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to gather enough strength to lift himself up to rest half propped on my back. Thanks to
nature s way of insuring there d be another generation of wolf shifters, my cunt was
sealed tight. We were joined together by the knot at the base of his cock, swelled into a
barrier that wouldn t release for at least half an hour.
Careful not to squash me, Vance sagged against my back, his breath coming in
great gasps as he labored to recover from our lusty session. I felt proud as punch,
knowing his current weakness was due to my loving. I d done that! Worn him out so
thoroughly he -- this strong alpha male -- couldn t find the strength to hold his own
body up.
He wasn t the only one worn out. I couldn t find the strength to move, either, so I
contented myself with verbal teasing.  I always knew you were an animal, Wolf Man,
but today you were off the chain. I sighed, so mellow and well-loved I couldn t even
contemplate moving.  That was the bomb. You are the supreme coochi-nater! Gawd,
you were hitting that thang like a jackhammer. If this is what angry sex is like, we have
got to do it again!
Vance groaned.  Female, I don t know that I want to do that again. It was too
intense. I lost all thought of protecting you and our pups. I am ashamed I was unable to
control my beast. Leaning up, he turned us on our sides, ran his hands all over my
body in a blind-man s-bluff search, checking me for injuries.  Please tell me I didn t
hurt you.
I laughed. Reaching back and up to cradle his face in one hand, running that
hand through his sweat-dampened hair, I tugged him closer.  You were in my mind.
You have to know how silly you re being.
The overwhelming sense of being bombarded by his seeking thoughts inundated
me. What he saw must have reassured him, because his next phrase was a whispered
prayer of gratitude.  Thank Goddess Moon.
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Breath huffing in a relieved sigh, my mate wrapped his arms around me -- one
hand cradling my left breast and the other nestled in the puffy hair-covered mound at
the juncture of my thighs -- and twisted to lay back so we were spooned with my back
against his chest.
I d missed cuddling this way while we waited for his knot to dissolve. The wolf
hadn t been allowed near while we made love since Vance realized I carried his pups. It
felt good, right, but this time, Vance s enjoyment was missing. All along the length of
his rangy body, I could feel the tension almost pouring from him as he geared himself
up to confront me.  Ouida, we must talk.
I cringed. Having been inside his head, too, I d learned something so momentous
I had yet to assimilate it. I didn t want the peace of our recent joining shattered by the
rising unrest I was experiencing.  Please, Vance. Let s just go with the flow for right
now. I m barely over my mad with you. I don t want to discuss something that will
bring those feelings back. Not right now.
 You re bonded to him. I saw it.
Fine. If he was determined to do this now, I had some issues of my own to bring
up& some major ones, in fact. Face twisted in a scowl that didn t begin to express my
growing pique, I pushed away as far as our bound flesh would allow.
 Ouch! Ouida, be more careful. That hurt.
The sharp bark of pain Vance emitted was music to my ears. It meant I d
managed to put a kink in his still-knotted cock, which served him right.  You think that
hurt? How about learning your mate has kept something world-shatteringly important
from you?
All my anger came welling back, overflowing my soul to flood my eyes with
tears. Refusing to dash them away, I clenched my fists and beat on the mattress.  How
could you keep that from me, Vance? How can you justify not telling me one of my
pups was Xen s?
 Ouida& 
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 No! I shook my head frantically. Bringing my hands up, I covered my ears and
la-la-la d to block out his words. There was nothing he could say. Xen and I had bonded
and made a child together, and Vance had kept it from both of us.
Loud as I sang, I couldn t keep out his mental pleas and explanations, but I
didn t have to respond. I wouldn t listen. He couldn t make me. Could he?
Chapter Nine
Recruits
Elmer Smith turned from washing his hands at the kitchen bowl and smiled at
Patrick, his boyish blond looks defying his actual age.  Pattie, yer welcome to stay here,
you know that. I kint tell you how good it is to see ya, boy. We worried a mite when no
one could find ya. There was no body, so we hoped ya were alive somewhere. We jes
didn t know wheres to look.
Trey -- Elmer s twin -- busted into the conversation.  The family was that sorry
to lay Ro and Bo to rest last winter. It ain t good to lose kin, but to lose  em to
murderers& 
Elmer shook his head, expression sorrowful. After a moment, his demeanor
lightened.  On another note, you know y all s homestead was taken over by Aunt
Gertie Jo s boy?
Patrick Smith rocked back on the hind legs of his chair, still tired from the long
drive and even longer walk he d made after ditching his  borrowed car.  I figured
someone would take it over, and I don t mind, since its family. Reckon I m glad kin is
getting some use from it. To me, makes no sense to let the land lie fallow.
 Right& thought that d be yer take on it. Trey flashed a grin as he stirred the
cooking grits with one hand and shook the pan holding the bacon with the other, giving
it a practiced toss that turned the slices over in mid-air without spilling a drop of
grease. They were between wives, so the brothers had to do their own cooking. After [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]