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  He broke the kiss, and she moaned her frustration, even as heat stained her cheeks and she stepped away from him again with another groan.

  "See what I mean? Damn it! I want you so badly I hurt."

  ****

  The blood rushed in her ears, her pussy ached, and her heartbeat galloped. What was it about him that made her react to the simplest touch with a rush of wet heat between her thighs? If he hadn't pulled away, she would have let him take her standing up. Hell, she had been all but ready to have him balls deep inside her in Mary's office. And since when had she been so vocal about her feelings?

  And he, the blasted man, wolf, dog, whatever the fuck he was, just stood there and smiled at her again. Oh, he was affected all right. The rigid bulge in his groin and his rapid breathing were testimony enough, but she sensed that he held himself in tight control. Here she was falling to pieces and he just bloody stood there.

  "Oh, for heaven's sake say something. Or fuck me, either or, just do something."

  Ethan laughed, a big deep belly laugh that shook the floorboards and rumbled through her. Damn insufferable man. She stuck her tongue out at him and pouted.

  "What does a girl have to do to get fucked around here?" She slapped her hand on her mouth in horror at what had just tumbled out of her mouth, and Ethan sobered. All traces of teasing gone, he stalked towards her with all the intensity of a predator stalking his prey. All the breath left her lungs when he grabbed her around the waist and flung her over his shoulder. The swat to her ass stung, even as he soothed the hurt away with his hand and chuckled.

  "Ow! What was that for?"

  He didn't answer, just smacked her butt cheeks a few more times, each one harder than the one before, until her ass was on fire. Tingles of sensation spread to her clit, and she lay panting over his shoulder, so aroused she thought she might come on the spot if he swatted her again.

  A few more long-legged strides found them in her bedroom, and the world flew by at dizzying speeds as he flung her on the bed. Before she even stopped bouncing, he was on top of her, trapping her to the bed with his sheer bulk, pinning her to the mattress, his wolf's deep growl trembling through her. By rights she should have been terrified, but God help her, if she got any wetter she would disgrace herself, and he clearly knew that. He smiled, showing Mutt's teeth, and sniffed her neck. His scent intensified, and she struggled underneath him—not to get away, but to get closer.

  "Please ... please." She didn't even know what she was begging for exactly, but he lifted himself off her slightly. Propped up on his elbows, he studied her, once again just a man, and her breathing hitched under his silent scrutiny.

  When he finally spoke, his voice was a low, growly whisper, and she clenched her thighs as much as she could, held immobile as she was, to relieve the ache in her clit. "Please what, baby?"

  He smiled and lifted one hand into her vision. As she watched in stunned fascination his nails changed into menacing claws. He traced his clawed index finger along the side of her jaw, over her lips, and along her throat. That claw traced a trail of heated awareness over her collarbone until he hooked it into the top of her jumper. With a wicked smile and a flick of his hand the fabric ripped and fell away, exposing her to his hungry gaze.

  "Hmmm, black lace today, Anja? I wonder ... do the bottoms match?"

  Goosebumps broke out over her exposed flesh, and she shivered when he ran that claw over her breasts. Her nipples tightened and strained against the lace as he circled each. He dug in and ripped the delicate fabric there, too.

  "Beautiful." He murmured the words into her skin, and she gasped at the first touch of his rough tongue over the sensitized peaks. He rolled his tongue around her nipple and bit down slightly. The sharp pain spiraled down towards her pussy, and she gasped her arousal. He smiled against her belly as he licked a trail of need over the sensitive skin of her quivering tummy while he used one hand to keep her arms pinned above her head. The other one kneaded and pinched the previously neglected nipple. He shifted slightly, and her freed hips bucked off the bed when he cupped her mound through the fabric of her jeans. He smiled at her, and her stomach flip-flopped in delicious anticipation. He hooked one of her legs over his shoulder and lowered his head. He inhaled deeply against her still-clothed mound, and Anja shut her eyes at the myriad of sensations assaulting her.

  "You're so wet for me, baby, your jeans are stained here. Do you have any idea what a fucking turn-on that is? I want to do this slow, but heaven help me, I can't."

  The growled words settled deep inside her core, and she didn’t recognize the needy, thready voice coming out of her mouth. "Please, I don't want slow. I want you to fuck me hard. Please, Ethan, Mutt, whoever you are, I don’t care. I need to come, now, fucking yesterday. I've never been so turned on in all my life. Please ... just..."

  With a growl loud enough to shake the room, he flipped her over. She landed facedown on her duvet and the bed dipped as he jumped off it. Before she could even blink, he returned, his warm naked back molding itself against hers and with another audible rip her jeans ended up in a heap on the floor, too.

  He nipped her shoulder, and she held her breath as he traced his hands slowly down her back, lifting her onto her knees at the same time. His hot breath trailed down her spine, and he pushed her thong out of the way. Her knees buckled when he traced his tongue in between her ass cheeks and circled her anus. She pushed against him and he chuckled, his hot breath against her swollen folds pitching her need for him higher still.

  "Ethan, please."

  He twisted the fabric of her thong in answer to her plea. It pinched her clit and she squirmed and panted until that item of her clothing ripped and fell to the floor. His thumb circled her clit, and his tongue delved inside her aching channel as he lapped her juices up with appreciative growls. She pushed her cunt into his face, desperate for the release she needed. When he curled two fingers up inside of her, her body splintered, and she clamped around those questing digits, dimly aware of his growled curse.

  "Fuck, you’re so hot. Condoms? Please tell me you have some, baby?"

  Spent and still shuddering in aftershocks she could only gesture in the general direction of her nightstand. She had to smile at the speed and force with which he wrenched the drawer open. He paused briefly to stare at her pink rabbit-shaped vibrator before he grinned and threw it over his shoulder. The pack of condoms followed, and Anja couldn't take her gaze away from the sight of him rolling the latex on his cock. Thick and proud, it stood to attention and jutted up to his navel. A flicker of unease rolled through her at the size of him, but then he kissed her and all thoughts fled. One strong arm around her waist, he lifted her back up on her knees and positioned himself behind her. The tip of his erection teased her entrance. She tensed, but she was so wet that he slid inside her with a smooth stroke.

  Anja moaned long and hard, and Ethan pulled out slightly. He thrust again, lodging himself deeper.

  "Fuck, you're so tight and hot, Anja, so good. So fucking good."

  Every stroke sent her body clamoring again, and she locked her arms and pushed against him as he thrust. Faster, harder, until he tensed, thrust deep, and froze. His body shook with his release, and he seemed to grow bigger inside her still, until he filled her so completely she couldn't move, couldn't breathe. He licked her neck and growled his release into her shoulder. The vibrations traveled across her skin, and when he flicked her clit once, twice, she, too, flew into her own nirvana as he started thrusting again.

  They collapsed on the bed with him still deeply seated inside her body, his pulsing shaft sending darts of pleasure through her system. She couldn't help but wriggle against him, and she smiled at his chuckle into her neck.

  "Hold still, minx, or we'll start this all over again."

  "Well, that's the least you could do, considering you ruined my entire outfit." She tried to inject some authority into her voice, but failed miserably, as he chose that moment to slide out of her. She clenched around him, h
er vagina feeling curiously empty without his thick shaft stretching her, and she gasped at the sensation when he pulled his thickened head out completely.

  He disposed of the condom and joined her back on the bed, but instead of going to sleep as Declan would have done, he tucked her in the crook of his arm, and kissed her.

  "Sorry about the clothes. I'll buy you new ones."

  Anja giggled and indulged herself by tracing the contours of his abs with her fingers.

  "Really? And how are you going to do that? Rob a bank?" He tensed underneath her, and she regretted her words immediately. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean that. You know I don't care about money, right?"

  She lifted herself up onto her elbows to see his face, and was relieved to see him smile.

  "About that, there is something I have to tell you."

  Chapter Six

  "Yes, well, maybe I don't want to hear it. Unless you're going to tell me that you're married or something, in which case, watch out. You're in a vulnerable position here, mister."

  Anja kissed her way down his body, and his cock responded with predictable speed as she wrapped her hand around his shaft. His hips lifted when she smiled at him and trailed her fingernails up and down his hardening length, then cupped his balls.

  He pushed himself up onto his elbows just in time to see her lips wrap around his cock. "Jesus, Anja, you don't have to do that."

  He fisted his hands into the bed covers to stop himself from burying them in her hair and keeping her right where she was. She chuckled around his dick, and the vibrations made him groan as he grew harder still. She murmured her approval at the drop of pre-cum he couldn't help but release, and he swore again when he saw her swallow his seed. She swirled her tongue around his head, pressed it underneath, and sucked hard. Her fingers massaged his balls, and she grazed her teeth along his cock before she released it with an audible pop. The grin on her face was pure devilment itself, and his wolf growled in answer.

  "I know I don't have to, but I want you, and besides," she leaned down and licked his dick as though it were an ice cream, "I quite like having you at my mercy. And I've been meaning to do that since I saw you in the shower."

  She took him deep again, and he closed his eyes against the sensation of her hot, moist mouth and tongue working their instant magic on his cock. Fuck, she is good at this. His balls grew tight, and sweat broke out on his brow in his effort to not thrust and overwhelm her. He was big, she would choke, and she clearly enjoyed her moment of being on top, so to speak. He jumped when she bit down slightly and once again released her hold on him. She blew on his sensitive tip and grinned up at him.

  "Of course I can stop if you really want to talk." She raked her nail across his weeping slit, and he grit his teeth together to stop himself from grabbing her, flipping her over and burying himself balls deep back inside her tight, juicy cunt. But he couldn't do that again without telling her who he really was. His conscience wouldn’t let him.

  Something of his thought processes must have shown on his face, because she looked uncertain all of a sudden and scrambled off the bed before he could stop her. She yanked her bathrobe off the chair, tied it up and stood at the window. Snow had started to fall, and she looked through the pane of glass and traced the snowflakes.

  "Anja, let me explain."

  She jumped at the sound of his voice and shook her head. "It’s snowing, look. The kids in my class will be so happy, you know. They haven't forecast any snow and—"

  "Anja, turn around and look at me!"

  She flinched at the stern words, but she kept on staring right out of the window. He sighed, got off the bed, and approached her. She shook his hand off her shoulder, so he placed it over hers against the window pane instead.

  "Snow, huh? Maybe the gods are trying to tell us something."

  They stood watching the snow fall for a while, and he breathed in her scent. When the snow fizzled out as suddenly as it had started, she stiffened in his arms and he let her go. She sat back on the bed and watched him warily.

  "Why do I get the feeling I'm not going to like what you have to say?"

  ****

  God, why did she always have to pick the worthless ones? Not that he looked anything but extremely buff leaning against the wall, naked as the day as he was born. An ice cold fist squeezed her heart, and she had trouble drawing air into her lungs. When had he become so important to her that the thought of losing him hurt so much? And he looked far too serious for whatever he had to tell her to be anything but bad news.

  "I'm sorry, Anja. I haven't exactly been truthful."

  She bit her lip and screwed her eyes shut. Here it came. He was married. He had to be. Either that or an ax murderer.

  "To you or Mary for matter."

  That brought her head up, and he smiled at her.

  "What has Mary got to do with any of this?"

  "Everything and nothing, really." He took a step toward her and flinched when she put her hand up to stop him.

  "Don't you dare touch me now. What have you done to Mary? Explain yourself now, damn you. You know how important that shelter is to her. If you've done something to jeopardize this, then—"

  "Anja, I'm Montagu Enterprises," he interrupted her.

  "What?" She couldn’t have heard him right, but he simply stood there and nodded at her. "You can't be. That firm is run by ... by ... shit."

  He laughed, and this time when he approached she didn't stop him. He took her hand in his and squeezed. "Ethan Montagu, that's me."

  "But, why? I don't understand why you would pretend to be a homeless person."

  He sighed and shrugged his impressive shoulders. "Remember what I said about Mutt?" His gaze searched her face, and she nodded.

  "Yes, I do. You said people would tell him things that they wouldn't tell you, and you used him to find the most needy people and bring them to the shelter."

  "That's right, baby. I was looking for a worthy cause. I do this every Christmas." He smiled and enveloped her hand with both of his when she gripped him tighter. "This year I chose the homeless. But I had to go undercover. Ethan Montagu—that guy—everyone will open doors for. Money talks, and people only show their best sides. Everyone wants to be friends with that Ethan, and for my charity projects I need to get to know the real people, not the masks they put up. I knew Mary was a good guy, but I take on the whole project. Everyone who's involved."

  He smiled at her and cupped her face. Her heart beat a bit faster at what she saw in his eyes.

  "The plan was to find the most worthy shelters and to link them together, put in a huge influx of cash, employ some of the trustworthy volunteers I encountered, and make a difference. It's Christmas, season of goodwill and all that."

  Anja had to smile at having her own thoughts on the season quoted back at her. He rubbed a thumb across her lips, leaned in, and inhaled. As per usual her body reacted to his nearness with embarrassing predictability. Her nipples chafed against the flannel of her bathrobe, her heartbeat accelerated, and her pussy flooded with her juices. Her face heated, and he dropped a kiss on her nose.

  "I didn't count on getting injured and being picked up by that sassy blonde I know."

  He picked up a strand of her hair and rubbed it between his thumb and forefinger and Anja's heart constricted at the emotion in his eyes.

  "I couldn't just leave you there. You were hurt, and besides you had the cutest eyes for a mutt."

  He snorted his amusement, and the twinkle in his eyes made her giggle.

  "So, you think I have cute eyes? I can work with that."

  "You have a cute ass, too." She trailed her hand down his abs and smiled at his sharp intake of breath. He grabbed her fingers and halted their downward progress.

  "So, have you, baby, but let me explain this." He trailed one finger along her jaw, and she leaned into his embrace. He smiled and pulled her back against his chest until she sat cradled in his arms. "You asked me earlier why I smelled so good, and whether that was a shif
ter thing. Well, you were partially right. It doesn't usually happen to humans, but I knew there was something different about you. From the minute my wolf scented you, I had a hard time keeping away from you. When you broke up with that sleazebag, I wasn't going to let you get away again."

  His arms tightened around her, and she snuggled into his neck. He really did smell irresistible.

  "I never believed in the mating bond. I left my pack the minute I could, determined to make my own way in the world. As it happens I did rather well for myself, but with that came a price. I became even more cynical about women in general.” He paused when she frowned at him.

  “Why?” she asked, and he smiled grimly.

  “Let’s just say I’ve met my fair share of money grabbing females. The last one almost had me fooled into believing she was carrying my baby.” He nodded at her sharp intake of breath. “She wasn’t, but like I said it made me lose trust in women even more and that blasted bond in particular—until you, that is."

  "Me?" She twisted around to look at him and lost herself in the deep pool of his now-glowing eyes. "You want to mate with me. How, I mean, really me?"

  Her heart skipped a beat, and a curious warmth spread through her as he continued to silently study her.

  "The how isn't really important right now. I wouldn't expect you to agree to it. Like you said, we hardly know each other, but in time, yes. I love you, Anja, and believe me I have never said that to anyone."

  "You do?" She knew she sounded like a parrot, repeating everything he said, but she could hardly believe her luck.

  "Yes, baby, I do, if you'll have me."

  If she'd have him? Was the man mad?

  "Oh, I'll have you all right, but I need to warn you. I'm playing for keeps, and once my parents see you, there will be no getting rid of me, you know."

  She smiled at his wolf's possessive growl and shrieked when he lifted her and flipped her on the bed.