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Rane druers on the arm of the chair “I just wish I kneho sent hi for someone else?” The idea chilled her to the bone She wanted to believe that, with the Werewolf’s death, her worries were over

“Just a hunch I keep asking myself why a Wereould want the books, and why a Werewolf and a Vaether”

“So he wasn’t the Werewolf you smelled at my house?”

“No” Rane ran a hand over his jaw “I can understand why a Vampire would want the books, but a Werewolf…?” He shook his head “Unless…”

“Unless?”

“I don’t know Va, but I haven’t heard of any Va spree For one thing, Mara wouldn’t stand for it So that leaves the Werewolves and the shape-shifters” He shook his head again “I’d rule out the shifters, so that leaves the Wolves Maybe they want to start another war Maybe…hell, I don’t know”

“You never answered my question,” Savanah reminded him after a moment “Will you stay with me?”

Savanah felt a flutter of exciteained his feet and walked toward her, his movements slow and deliberate as he closed the short distance between thelinting with desire Her body warain

There was a lot to be said for being in love with a Vaht as Rane lifted her into his ar her to his chest with one hand, he slipped his other hand under her sweater to caress her belly It sent shivers of anticipation racing down her spine Aher brsts, his breath burning through her bra to warm the skin beneath as he carried her upstairs

The bedroom was dark, the drapes drawn across the s

After setting her on her feet, he quickly divested Savanah of her bra, jeans, and panties; then, sitting on the edge of the bed, he drew her into the vee of his thighs

“Beautiful,” heup, he cupped her face in his hands Drawing her head down, he kissed her eyelids, her cheeks, the pulse throbbing in her throat, careful to avoid the chain around her neck No doubt it would burn him when they ue swept over her lips, parting theainst her own filled her with a sharp stab of desire

When she thought shehi her down on top of hiroaned softly, certain she would expire on the spot if he didn’t make love to her

He showered her with kisses His hands , exploring, as if he had never touched her before He worshiped her with his gaze, with his lips, each touch of his hands stroking skin that yearned foras she pulled his T-shirt over his head She winced when her fingertips brushed against the ugly burn on his neck After she dropped his T-shirt on the floor, he obligingly removed his sweatpants and tossed theainst her heated flesh

“Are you sure about this?” she asked “It won’t hurt you to…”

“It will hurt more not to”