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“Time should’ve eased the pain. Instead, I felt as though the pain grew roots and was taking permanent hold over me.”

“You saved me again.” Her voice broke and she wiggled, trying to get down, but I couldn’t let her go. “Mac, put me down.”
“I can’t.” I held her tighter, my nose pressed against her neck, breathing in her scent. She was beginning to warm up. Her heartbeat was strong, but I couldn’t shake the image of her lifeless body from my head.”

“I couldn’t walk away now. It was too late for that. I was crazy about her. I wanted her next to me in my bed every night, and still there when I awoke every morning. One night and I was completely fucked. She owned me.”

When her body met mine with a soft exhale, I had an overwhelming urge to claim her. To brush her hair back, expose the soft, silky skin of her throat, and claim her with a mark to show the world that this woman was mine—that she and I had an unbreakable bond. That I was the only man lucky enough to spend the rest of his days touching, kissing, and pleasuring the incredible woman in my arms.

“I was struck with the overwhelming sense that she belonged here, and that sense overruled every carefully thought out argument I’d made”

I almost kissed a man who wasn’t my boyfriend.Well, technically, he almost kissed me. But I would have kissed him back! And I’d wanted him to kiss me. I’d wanted him to touch me and kiss me and cart me off to some romantic, secluded spot and make love to me under the stars.I felt a connection to Mac, the kind of connection I’d been trying so hard to form with Adam.

If there was one consolation prize in this nightmarish ordeal,it was being helped down the ladder by Hulk the hunky firefighter.The man was delicious,calling him Hulk was no exaggeration.My rescuer was so big he made me feel petite.It wasnt often that I was around a man who made me feel petite and,based on the part of his anatomy pressed against my left butt cheek,there was nothing small about him.Hulk was packing.

“What I thought was an adorable little ball of fluff was really an evil demon-spawn armed with a skillset of Machiavellian maneuvers. As soon as it coaxed me up here with its lies and trickery, the fiendish furball ditched me.”

“Her scent still swirled around me. It floated on the air, wafted over me, wound its way into my nostrils, and turned me into lust-riddled, hormone-flooded, instinct-driven animal.”

“My wolf danced circles beneath my skin. The fucker was clawing to get out and cozy up to this sultry-voiced woman with the perfectly rounded ass cheeks. I was daydreaming about slipping my tongue beneath the little swath of pink cotton which barely concealed the most delicious aroma on the planet.
Mate.”