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Sleep smoothed the worry lines from her face, highlighting
her innocence. Long auburn lashes feathered her pink cheeks.
She wasn t a traditional beauty. Her beauty lay in her te-
nacious personality and devotion, her inner strength and a sur-
prising courage for one who refused to defend herself. He
wished she dared to confront the memory that ripped away
her Draicon heritage, but perhaps the strength she d inherit
from him in the mating lock would enable her to do so.
His gaze drifted over the firmness of her breasts thrust
against the stiffness of the cheap linen store-bought blouse,
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the new jeans encasing her curvy legs, hugging her rounded
hips. Nicolas reached over, nuzzled the slender column of her
neck, nibbling at her delicate, shell-like ear. Desire surged in
his blood, thick and hot.
He pushed it down.
Nicolas reached in, picked her up as easily as if she
weighed no more than her dog. She felt soft and warm and
deliciously feminine in his arms. He wanted her more than
his next breath.
But for her sake, he d wait.
Maggie felt herself lifted and hooked her arms around
Nicolas s neck. She squinted, shocked at how easily she could
see in the darkness. The cottage he walked toward was square,
with brown paint and a dull brown shingled roof. A wood rail
fence ran around the edges of the land, ending where the
forest began. Beneath a tall oak was a wooden swing built for
two. A long wooden porch and sheltering tin roof ran the
length of the home. Rocking chairs and wood Adirondack
chairs lined the porch. Charming, quaint. Like Grandma s
cottage in the woods.
She remembered the Big Bad Wolf, wanting to eat the little
girl.
If you want me to, I ll do exactly that.
The smoky desire in Nicolas s voice filled her with deli-
cious heat. She shifted in his arms as he opened the door.
No key. No one dares to come here. The magick wards
off all intruders, but Draicon. He set her gently down on her
feet, stroked her hair. Which proves my point, Maggie. If
you were not one of us, you couldn t enter. As soon as you
reached the driveway, you d become so violently ill you d be
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forced to turn around. The suggestion of food poisoning
would erase any suspicion from your mind.
Maggie ran a hand up his chest, relishing the hardness
beneath her fingertips. He d done so much to keep her safe,
putting her needs before his own. The wolf inside her howled
with a different need than to run wild and free. Her fingers
slipped up the strong curve of his neck, testing the hard pads
of muscle on his thick shoulders.
His big body was like chiseled marble. Suddenly she
wanted to test his weight, feel him mount her and be inside her.
Nicolas pushed her hand away. His eyes were tormented.
Go inside, Maggie, he said thickly. Make yourself com-
fortable. I need to check the property.
This time of night? I thought you said it was safe.
It is. I m not.
Swallowing hard, she watched him start to tug the shirt
over his head. Inside, now, he growled. I need to run with
the moon before I take you and release this wildness inside
me. It s your first time and I want to be gentle.
Taken aback, she stared. How& did you?
I can tell, he said shortly. I can t smell another man on
you.
Instead of entering the cottage she watched him remove
his shirt. Moonlight gilded the rippling muscles of his biceps,
the thick hair on his chest. Stubble shadowed his jaw, though
he had shaved before they left this afternoon. He kicked off
his shoes, removed his socks. Nicolas growled again and
turned his back as he tugged down his jeans. Fascinated, she
saw the outline of his heavy testicles dangling between his
outstretched legs.
Go inside, he said in a strangled tone.
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Maggie watched the smooth halves of his muscled ass as
he loped off toward the forest.
She showered, dried her hair and then hung the damp towel
on the wood peg beside the vanity. Dressing in a thick white
robe, she went into the bedroom. Simple, rugged masculine fur-
niture in earth tones filled the room. The cream-colored walls
were bare except for a detailed painting of a lone wolf standing
on a hillside, howling at the silver globe of a full moon.
She had to smile a little at the irony.
Maggie sat down on the bed and ran a caressing hand over
the carved pine headboard. Big as a football field, the bed felt
soft and yielding. A shiver of anticipation raced through her
as she thought of Nicolas s big body covering hers.
This is where we ll make love.
Restless and edgy, she sank onto a wicker rocker by the
bank of ceiling-high windows and gazed outside. Two thick
pines sheltered the house s left side. Aztec grass lined the
redwood boardwalk leading from the gravel parking lot.
Cabbage palms, looking incongruous besides oak trees,
rustled their spiny branches. Someone had attempted to plant
roses near the love seat swing beneath a sprawling oak tree.
Maggie went outside into the moonlit night and sat on the
porch step.
The cottage was in the middle of a large expanse of field,
guarded on three sides by tall pines, live oaks and sugar
maples. Tree frogs chirped nearby, sounding like a miniature
orchestra. Near a jasmine bush, a rusty windmill bird feeder
gently swung back and forth.
The other night, he d made it clear what he intended. No
words, just one significant glance sweeping her from the top
of her brows to the tips of her toes. As if he was famished,
and she were a five-course gourmet meal.
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I ll never leave you alone for long, sweet Maggie. I m
always with you, always. The husky masculine voice in her
head made her jump. The night showed only shadows. A
deep throbbing pulse began between her legs. She squirmed,
her arousal growing to a fever pitch.
A large shadow detached itself from a tree and ap-
proached. She smelled forest, pine. Nicolas. A band of moon-
light caressed his naked body.
Her hungry gaze roved over his powerful chest, the
sculpted muscles banding his arms and legs and the dark nest
of hair surrounding his thick arousal. Maggie swallowed
hard. He was big. Definitely magnum-sized.
Suddenly a stab of fear coupled with her sharp desire.
Maggie pushed past it.
What are you doing out here?
His deep voice seemed thick and husky. Maggie stood
and faced him.
Waiting for you.
She knew what would happen. Though she was a little
afraid, her instincts urged her forward.
Are you ready for me? she whispered.
The dark hunger on his face gave her the answer.
Nicolas held out a hand. Come inside, Maggie, he softly
ordered. It s time. It s long past time.
He waited, his palm outstretched, his manner that of a de-
termined man. Maggie took his hand as he led her inside.
Nicolas closed the door behind her. Turned around, an intense
expression marking his face. Dark, hungry. His body taut,
coiled energy ready to spring.
A little shiver went through her. He meant to take her.
Tonight. Here. Now.
He would not be denied his mate any longer.
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Taking her hand, he led her to the dimly lit bedroom.
Slowly Maggie removed her clothing, watching him study
her. His eyes widened as she stood naked before him.
Approval twined with arousal on his face. His neck chorded
as his entire body seemed to thrum with tension. Maggie s
gaze dropped to his fingers, flexing and bending, and the taut
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