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mate, that she accepted him, but the man, Vladimir, by God, he loved
his mate and his brother with all his heart and soul, and they knew it
as surely as he knew of their love for him.
It was the best night of his long life. After the mating, they tore
into the deer, devoured it with ravenous hunger, and then they ran for
miles and miles, playing chase, hide and seek, mock stalking and
fighting. She was very young and a novice of the change, which was
why she d made a racket when she had attempted to sneak up on
Yuri, and why she didn t realize that she was the one being stalked.
They had much to teach her, but that was fine because they had plenty
of time, and it would be their pleasure.
Of course, each bout of play fighting ended in mating again, and
they took her individually on all fours and then bent over a fallen tree,
and the final time together again, front and back, lying on their sides
on the forest floor. They ran all the way back to their cabin at The
Den, arriving just as the moon disappeared. Her change happened
much slower and with more difficulty than theirs, but they used their
bond connection to help pull her through it. She slurred her thanks as
he picked her up and mumbled that she loved them as he carried her
to bed. She was asleep before she hit the sheets.
He looked down on her smooth, now-hairless skin. She was a gift
of nature and she was his mate. Yuri stood next to him, and Vlad
knew that he was thinking the same thing. Their twin bond seemed to
be stronger since their joining. He just hoped that her mom was okay
and that Jo would forgive them for not telling her about the danger her
mom was in.
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Chapter 17
They raced, hunted, and played together with wild abandonment,
rejoicing in the liberty of the full moon, free and pure beasts,
uninhibited with each other and unconcerned about human affairs.
Craving the pulse of their mating bond, they had joined many times.
When she bit him, an avalanche of power and energy cascaded
through her body and soul, and he roared like the God of thunder.
They couldn t get enough of each other and the connection they
shared.
Just before the moonset they came upon her cabin, and exhausted
and replete they curled up together on the ground and awaited the
change. He morphed quickly, with an ease that she envied. It took her
a little longer, but she felt his presence guide her through it, making it
a smoother transition than normal. He scooped her up and held her to
his firm chest, smooth, naked skin against skin.
 Hi, she croaked.
He looked at her as if she was their mistress, the moon,
personified. A wide smile began on his mouth and ended in his bright,
twinkling eyes. It was hard to reconcile that happy visage with the
beast that had so recently ripped a throat out, or fucked her to near
oblivion.
Mmm, so strong and handsome. Her sleepy mind blurred her
thoughts and impressions of him, but for a certainty she wasn t
disappointed with his physical appearance.
 Hi yourself. His voice was as deep and soft as a thick duck-
down duvet and just as comforting.
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Lazily she placed her arms around his neck, and he carried her to
the bedroom. There was much she wanted to ask him. Who was this
man, and what was his name? Did he know who she was? But her
energy was spent, and she was so tired that she needed to rest, to sleep
for just a little while. The questions could wait. The answers wouldn t
change that which could never be undone. The mating bond was solid.
She sighed with gratitude when he placed her in the big bed and lay
down beside her. His naked body curled around hers, enveloping her
in his scent and warmth. Yes, just a little nap, and then she would
have her answers.
Hours later she awoke with the cold, weak light of day on her face
and the smell of bacon teasing her nostrils. Eh? Her sleep-sodden
thoughts were slow and disjointed. She rolled over and was pleasantly
assaulted by the most wonderful smell in the world that lingered on
the empty pillow, better even than the aroma of cooking bacon that
was poking at her empty belly and making it grumble. My mate& my
mate! She bolted upright and frantically looked around. Her slow
thoughts caught up. My mate is cooking breakfast. Could a woman
ask for more?
She swung her legs out of bed and shoved her feet into her fleece-
lined, comfy boots. Clothes, she needed clothes, but they were in her
pack in the next room. She saw a polar-fleece blanket over a chair and
wrapped it around her otherwise-naked body. It looked cold outside.
The sky had clouded over quickly, and now a few flakes of snow
swirled to the ground. It was pleasant to view from the window of a
warm, cozy cabin. Thank goodness for LPG heating. Cautiously and
with some trepidation she opened the bedroom door.
He was standing by the cooker and turned toward her when she
entered the room. So it hadn t been a dream. Here was her mate, and
he was the most gorgeous man she had ever laid her eyes on, tall, dark
and handsome with a smile that made her heart and loins flutter.
 Good morning, he said softly as he switched off the gas and
wiped his hands on a dishtowel, not taking his eyes off hers.
210 Dawn Forrest
He was wearing only loose-fitting sweatpants that seemed to hang
precariously low on his muscular hips. If there was an ounce of fat on
him, it was hiding well. His long raven-black mane was tied back at
the nape. All thoughts of food fled, leaving her hungry only for him.
She grinned at him.  Yes, it is. My name s Katherine. She
decided to use her real name and not her assumed identity.  Katherine
Akara. She moved farther into the room. [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]

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