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took in shallow breaths, huffing them out. Panting. By the spirit of the Great Hawk. Panting . And her respiratory difficulty had nothing to do with the exertion of her flight, with their race in the moonlight. And everything to do with the potent, raw male strength displayed before her. Good thing the abundant summer foliage had kept her out of sight.
    She hadn’t been able to tear her gaze from him. Her vocabulary failed her after spectacular. Magnificent. Powerful. Someone smarter than she needed to invent new words for this male.
    He’d blinked one eye open and stared up at the lightening heavens, searched the leafy boughs of the massive sycamore that hid her.
    Or did it?
    “A good run, wasn’t it, Annabel Lee?”
    His arms and legs spoked out from his sides.
    An enormous erection jutted skyward.
    He made no effort to hide it.

 
     
     
Chapter Two
     
     
    Brick stacked the cord of green firewood on a pallet in a corner of the porch, keeping the logs uncovered to let them season. The sharp scent of pine melded with the sweeter smell of maple he’d already cut. He did the U-Haul thing with another armload, toting the split white fir into the cabin, filling the rack next to the stone hearth. Screw Glade Plug-ins. Nothing finer than the natural tang of fresh-cut wood.
    He’d left his flannel shirt outside next to the chopping block. But his recent exertions had left him sweaty and— sniff —a little ripe. His flesh called out for some wet-and-soapy, but the pristine chrome-and-tile Kohler in his bathroom didn’t make the short list when the other candidate glittered fresh and natural beneath the late afternoon sun out back of the cabin.
    The wolf wanted the lake. Paced inside him with restless insistence until Brick sidled closer to the front door. The sharp, crisp scent of spring socked him through the open window; the rich mineral regeneration of damp ground, new grass, wild flowers fighting to burst free. And something else. Something he couldn’t place curled around him like a fist. Got the juices flowing, his hormones bubbling. A muted growl burbled out of him. Trying to wrest control back from his other half on the pressing issue of where to dunk his fragrant carcass seemed futile.
    “What’s the deal, bro?” he murmured. No answer, of course. But his skin prickled as if two paws-worth of claws did a funky Harlem Shuffle beneath the surface. “No moon tonight, Dog. But you’re edgy enough to shave my whiskers.” And so was he now. Responding to the call from outdoors, the howl within.
    While his shower might be all soap sludgeless sparkle owing to an under-the-sink Home Depot of cleaning supplies and a touch of, yeah, let’s face it, a little OCD action…no amount of Tilex and Kaboom! impressed Brother Wolf. And he sure as hell didn’t want to get hung up all day counting and recounting the mold-free ceramic squares lining the walls above the tub. Not that his beast seemed inclined to let him.
    So slinging a towel around his neck, he grabbed a clean shirt and hightailed his way due west.
    Fuck .
    Halfway there, a powerful charge of electricity pulsed through him, as if he’d gotten a wet finger stuck in a socket. Stiffening his limbs. Not to mention points south. Heat engulfed him, out of all proportion to the balmy spring day and the sun beating down on the surface of the glistening blue lake. Tendrils of spicy, intoxicating scent coiled around him. A flood of testosterone boiled his blood.
    Someone had beaten him there.
    A woman, her supple back turned toward him, stood completely bare, a tumble of wet, raven-colored hair streaming over her shoulders. Water licked gently at all the curved and rounded, at the tiny waist and flaring hips, the undulating ripples intermittently exposing twin dimples at the base of her spine. Her pheromones drenched him. He leaned forward, nearly coming out of his sneaks and planting his face in the soft earth, eyes bugging out as he strained to see more. Yeah. There