly as he stared down at her. “Are you okay?”

  “No, I’m way beyond okay.” She ran the backs of her fingers along his jowl, reveling in the silky touch of his fur. “How about you?”

  She could almost feel the relief. She could also still feel the hard knot of his swollen cock filling her.

  “Amazing. Absolutely amazing. I haven’t done—” he shook his head, looked away, shut his eyes tightly for a moment, then turned back to her—“this. Not in the past five years. Not since I…changed.”

  She held his face in her palms, his beautiful wolven face, all sharp teeth and gleaming eyes, and looked directly at him. “We’ll do it again. And again. I have never felt like this. Never. Never this connection, this mind-and-body experience that’s so totally soul-deep. Not with anyone. I will not let you go.”

  “I felt it, too,” he whispered, turning his head to lick her palm. “I was so afraid I was alone, but I felt it, felt you.” His hips rocked against the cradle of her thighs, probing her, touching the mouth of her womb with his hard cock. No longer swollen, but still erect, he loved her once more. She wrapped her legs around his hips and held him close.

  They sat quietly in front of the fire, sipping an excellent Cabernet Franc, watching the flames dance. Xandi’s two weeks were almost spent. Her car, slightly dented but still functional, sat in the driveway where Oliver had left it after towing it out of the deep canyon where she’d gone off the road. It was as if they waited now, for something, unsure what that something might be.

  Xandi couldn’t stand it any longer—the suspense, the need to know. They’d made no mention of tomorrow, never discussed a future. “What next?” she asked, resting one palm over his beating heart. “What are we going to do?”

  His arm tightened around her shoulders, and she felt him sigh. “I don’t want to lose you, yet I can’t, in good faith, tie you to a beast.”

  She laughed. “Ah, but I love being tied to a beast. You’ve shown me an entirely new type of pleasure, one, I fear, I’ve become addicted to.” She paused a moment, gathering her thoughts. “You can’t force me to leave, you know. I can be tenacious.” Xandi snuggled closer to his warm, familiar body. A body she’d learned to crave over the past days and nights of sensual exploration. “I have…feelings for you, Stefan. Very strong feelings. Stronger than I ever imagined.”

  He tightened his arms around her. “I’ll not hedge mine, Alexandria. I love you. You have given me a reason to live, to search for an answer to my dilemma.” He smiled at her, brushing the tangled hair back from her eyes. “You are the woman I never thought I’d find, the one who has reminded me that humanity is more than just appearance. It is the soul, the spirit, the very essence that makes one a man.”

  He looked away again, but when he turned back to her, his eyes were filled with resolve. “I told you it was my own hubris that turned me into a beast. What I didn’t tell you is that it was a very powerful wizard who actually did the deed. All he asked was my apology, my admission that I was a fool, and he would give me back my humanity.”

  He sighed, then smiled at her. “It has taken me five long years to realize I was wrong and he was right. I owe him that apology, whether he returns me to my former self or not. I’ve decided to try to find him, to beg him to forgive me for my insolence. He merely offered to teach me, but I thought I was more than he. It wasn’t his fault I was a fool. It will, however, be my fault if I don’t let him know I’ve finally learned my lesson.”

  “Take me with you.” Xandi turned in his arms, grabbed his shoulders and forced him to look her in the eye. “Take me on your quest, Stefan. I can’t imagine being parted from you. Not now, not ever. You’ve become a drug my soul needs to survive. A part of the very cells that keep my heart pumping, my brain functioning. Please. Take me.”

  “And what if, when the journey is over, I am nothing more than Stefan the Magician, a normal man with insubstantial powers? The face of a human, the strength of an average man. Will you love me when I am no longer the wolf? Will you still want me?”

  She ran her finger along his bare chest, circled his navel and traced the length of his growing penis. “Ah, Stefan, yes. I’ll still love you. But when you ask him to return your humanity, do you think you could keep just this one small remnant of your life as a beast?”

  Laughing, he grabbed her, rolled her onto her back, used his hand to spread her legs wide. “We’ll make that a priority, my love. Hopefully he’ll consider it a little souvenir of my life as a wolf.”

  PART TWO

  Alexandria

  Chapter 5

  The black Mercedes took the steep mountain road without effort. Alexandria Olanet struggled to keep her eyes open, but the journey had been long and difficult, emotions between her and the enigmatic man sitting beside her practically off the chart.

  He’d been silent the better part of the trip, an uncommunicative partner on a quest that would likely change both their lives at the most elemental of levels. She studied him, sitting there next to her on the wide backseat, through half-shuttered eyes, almost afraid to let herself consider what lay ahead.

  It was difficult enough to explain what had already transpired. When she’d called her office and informed her partners she was taking an extended sabbatical, they’d asked her very few questions. Of course, they thought she was still smarting over her failed engagement. Little did they know how thankful she was to have gotten out of a disaster-in-the-making.

  Now she wondered if she was about to enter another. Stefan Aragat was more than a mystery—more than a man, for that matter. He stared out the window, one elegant hand resting beneath his chin, the long fingers with neatly trimmed nails supporting a face that was, for want of any other description, pure wolf. Grizzled muzzle, sharp canines, fur-tipped ear
s pointed forward, searing amber eyes—even though his body was tall and strong and almost completely human, beneath the tailored slacks and dark gray silk shirt was a coat of gray fur tipped with silver and the strong, violent heart of the wolf.

  And, of course, a most amazing cock.

  Xandi almost laughed out loud. She would never grow tired of that amazing tool of his, all part and parcel of a package caught halfway between wolf and man. She’d fallen in love with a creature beyond anything her imagination might have created, a creature hell-bent on changing himself back to human.

  Would it be the same, making love to Stefan as a man? Merely thinking of the wolf taking her, of that amazing cock penetrating her, swelling inside her pussy and trapping them together in unbelievable orgasms, made her hot. Made her pussy weep and her muscles clench in frustrated need.

  What was wrong with her, she wondered, that she would desire the wolf as much as, if not more than, the man?

  Stefan stared blindly out the window, thinking of the man they were rushing to meet, and of the woman beside him. Xandi had been unusually quiet as they wound their long way up the mountain in the chauffeur-driven limo. Of course, so had he, though there was so much he wanted to say to her.

  She’d turned his life upside down over the past two weeks, ever since she’d literally stumbled into his world. Alexandria Olanet—Xandi—of the sweet lips and even sweeter body, a woman as fascinated by his bestial qualities as she was by the man inside. How was she going to feel when he returned to his human form? Would she love him as much? Would her fascination and insatiable sexual appetite remain just as powerful after he found his humanity, or was it the wolf in him that excited her?