CHAPTER 4

Duggan walked into the house, closing the door behind him. He inhaled deeply and he smelled her. His Ellie.

He turned slowly. She leaned against the doorway. He watched as she walked toward him, a vision slinking in silk.

He would forever have this image of her etched into his memory.

“Hello, Duggan.”

He didn’t answer her but watched as she stopped before him. Then he couldn’t help himself and reached out to take her hand, tugging her just a little bit closer toward him.

“A kiss, please, Ellie.” His voice was deeper than usual, husky with need.

She rose to her tiptoes and pressed a dutiful kiss to his lips. He stood still as something flickered across Ellie’s eyes. And then she surprised him. She raised herself again and pressed another kiss to his gently parted lips. She even flicked her tongue out, meeting his. A woman satisfying her curiosity.

He should have let her do whatever she was curious about. But he groaned and the sound scared her.

It must have sounded more like a growl to Ellie. And the growl reminded her of her fears. She pulled away quickly and took a step back from him, eyes large in her face like a skittish fawn.

And now Duggan remembered patience. Now, after the moment was ended.

“Thanks for meeting me, Ellie. Is dinner ready yet? I’m a little early.” He kept his voice calm and soft, like soothing a colt.

“I don’t think so,” she whispered. “You’re early. Jonathan’s not even around. He’s outside somewhere.”

“Probably taking a break from greeting me himself.”

Duggan made a self-deprecating joke? Did she hear correctly? Her own dry humor rose to the surface. “Probably. If you have him greet you the same way.”

Duggan looked at her in shock before he laughed.

Ellie had never heard Duggan laugh. She laughed along with him and then Jonathan was there, his eyes sparkling.

“Did I miss something interesting? Are you finished working? Why are you home so early?”

“Yes. Yes. To spend time with Ellie.” Duggan looked into her eyes as he spoke and she blushed, glancing down.

“Okay then. I’ll check and see how dinner’s moving along,” Jonathan said.

“No rush. I’ll grab a shower and change.”

He held out his hand for Ellie to take, holding his breath. He didn’t know what he’d do if she refused it.

She didn’t. She took his hand and walked with him up the stairs. Silently they made their way to their suite, fingers entwined. Once there, he led her to the vanity chair in the bathroom to sit.

He undressed before her, casually, as though nudity meant nothing to him. While he showered, she could watch through the glass shower door. He soaped himself slowly, methodically. Her own personal striptease, not enough to taunt her, just enough to make her wonder if he did it on purpose.

His body was incredible, muscular and taut. His thighs were hugely muscled and as he turned sideways, one of those thighs blocked her view of more private things.

The beautiful sculpture she wanted to study. The veins she wanted to trace. It was so hard to believe that she’d glimpsed Brian’s and it was horrifyingly ugly. Duggan could wipe the ugliness away in a minute.

After the shower, with his hair still wet, he came to her. Her stomach quivered as she watched him approach.

But he just did what he normally did. He tasted her. He licked along her collarbone, leaving his scent. He nibbled at her lips. Her ear.

Lower, just once. He lowered a strap off one shoulder and sucked at a breast.

And she enjoyed it. She tried not to let him know, because the thought horrified her. But she did. To the point she wanted more.

It was the same the next day when dinner was over. She was helping Patrick in the hallway, holding light bulbs for him to replace, when Duggan approached.

“I’ve been looking for you, Ellie mine,” he said softly.

“What did you need?”

“Just your attention.”

“My attention? You have it now.”

“Then come with me.”

Ellie looked up at Patrick, who smiled indulgently and waved her away. She put down the bulbs and placed her smaller hand in Duggan’s. He walked her to the other side of the house.

He opened a door to a large room where soft music played. The lighting was dim. It was a ballroom.

“It’s beautiful.”

“I’m glad you like it. Dance?”

He held his hand out to her and Ellie took it. They danced slowly and then it was faster. Soon they were swing dancing and she giggled between twirls. Until they collapsed, exhausted.

“I need to get in shape,” Duggan complained, staring at the ceiling from his position on the floor.

“If you were any more in shape, you wouldn’t have enough skin to cover all those muscles.”

One eyebrow raised. “Ellie, you’ve noticed my muscles?”

“How could I miss them?” she giggled. “Why, they’re obscene. Give me a fat old bald guy any day.”

“I thought you’d prefer a pampered pansy with dyed hair and shiny nails.”

“Had that. Remember?”

“Ahh but did you prefer him?” he asked, still teasing.

Ellie grew serious. “No, I can’t say that I did.”

Duggan sucked his breath in. Patience, remember the patience, he reminded.

Ellie yawned.

“Let’s go to bed. You’re tired.”

“Okay.”

He surprised her by lifting her and carrying her across the house.

“You don’t need to carry me.”

“Shh. Let me show you these muscles aren’t just for looks.”

They arrived at their bedroom and Duggan set her on the bed where he removed her gown for her. It no longer embarrassed Ellie—she was used to him gazing at her naked body. In fact, she liked the look in his eyes when he wanted her so immensely. Then she watched as he stripped his own clothing off. And this time she didn’t look away when she saw the hardness of his cock.

She knew he wanted her.

She crawled into bed, not minding when he cuddled her closely. Didn’t even mind when he licked the side of her neck. Still didn’t mind when he sucked at the same lick, giving her a hickey. More than that, she knew he’d marked her.

Prepared her.

She fell asleep, content with strong arms around her.

Duggan stayed home the next day and together with Jonathan sat on the huge front porch. He and Jonathan were deep in conversation and Ellie was quiet as she pondered her situation now. It no longer seemed so bad.

She watched Duggan, aware that she could do worse. So he changed once a month. So did she, technically. He was handsome, stunningly so. And he was strong. Protective. Okay, maybe a little too much. Bordering on obsessive.

But she wanted him. She couldn’t help herself, she did. Niggling fear still tugged at her reasoning. If she accepted him, what would happen? What would happen during that time of the month when he changed? Would he want to have her like that? As a monster?

The thought turned her stomach. Oh Lord, it was too much to think about.

Then, the week that Ellie never knew she had was over. She was aware that something was up. Duggan was acting strangely. He was more tense than usual and much more possessive. He refused to let her out of his sight.

That night she went up to their room to get a little distance. He followed. She went into the bathroom, where he tried to follow.

“Duggan, I’m going to the bathroom.” Exasperated, she closed the door on him, locking it.

Finishing up, she opened the door to find him still there. She pushed around him and went to brush her hair, sitting at the vanity with her back to him. He came up behind her, watching her in the mirror.

“I imagine you’re going to brush my hair for me?”

“Would you like me to?”

“No. I can do it. Why are you being so overprotective today? We were getting along fine. I was starting to like you.”

“Starting to like me? You love me, Ellie. And I love you.”

“We really don’t know each other well enough.”

“Are you lying, Ellie mine? Because I know what I feel and I can’t believe you don’t know what you feel. I love you, I want you and I need you. Tonight,” he whispered, leaning in toward her ear.

It dawned on her then. She leapt off the vanity chair, putting distance between them.

“Duggan, we’ve been living together for a week. Only a week.”

“So it’s time.” He growled.

“Humans need more time than a week,” she said, taking a step backward.

He stepped forward. “Wolves don’t. They consummate immediately. I gave you a week. A week that hurt, that ripped into my soul every day it dragged on.”

“I don’t want to sleep with you, Duggan,” she gasped, keeping the bed between them as he stalked her. Sometimes she was ready but when faced with the reality…

“I’ve been patient, Ellie. Do you know what I’ve risked? If other wolves know the patience I’ve shown you, I’d be in daily fights for my title.”

“The wolves can smell you on me. You lick me always.”

“That is but one bodily fluid they are scenting, Ellis. Why do you think I keep you hidden in the house? It’s time they smelled more than that. Our scents need to morph into each other, as one.”

“I thought you kept me trapped so I wouldn’t run.”

Duggan’s head snapped up. His green eyes glittered as he snarled, “Don’t you ever, ever think of running. I’d kill you before you got the chance.”

He circled the bed toward her and Ellie circled opposite him.

“Duggan, you’re scaring me. Please, please don’t do this.”

He stopped his stalking and clenched his eyes shut as he tried to control himself. “What is it that frightens you, Ellie? What do you fear? The act itself?”

Ellie glanced down at the bulge in his jeans. “Yes.”

“Are you a virgin, Ellie?”

“Yes.”

“Shit,” he exploded. “How the hell can a married woman be a virgin?”

Ellie didn’t answer, knowing he didn’t really expect one. She’d only been married for one day, after all.

Duggan took a deep breath. “Would you like my brother to take your virginity instead, Ellie?” he growled.

“Jonathan?”

“Of course, Jonathan,” he snapped, the anger making his voice curt. “Do you know another brother of mine?”

“I don’t feel that way about Jonathan.”

“Apparently you don’t feel that way about me either. But it doesn’t matter, because one day you will be mine. I’m merely offering you a chance to be broken in more gently.”

Could she sleep with Jonathan? Her friend for years? He was certainly attractive enough. How would they act afterwards? Apparently she was thinking about it too long, for Duggan had approached her round the bed before she realized it.

Ellie yelped and he threw her onto the bed, ripping yet another gown from her body. She lay naked before him, lying still, not wanting to rile him further. He ripped off his own clothes and then he was on top of her, his hard cock pressing into her soft flesh as he ground his pelvis into hers. His eyes glittered wildly and his mouth plundered hers. His tongue swept her mouth and then trailed down her jaw to her ear.

Ellie shivered despite herself. His hand squeezed her breast. She tried to push him away but his hands slapped hers effortlessly away.

“Jonathan said I never need to fear rape in this house,” she whispered, afraid to anger him more.

“I will not rape you, Ellie,” he ground out between clenched teeth.

He captured a nipple in his mouth, biting gently. He groaned. “Fantasy is nothing like the reality.”

Fire took over Ellie’s fear, sending flames to lick between her thighs. The same thighs that he parted to accommodate the width of his body pressed against her groin.

“But I have no control left to be gentle,” he muttered, still biting and sucking his way down her body. He stopped at the tender flesh where he most wanted to be and flung both of her legs over his shoulders. His hands cupped her buttocks, bringing her up directly to his face.

Ellie felt a momentary embarrassment, splayed open to his view. Duggan gazed at the tender flesh before him. She was delicate, all white skin with pink folds. Dainty, like an exotic orchid. He dipped a finger into her warmth.

“You’re tight. Not very wet. No matter. Have you ever had your pussy sucked?”

Ellie was aware of instant heat when his mouth descended. Her entire nether region was afire. Duggan kept his whole mouth covering her and snaked his tongue out to flick over her clit. He was relentless, his tongue flicking harshly back and forth over the sensitive organ as if he commanded it to swell. He then sucked at it, the sensations making Ellie arch her back and press her pussy firmly against his teeth. He left her clit to dip his tongue deep into her entrance, snaking in and out, over and over.

Wetness flowed. Over, in and around her. Her breath came in quivering gasps. She was close, so close to something unknown, that she almost forgot she was afraid. Afraid of something. All she knew right now was she ached for the massive cock that was grinding into the bed at this moment. Although she had no idea what she’d do with it once she got it.

Duggan lifted his face long enough to growl. “Wrap your thighs around my face. I’m going to make you come. You’re wet enough now.”

His mouth glistened with her juices. It was too erotic to spark her usual embarrassment and she wrapped her pale, slender thighs around him.

“Tighter, Ellie. Lock me to your sweet pussy if you want to come in my mouth.”

She could feel his breath on her swollen flesh as he spoke. He refused to dip his mouth back down to her though, until she squeezed her thighs around his head, forcing his mouth to slam against her cunt. He opened his mouth, locking his heat back onto her mound, and sucked fiercely. He rhythmically sucked then released until the cream flowed from her body and a spiral began deep inside. He caught the tail end of that spiral and sucked it from her, exploding it into a million fragments and causing her to scream into the night as her body bucked and clenched against his face. Stars burst before her eyes and she closed them as her heart threatened to explode from her chest.

Her breathing began to slow as her quivering body finally began to calm. She opened her eyes to find Duggan stretched back up along her body, staring.

He ground his mouth to hers, still rough, letting her taste herself on him.

“I’ll give you two days to think about my offer.”

And then he was gone. His offer? He still thought she might rather have Jonathan take her virginity? Hell, he could have taken it now. She would have begged for it right before her climax. When her passage was so slippery and swollen and she just wanted to be filled to capacity.

When she was able, Ellie crawled across the bed to take a shower. Her hand dipped into something wet and sticky in the silk sheets and she colored as she realized it was where Duggan had been grinding his groin.

It was his seed.

Ellie quickly changed the silk sheets before she showered. She firmly smashed them down into the laundry chute before taking a hot shower where her body still quivered and throbbed.

But felt so good.

She entered the bedroom again, relieved to find Duggan had still not returned. She slipped into the freshly made bed to sleep, knowing he’d be back to spoon with her.

* * * * *

She was surprised when, come morning, she awoke alone. For the first time since her capture, Duggan had left her by herself. She quelled the momentary feeling of dismay. What the hell was wrong with her? She wanted to be left alone, right? Why would it bother her?

A soft knock interrupted her thoughts and before she could call out, Jonathan poked his head in. Finding her awake, he approached the bed and climbed in.

“I’m naked here,” she snapped.

“I’m perfectly aware of it. Just as I can smell a new scent from your body. Not yet that of Duggan’s seed mingling deep within you but a scent of female satisfaction. So much sweeter than plain female arousal.” Jonathan’s voice had thickened. Arousal hit his own body from the smell.

“You’re creeping me out. I take it Duggan has shared his ‘offer’ with you too?”

“Yup.” Jonathan’s voice became serious. “You don’t understand the strength it takes, Ellie. Werewolves are possessive. They never, ever share. Another wolf would kill me just for speaking to you without him present. And here Duggan has allowed me to be alone with you, to be friends with you, to lie in a bed with you naked.”

“He wants you to take my virginity.”

“That’s the plan. He made you the offer, now he’s aroused you so that it makes it easier for me to seduce you. When your virginity is gone, you’ll be only his again.”

“How do you feel about it?”

“I obey my alpha, Ellie. I love you to death but if Duggan wants something done, I follow his wishes.”

“You’d seduce me for Duggan? Despite our friendship?”

“I would impregnate you if Duggan wished.”

Jonathan slowly inched the sheet down to her waist, exposing her breasts. Surprisingly, she let him. He trailed his finger over the plump roundness. He allowed his finger to snake across to her nipple, where he used a thumb to press it gently inward. Electricity sparked at the contact and Ellie felt the now familiar pool of desire moisten the walls of her pussy again.

Jonathan watched her eyes while he seduced her, lowering the sheet yet farther to expose more for his viewing pleasure. He tore his eyes away to gaze at the triangle between her thighs. After he looked his fill, he let his fingers trail down to the reddish curls that masked her femininity.

His finger parted through the curls, tracing a path between her trembling nether lips.

Ellie took a deep breath and closed her eyes. Her breath quivered in her lungs as he dipped into her pussy juices, bringing his fingers up to his mouth and sucking them clean right in front of her.

Ahh, Ellie thought, like his brother, Jonathan certainly does know about seduction.

He trailed his saliva-soaked fingers up the middle of her body again to tweak a nipple, then back down toward her cunt. She looked directly into his eyes and deliberately spread her thighs wide, offering herself up for his pleasure. She watched his green eyes darken as he realized her acquiescence.

The door opened. Both turned their lust-filled gazes to the doorway to see Duggan standing there. And then he was gone, just like that.

And just like that, Ellie came to her senses. “Jonathan, wait.”

“For what, Ellie?” he whispered, his voice husky. “It’s what Duggan wants.”

She placed her hand on his, stopping his finger where it was slowly massaging her tight clitoris.

“It really should be Duggan who takes my virginity.” Her voice was final.

Jonathan’s face broke into a smile. “You’re letting him have it?”

She nodded. “As you’ve said to me repeatedly, I must get used to my new life. While he still scares me, I’ve come to accept that he wants me for his mate.”

“Dammit. You couldn’t have decided fifteen minutes ago?”

He glanced ruefully at his painfully tight jeans, the unmistakable bulge ready to burst his snaps.

“Duggan will have my virginity. But I can help you relieve some of that pressure…” she whispered seductively, letting her own fingers trail enticingly over his bulge.

It was rock-hard and ripe beneath her fingers. She felt his warmth through the fabric of the jeans and a moan escaped his throat at her touch. She hurriedly unsnapped his jeans to free him and Jonathan whipped them from his legs. She yanked his shirt over his head, wanting to touch his chest. He was well-defined, muscular, so much like his brother.

So familiar to her. “Jonathan, show me how to, you know. Go down on a guy.”

“You want to know for Duggan?” he asked, looking into her eyes.

She nodded.

“Try your instincts. I’ll say yes, no, more, or what’s next.”

She straddled his body, covering his cock between her warm thighs. She angled her breast toward his mouth, watching while he took the tip between his lips.

She pulled it from his mouth and trailed her own mouth over his body. She licked at a small, firm nipple. She licked a path down the spiral of masculine hair that pointed toward his jutting cock.

“That’s it, Ellie.” His voice was husky.

She reached his cock and swiped her tongue across the tip, tasting him. His taste exploded in her mouth and she took the entire head into her warm wetness, wanting more, wanting it all. She was surprised, for not feeling that way about Jonathan had certainly changed.

“God yes. That’s it.”

She sucked at the head of his penis, wetting it thoroughly. She then trailed her tongue over the shaft, tracing the veins she saw.

“Oh Ellie,” Jonathan moaned as he thrust with his hips. “Take the whole thing into your mouth.”

She opened wide, letting his whole cock in. He thrust very gently, very slowly with his hips.

“Relax, Ellie,” he crooned. “Relax your throat. I’m going deeper.”

She took a breath and inhaled deeply, forcing herself to loosen up.

“That’s it, exactly,” Jonathan murmured, his voice deep. “God, Ellie, you feel so good.” His hand bunched in her hair, smoothing it away from her face so he could watch his erection slide in and out.

His words alone made her pussy cream. She clenched her thighs together tightly, aware that she could climax from the squeezing pressure of her thighs alone.

“Ellie, you’ll have to stop,” he bit out harshly. “I’m very close and I’m not allowed to come in you. Anywhere.”

She let his cock pop out of her mouth and gave the tip another lick with her tongue. He shuddered.

“I mean it. Duggan will have our heads if we come in each other. It will mingle our scents and drive him insane. He’d be forced to kill both of us, if the other wolves smell our mingled scents. There’s no such thing as affairs in the werewolf community. Noses are too sensitive.”

Ellie raised herself back up to the pillow opposite Jonathan’s. They glanced at each other, smiling ruefully. Jonathan grabbed her hand and took it down to her pussy. He showed her how to pull and rub her own clit, until she took up the massage herself.

“That’s it,” he crooned. “Spread your pussy so I can see the pink inside. Let me watch. Insert your fingers and thrust your hips, like I’m slowly fucking you.”

He lowered his own hand to his hard cock, pumping it furiously. She watched his eyes glaze over and he grabbed his discarded shirt to catch his seed so it wouldn’t spurt anywhere near her.

She was manipulating her own clit just as furiously, so eager to come hard. She spread her pussy for Jonathan’s view with two fingers and used her other hand to elongate the sensitive organ.

“Can you feel yourself starting to come, Ellie?”

“Mmmm,” she murmured. Her entire body was beginning to hum.

“Come for me. Let me watch.”

That did it. Her body burst apart and her hips bucked wildly. Her fingers frantically swirled over her clit as she came, moaning. Gushing her juice all over slender thighs.

“Oh God, that was wonderful,” she panted. “It’s your turn.”

His eyes glittered, a murky green so much darker than Duggan’s. “When he comes in your mouth, Ellie, swallow the spurts. Swallow and swallow.” She watched as his hand made his cock start to come. The purple engorged head of his cock swelled, the tiny hole at the very tip opened and she watched seed erupt before he covered it with the shirt and pumped more furiously than before. He moaned through his release, still touching himself. “After he comes, clean his cock with your tongue. Suck his balls and he’ll swell again, swell for more fucking. Lick the little hole clean.” His voice deepened as he gripped his cock. He loosened the shirt to show her. There was a spill of seed glistening in his shirt but it was his cock she stared at. Its head had swollen to nearly twice its size, looking purple and bulbous compared to the rest of it.

She wondered how that would feel deep inside her body where it ached.

“We’re werewolf, Ellie. We swell and lock into you to come for several more minutes. More seed will flood your body, to impregnate you. I can’t touch myself now or I’ll come again for several more minutes. Duggan probably won’t want to impregnate you right away either, so he may pull out before he swells.”

“Show me,” she demanded.

He grasped his cock firmly once again, stroking the silky skin expertly, and she watched until his eyes rolled back into his head. His cock erupted immediately, huge wads of cum erupting from the tip like a furious volcano. It caught the shirt, soaking it.

She fucked herself with her own fingers, thrusting her hips back and forth onto her hand. He was right. The continuation of his orgasm lasted several minutes while Jonathan moaned and quivered uncontrollably. She watched, fascinated, until his body finally quieted. Until her moans echoed his as another flood of honey coated her fingers when the orgasm rushed through her.

“That’s amazing,” she panted softly.

“You have no idea,” he grinned. “Shower with me?”

She smiled back, glad that the friendship was so easily regained. She watched when he wiped off his cock with the shirt in his left hand and held out his right hand to her. He helped her from the bed and shoved his shirt into the laundry chute as they passed it.

After adjusting the water temperature in Duggan’s huge shower, Jonathan helped her in so they could share the shower spray. He soaped her gently, his fingers passing efficiently between her legs as he soaped clean every trace of her fluids. He washed her entire body for her, massaging her shoulders for a couple of minutes while he cleaned her back.

He even dipped his soaped fingers and washed the crack of her ass. Surprisingly, she didn’t mind. She was boneless, floating in the relaxed state of the afterglow. He switched off the shower long enough to enclose her in Duggan’s towel. It was slightly damp and she shivered.

“I know it’s a little cold. But we need to rub Duggan’s scent back onto you, so it won’t make him crazy with jealousy. I’d like to keep my cock, even though he gave his permission. Go sit at the vanity and wait for me.”

She wandered to the golden chair where she sat with the towel wrapped around her for several minutes, watching him shower, rubbing soap into every spot of his body. She waited until the water was turned off and he began toweling before she left the bathroom, tossing her towel into the chute and opening Duggan’s dresser for another of her nightgowns. This one was black, harsh against her skin but stunning and dramatic.

Jonathan walked out of the shower and put his jeans back on, leaving his chest bare. He sniffed her.

“Good. I smell him on you again. But don’t be surprised if he licks you to add fresh scent to you. He’s probably feeling insecure after watching us together. Though he’d never admit it. You can wait here or go find Duggan. I need to get another shirt.”

She nodded and left the room to find Duggan. He was downstairs on the front porch, drinking a cup of coffee.

She felt her heart clench. He looked so lonely standing there, waiting for her and Jonathan to have sex.

She never stopped to think. She walked directly behind him and wrapped her arms around his waist, pressing her cheek to his back. She felt him inhale sharply, then relax and clasp her hand under his. He set the coffee on the railing and pulled her to the front of him. They stood like that for long moments, her petite body wrapped in his strong arms. He lowered his mouth, kissing the top of her head. She pressed her face into his chest, afraid to look at him.

She became vaguely aware of another presence. A set of boots, thumping up the steps.

Duggan’s arms tightened around her as he lifted his head to greet the visitor.

“Make yourself comfortable in the study. I’ll be right there.”

“Yes sir,” the male voice responded. She heard the footsteps walk away.

Duggan grabbed a fistful of hair and tugged, pulling her head back to gaze into her eyes. “I’ll be busy all day today. Tonight?”

She knew what he was asking. Was she ready to take his cock? She nodded. Definitely tonight. He ground his mouth down to hers before breaking away and dropping to the bench on the porch. Sitting in front of her, he slipped one strap from her shoulder, baring a breast to his view. He sucked the pink tip sweetly, eliciting a moan from her lips.

He stood back up, slipping the gown in place again.

“Tomorrow I’ll take you shopping for clothes.” The arrogance was back in his voice.

Ellis stood on her tiptoes and pressed a gentle kiss to his lips. He kissed her forehead before stepping inside. She turned to face the morning sun, feeling it warm against her face, the exposed top of her chest. Seeing Duggan’s coffee that he’d left, she picked it up and sipped. Jonathan had been right, he’d marked her with his scent again.

She drank half the coffee before returning inside to refill the cup. When it was steaming, she knocked on the door to the study.

“Enter.”

She brought Dugan his coffee. He smiled gratefully, holding her still with an arm around her waist while he tasted it. He was proud of her, she realized. Proud that she was his and he was showing her off to the other werewolf in the room.

He’d noted that she drank half, she thought wryly as his eyes lit with the sudden knowledge. Must have been that sense of smell.

“It’s perfect,” he told her, his voice suddenly husky.

She was aware of his werewolf watching. So she bent and pressed a kiss to Duggan’s lips.

“I’m borrowing your t-shirt and shorts. Jonathan’s taking me to the gardens today.”

His gaze was suddenly sharp. “Be careful. Don’t get close to the edges of the property.”

She raised her eyebrows. “I’m with Jonathan. He’ll know where the boundaries are.”

He relaxed slightly. She took his face in her hands and kissed him again.

“We’ll be back before you’re done working.” She nodded to the werewolf and left.

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