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man.
Perron snorted. I m not asking from curiosity, Balto. She might have latent tendencies only now
coming to full maturity. I wasn t always able to dream travel or experience psychic visions myself. It
developed within the past couple of years with no particular trigger, as far as I could tell. Or it could be that
Sherrie s psychic abilities are brought out by contact with our kind.
Is something like that possible? Sherrie thought of how her senses had expanded when she held
Liberty s hand and how being around John had made her edgy. After sex her senses were heightened as if
she d been wrapped in a thick quilt before and was now uncovered and wide awake.
Anything s possible, Perron answered. Psychic dreaming, precognition, telekinesis and other
mental abilities. Energies can be shifted or mutated in many ways. Sex is one of them.
What am I supposed to do with this power? How does it work?
Maybe you can find this entity with your mind, without holding Liberty s hand, and learn his
strengths and weaknesses.
John moved closer to Sherrie, sliding a hand around her waist. I don t want to put her in danger by
having her let this thing inside her head. Let s start toward the caves and see if we can size him up
physically first.
Grant shrugged. We can head out now as far as I m concerned.
Sherrie will need clothes and hiking gear. I ll get supplies from my shop and be back in a couple of
hours. Meanwhile, she can get some sleep.
Perron gave an impatient sigh. I thought wolves were like Boy Scouts, always prepared, but it looks
like you kidnapped her without much of a plan. Now you have to run an errand and leave me to guard her.
She s not going to be with you.
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Were you planning on leaving her here all alone and unprotected? Grant s eyes widened in an
astonished cat s stare. Sherrie couldn t help smiling.
Safer than leaving her with you. John scooped his discarded shirt from the floor and slipped his
arms into it.
I promise not to disturb the lady s sleep. He pressed his palm over his heart, but the vow was
diminished by the fact that his cock was pointing at Sherrie. She can keep the door locked and bolted.
Go on. I ll be okay. Both flattered and mildly annoyed by his protectiveness, Sherrie squeezed
John s arm. She leaned in to plant a kiss on his cheek, but he turned his head and laid claim to her mouth
with his. The possessive kiss was for Grant s benefit, but Sherrie didn t care. It was hot and deep and
pulled on that thread within her that led straight to her clenching pussy. She gripped the sleeves of John s
unbuttoned shirt and longed to slide her hands up his stomach and chest to feel his warm skin and the solid
muscle beneath. She felt Perron s gaze burning into them, watching and craving, and that made the kiss all
the hotter.
When she finally pulled away from John and glanced at the panther, his eyes were molten gold.
John whispered in her ear, Keep the door locked. He nudged Perron in the back, toward the cabin
door.
Sherrie bolted the door then looked out the window, watching the headlights of the Blazer swing away
and the taillights disappear down the track. She couldn t see Grant in the dark, but felt him out there. Was
he still man or had he turned into his animal form to patrol the night?
Leaving the window, she went to the kitchen for a bottle of water, which she emptied in a few gulps.
She picked up the sleeping bag from the floor and draped it around her shoulders before sitting on the
musty futon. There was no way she could sleep with her brain jumping like she was on speed. One twist
after another had warped her life into an unrecognizable shape and she couldn t stop reliving every moment
of the past day. She also couldn t stop picturing a panther prowling outside the door of the cabin.
She wrapped her arms around her body and lay back with her head on the flat pillow, gazing at the
bolted door. I ve had sex with a wolfman and now I m lusting after a man who turns into a mountain lion.
This has been the weirdest day of my life. Her muscles twitched, and her skin tingled. She d never be able
to fall asleep&
It didn t surprise her when Grant Perron was suddenly standing beside the futon, gazing down at her.
Locked door or not, she d known he would come. His appearance was inevitable. It was her destiny.
He didn t say a word, merely smiled at her, a glorious Apollo of a man with his dark blond hair and
white teeth. He sat beside her on the bed and rested his hand on her belly. Her flesh felt branded by the
heat. She expected to look down and see her skin smoking.
Feel me? His mouth didn t form the words. They were inside her head as he was.
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Is this a dream? But she knew it was no mere dream. On some plane beyond the physical, he was
with her. Yet every sensation was concrete, and there was none of the flighty change of scenery or storyline
that usually accompanied her dreams.
It s real enough. Don t think too hard. Go with it. You can do whatever you want here. There are no
limits.
Sherrie glanced down at her body and saw it was true. Because she wanted to have his hot hand caress
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