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  “Collin?”

  “Cadence?”

  “We just had sex.”

  “Yep, and now, we’re going to have more.”

  “Don’t you think this was rather sudden?”

  “Ahh, I know what’s worrying you.”

  “Do you?”

  “I do. You’re worried this will be a one-night stand.”

  “Well, yeah. Isn’t it?”

  “Oh, hell no it isn’t. Not after that blow of the old meat whistle you just gave me.”

  Cadence began to laugh, her shoulders shaking and tears forming at the corners of her eyes. She should be insulted by his crack about a blow job, but what little conversation they’d had at the coffee shop had been enough to know Collin was the wisest of asses. “That should really piss me off.”

  “But it doesn’t because you already know I’m a smart ass.” He grinned at her again. “I mean it. We just had some of the best nookie I’ve ever had and, begrudgingly, mind you, I am willing to admit that openly. I definitely want to get to know a woman who can make your kind of mattress magic.”

  Cadence lay back against the hard muscle of his arm and he curled it around her, dragging her across his chest. Collin’s hand cupped her breast, thumbing her nipple and moving with the rise and fall of her breathing. “I don’t get it. I’m a firm believer in exclusivity before sex. But -- but -- we -- I…”

  “We clicked. There’s no denying that. We’re adults, Cadence. It really is okay to be this attracted to someone and then act on it. It also doesn’t mean you’ll never see me again. I dare you to try to keep me away from you after that.”

  Collin’s reassuring, slightly arrogant words were followed by his lips, skimming the outline of her own, slipping a silken tongue into her mouth, drawing her into a kiss that left her mind blank and her mouth greedily pressing into his for more.

  The kiss said it all.

  It was one of Cadence’s determining factors in a date, and Collin was game on when it came to a lip lock. He didn’t just ram his tongue down her throat like most of the men she’d granted a kiss. Collin consumed her, devoured her, used that tongue of his like a weapon of mass destruction out to eliminate all other kisses.

  Cadence moaned into his mouth with husky approval.

  Collin tugged the sheet away from the grasp she didn’t realize she had on it. “Don’t cover yourself up with me ever, Cadence. You’re beautiful in the moonlight. I want to see you when my cock slips inside your pussy.”

  Man, these werewolves really had an unrealistic hard-on for the moon. Cadence shifted under his penetrating, blue gaze. His eyes roved her body with apparent, hungry appreciation. Gazing at her lush breasts, he commented on the color of her nipples. “They’re like dark chocolate,” he mumbled as he pushed her to her back. Her nipples rose in response, turning taut and hard. Collin dipped his head to capture one between his lips and suckle it as Cadence undulated beneath him.

  Her hips rose, encouraged, begged for his thick cock to press between them, but Collin took a different path, the path that led to her aching cunt. Wet and glistening with desperate need. The first touch of his tongue to her swollen outer lips had her lower body fighting for control as he swiped that silken tool of pleasure over her, licking and nibbling.

  He took several passes, avoiding dipping into the bundle of nerves that was screaming for satisfaction while his hands smoothed over her thighs, lifting them, parting them so he could position himself between them.

  Collin’s head rose and he hooked her legs over his forearms, hiking her up to his mouth. When his tongue finally touched her clit, it seared Cadence, burned with a painfully pleasurable sting of the release that was sure to come. His tongue slithered around the nub, stroking with precision, swirling around in rhythmic circles until a force of heat slammed into her like a head on collision.

  Cadence bucked against his mouth, lifting herself up on her elbows and letting her head fall back as she ground into his lips.

  The sweet sound of flesh being licked, suckled drove Cadence to lose the last thread of control, and she bit the inside of her cheek to keep the yelp from escaping her throat.

  Her panting was a sharp noise in the still of Collin’s bedroom, rasping and ripped from her lungs.

  Collin let her legs fall to the bed and levered himself over her body. His erection bobbed against her abdomen, teasing and straining against her hot skin. He bracketed Cadence’s head with his strong arms and she ran her hands over the taut, tension filled surface with pleasure, sighing when he sat between the cradle of her hips.

  Cadence reached between them and circled his shaft with a firm hand, caressing the head of his cock and the tiny slit that seeped pre-come. Collin’s groan was muffled against her forehead as he nestled between her thighs and zeroed in on the heated, slick entrance of her passage.

  Chapter Three

  Collin wanted to drive into her much the way he’d done the first time they’d fucked, but he also wanted to savor the exquisite heat that encompassed him when he slid into her welcoming, tightly fisted cunt. So he tortured himself, letting his cock taste but not fully indulge in the sweetness of her pussy. He sat back on his haunches, admiring the fullness of Cadence’s lush curves in the moonlight, her plump rounded breasts, reaching upward. She was as sweet as the caramel candy she claimed her skin was like, as hot and thick as when it was melted over vanilla ice cream.

  His senses roared, licking at the tight sacs that had drawn up snugly against his body. Collin’s will to take this newly erotic ride of lust barely kept him in check, but when Cadence’s pink tongue slipped over her lips, wetting them, he almost lost the rein he had on his primal urge to drown himself in her cunt.

  “I think now would be a good time to make this happen, Collin,” Cadence demanded from beneath him. Her command was breathy and anxious.

  Collin kneaded her full thighs and laughed a wicked reply, “I suppose it would, but then I like to do things in my own time and you’ll thank me for making you wait.” He palmed a breast as he dragged his cock between the plump folds of her pussy, lingering at her clit.

  Watching as her eyes slid closed and her hands gripped the sheets on either side of her, Collin took enormous pleasure in her reactions to his teasing. Each moan was a victory.

  As she fought her obvious impatience to have Collin in her, he gained the time he required to master his need.

  And need her he did. Like nothing before.

  Collin had had plenty of sex, but it wasn’t like this. And if he allowed himself to dwell on it, he’d hit the ground running like the hounds of hell were chasing him and never see Cadence again because it was freaking him out. Not to mention it was wrong… but he wasn’t letting something this fucking fantastic go.

  Not likely. Not after tonight.

  So he chose to focus instead on her flesh, spread before him like a feast fit for a starving man. He inched his cock into the firm grip of her cunt, until Cadence groaned, low, and sexy as hell.

  Collin clamped his jaw shut as he watched her pussy swallow his length, tighten around it, milking it with a slick, greedy grip. His hips began a slow circle while he lowered his frame to the soft, smooth fullness of hers. An “ahhhh” drove from his lips as he settled in her and her arms went around his back, clutching at him and grinding her hips into his.

  Spikes of electricity arced through Collin’s veins, heating them, clawing at his cock, driving him to find relief. Yet he remained almost motionless, shoving his arms under Cadence’s back and drawing her close. He gritted his teeth as her breasts scraped his chest and she rolled her upper body to press them closer. Sweat clung to them, making them wet and slippery. Collin’s hand strayed to her ass, positioning them to lie almost sideways, and he clamped a hand to one full globe, grinding her into him. He threw a thigh over hers, locking her body to his.

  His cock throbbed as he began to stroke, using the strength of his legs and feet to drive deep. Cadence clung to his neck, her eyes opening, then wideni
ng in surprise when Collin hit the spot he’d found she liked best.

  Lunging into her, he then drew back so that the cool air sifted between them, only to plunge into her again, linger, grind against Cadence’s pelvis and draw back again.

  Digging her hands into his hair, Cadence’s body went immediately rigid and she mumbled into his ear, something incoherent and hushed, but defined and urgent in need.

  The roar of his orgasm clutched his balls, tearing through his resolve to hold back. Cadence’s body pressed so tight to his, her skin flushed and smooth against his own, her cunt wet and welcoming, was more than Collin could refuse.

  So he came, with fury and thick come spewing from his engorged cock, jolting out of him and releasing him in a downward spiral of relief.

  They gasped together, collapsing against one another but still clinging to each other.

  Cadence raised her head and her eyes, glazed and shining, sought his. “Dayum,” she said on a laugh as she gasped for air. “You werewolves sure know how to throw down, huh?”

  Collin stared back at her and something flitted across his gaze before he kissed the tip of her nose and said, “Yeah, we can really howl. You oughta know, being one yourself.” He grinned.

  Oops. Yeah, she oughta know, werewolf wannabe that she was. Cadence dismissed the fleeting, odd look on Collin’s face as leftover confusion -- something she too was experiencing. If she was a little freaked out about this whole encounter, Collin had a right to be.

  Whatever the hell had just happened, it had been life altering.

  No one had ever known her body as instinctively, as carnally, as Collin had. She hadn’t had many lovers, and none compared to the sync their bodies shared.

  She knew it and she knew Collin knew it too. Her vampire senses were keen, aware, and something, whatever it was, something monumental, something she knew instinctively in her gut, had just happened and it was huge.

  Maybe all the romantic bullshit really was true?

  Maybe when you found “the one,” it happened like this?

  Yeah, all happily married couples will tell you they found their soul mates on a one-night stand.

  Jesus Christ in a miniskirt.

  She buried her head in the strong column of Collin’s neck to hide her embarrassment.

  “Cadence?”

  “Collin?”

  “Don’t question it.”

  “Oh, okay. If you say I shouldn’t, then I guess I shouldn’t.” Her sarcasm was scathing, but she bit her tongue to keep from flapping her big ole lips in the breeze. Nervousness would only make her tell more lies she’d never be able to explain if the time ever came for explanation.

  Leaning back from her, Collin lifted her chin and rubbed a thumb over it. “I say something just happened between us that was pretty fucking intense. I dunno about you, but I want it to happen again.”

  “So we’ll be fuck buddies?” She flung the words at him like hard stones skipping on a pond and fought the undeniable urge to tell him his newly found fuck buddy was sportin’ fangs.

  “Fuck buddies don’t fuck like that, Cadence. They find relief for their sexual itch and see each other every other Tuesday to do it. That’s not what’s going to happen here. That wasn’t just some itch. It was more than that.”

  “I think the males of the werewolf species have a high bullshit factor when they don’t want to be caught red-handed spewing crap.”

  “And female werewolves are too stupid to figure that out?”

  Well, she’d have to actually be a werewolf to know for sure… Fuck. What had she gotten herself into? “No, we’re not too stupid. We’re cautious and my doggie instincts are always in fifth gear.”

  “Good, then they should tell you I never say anything I don’t mean. Now let’s go make a sandwich and get to know each other like we were supposed to in the coffee shop.”

  Talk.

  He wanted to talk?

  That meant getting to know one another and sharing intimate details. Like the ones that would involve more lying about her paranormal origins.

  This was a predicament.

  A very heinous one indeed.

  She hadn’t planned past meeting him. She’d just wanted to see the yummy hunk in person. Now she’d had yummy sex with the yummy hunk, and he thought she was a fricken’ werewolf.

  Fuck, fuck and fuck again.

  Collin tugged at her arm and offered her a robe. “I never wear it. My mother sent it to me for Christmas last year. It’ll keep you warm.”

  Cadence’s mind raced as she tried to remember what she knew about werewolves. He was bound to ask questions about her people… oh, wait, pack. Werewolves lived in packs. Her limited knowledge was going to fuck her over if she wasn’t careful.

  The less said the better, especially with her big mouth. She could go all mysterious on him and evade, avoid, fly low under the getting-to-know-you radar. Answer a question with a question.

  Cadence slipped into the warmth of the terrycloth robe, even if she couldn’t really feel the cold per se, and followed Collin into his tiny kitchen, plunking down in the chair he offered her.

  “Hungry?” he asked.

  No, um, yes. Yes, if she were a real werewolf, she’d be starving right now, right? Surely after two rounds of a sex-a-thon, werewolves would need nourishment. Thank God her breed of vamp actually enjoyed food. It wasn’t necessary for their survival like blood was, but to fit into society, they could and would eat just like the rest of the humans. Hell, Cadence loved pepperoni pizza. “Yeah, I am a little.”

  “I’m not much of a cook, but I can make a kick ass sandwich. Turkey and Swiss?”

  Turkey? Didn’t werewolves eat rare stuff? “You eat turkey?”

  He shrugged and turned his back to her as he perused the contents of the fridge. “Yeah, don’t you?”

  Answer a question with a question. “Um, yeah?” she squeaked.

  Turning to put the cold cuts on the counter, he narrowed his gaze in her direction. “You okay?”

  Cadence’s discomfort grew. Breathe in, breathe out. Do not hyperventilate from the lies you’re about to spew. “I’m fine. I’ve just never done this before and I’m a little at a loss for words.”

  “Believe it or not, I’ve never done this before either.”

  So he wasn’t as much of a dog as his ancestry would claim. “Really?”

  Collin crossed the small square of linoleum and captured her chin in his broad hand. “Really. Relax, Cadence. I’m not the big bad wolf.”

  Yeah, well if you wanted to get technical, neither was she.

  Chapter Four

  Fabricator.

  Falsehood teller.

  Fraud.

  Fucking liar.

  Those words and more winged through Cadence’s head as she sat at her computer and researched werewolves. After playing Secret Agent Man with Collin for the last seven nights, Cadence knew that fucked had become a literal scenario in more ways than one.

  She’d dodged, avoided, and ducked all of his “pack” questions on their first night while they’d eaten sandwiches in his dimly lit kitchen. He sure was inquisitive. Collin wanted to know all about her family. Who was the Alpha in her pack, where did they eat small wildlife, was it hard to keep yourself well groomed, et cetera, et cetera.

  She had to tell him. How long could she go on keeping him believing she was going to turn into a fluffy puppy when, in reality, she had incisors and a lust for O negative?

  Nervous tension and guilt were ugly bedfellows. She’d slept with them for a week now, all while she and Collin did each other in as many free hours as they could find and e-mailed all day long when they couldn’t.

  For Cadence, Collin was the kind of man that once you learned something about him, you wanted to learn more. Each tidbit he revealed was a tender, juicy morsel of information she kept and she got back in the buffet line for another helping.

  Their conversations weren’t just about the sex they had and their seemingly insatiable need for
one another, but ranged from favorite television shows to politics. The gamut was enormous and it depended solely on the ease with which they were able to communicate. Their brains functioned on the same wavelength or something. The more time they spent together, the more Cadence knew she’d eventually have to tell him the truth.

  She had to tell someone. Someone who would understand why she’d done something so utterly impulsive and completely out of character for her. Someone who would help her to understand what the fuck she was thinking when she’d hatched this plan. Her guilt wouldn’t allow her not to confess.

  To someone…

  Pam. Pam would help.

  Cadence grabbed her phone and hit the speed dial.

  “Hey, Elvira! We still doin’ lunch on Friday?”

  Did Pam have lunch with liars? Oh, God… “Hey, Pam. Yeah, we’re still on for lunch. I need to talk to you. I mean, I really need to talk to you.”

  “Did you have another shitty date?”

  If only Collin had been an asshole extraordinaire, this would be so much easier. “Not exactly.”

  “Okay, so talk. What’s wrong?”

  “I had sex. The best sex I think I’ve ever had.”

  Pam whistled into the phone. “Did you get new batteries for B.O.B.? This calls for a celebration!”

  Cadence would have laughed at Pam’s crack about her prudish nature if this involved anything prude like. “No, I had it with a real live guy.”

  “Guuuurrrlll! Go on with your bad self! How the hell did this happen? Last I knew you hadn’t met anyone you even liked enough to have two cups of coffee with.”

  Damned coffee… “It just happened. I don’t know why it happened or how we got from a coffee shop to his bed. It just did.”

  Her cackle was maniacal. “Beats B.O.B., don’t it?”

  With a stick… “Yes, yes, it beats B.O.B. That’s not the problem, Pam. I have a serious problem and it isn’t just that I had sex three minutes into my first date ever with this guy. It’s that he’s a werewolf!”