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friction. Her pussy buzzed with his every move, his hard cock straining against his costume, begging for release. She could feel the wave of orgasm building inside of her belly, until she was sure she would explode. The hard knot of delicious tension tightened and tightened until she couldn’t stand it anymore.
    “Come for me.”
    She did, with a force that terrified and thrilled her, and Marshall crushed his lips to hers, trying to swallow her screams of release. His kiss was rough, and passionate as he abandoned the soft exploration he began with, for a deep, claiming kiss that left her breathless.
    The orgasm wildly ripped through her body, rendering her temporarily blind of all activity in the room, as every single drop of pleasure was squeezed through her body as his hands caressed and molded her flesh. When it finally released her, she collapsed, utterly spent against him. His arms tightened around her to hold her up.
    But despite the relief she’d been craving for over a month, her pussy still throbbed, her nipples still ached.
    “More,” she rasped when he finally tore his lips from hers. “I want more,”
    He gazed down at her silently, as though gauging her, for a full minute. “Are you sure?”
    She nodded. “I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life.” She was surprised to discover it was true. She had never jumped into bed with someone she didn’t know, and even though he’d been her neighbor for over a month, she definitely didn’t know Marshall Reede. The sizzling aura of danger around him should have had her running for the hills, but all it did was make her want him even more.
    He sucked in a breath. “You should know something before we go any further.” His eyes were suddenly serious, and he bit on his bottom lip, as though he was trying to think of the words to make her understand.
    “What is it?” She didn’t care; whatever it was.  What could he ever possibly say that would snuff out her blazing need for his touch?
    “I’m not like you.”
    “You’re a –…”
    “Yes. I’m a shifter.” 
    Isabella stiffened. The werewolves had come out publicly several years ago, and were accepted members of society even though they were still very much feared, and in some areas, despised. She’d heard stories about humans falling in love with them and becoming part of the pack. Not exactly something she was thrilled about being a part of.
    “This… thing between us. It’s what is referred to as a mating call.” He ran a hand down her arm and she shivered at his touch. “Our bodies have recognized each other, but that doesn’t mean you have to accept me. Having sex the first time won’t bond us instantly. But it will help take off the edge.”
    “Take off the edge?” She wet her lips, and squeezed her legs together, which were trembling with the force of her need. Regardless of her apprehension, she so desperately needed the edge taken off that she probably would have been willing to have sex with him even if it did mean they would be mated. “Yes,” she breathed, shamelessly in need of all that he was offering. “Take the edge off. Please, Marshall.”
    His face broke into a sinfully wicked grin, and his eyes sparkled with desire. “Come with me.”
    Marshall led her across the ballroom floor, and out through the double doors. His mind raced as he turned right and headed down the hall, wondering where he should take her. The mansion was owned by a friend of Trey’s, and he’d been to it enough times to know it like the back of his hand. He wanted them to be somewhere special when he claimed her, somewhere she would feel comfortable.
    He looked back at her to see her worrying that full lower lip with her teeth, then darting out her pink tongue to lick it again. He hissed, imagining that tongue stroking his cock, swirling around the head before she took him into her mouth. The image alone was almost enough to make him lose control and take her right there outside the