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“Okay, okay.” He tossed his hands up in surrender. “But know, it’s an open invitation. The bathroom is through there. Walk-in closet over there.” He motioned in two different directions.

As he left the room, she ran to the walk-in closet. She’d never had one before. “Holy shit!”

Who needed a dresser when most of this room was empty?

“Is that ‘holy shit’ for the closet or the bathroom?” He called from down the hall.

“Closet,” she shouted back.

“Check the bathroom.” He smiled to himself.

She raced across the room, her stockinged feet sinking into the plush carpet before sliding across the tiled bathroom floor. “Double holy shit!”

“Triple holy shit if you count the bedroom itself.” Based on his laughter, he was in the stairwell now. “Alyssa?”

“Yeah?” she yelled toward the door but couldn’t take her gaze away from the giant bathtub built for two.

“I can’t wait to fuck you in our bed.”

A shiver racked her body. “Holy shit.” This time, the words were whispered just for her—our bed.

“Meet me downstairs when you’re done drooling over that tub.”

When she finished fawning over the dramatic lifestyle change, Alyssa made her way downstairs, thinking of the afternoon at Wildlings.

Meeting the pack hadn’t been as intimidating as she’d thought it would be. Knowing Callum, Maddox, and Fredrica made it a lot easier. The pack was small, with only about thirty-five members. Having grown up with no family, it seemed like a lot of new people, but Drew had explained to her that large packs could have hundreds of members and were run more like small towns than a close-knit family. They’d been welcoming and understanding when Drew explained that they didn’t know her heritage and likely never would. He invited anyone with an issue with her background to speak up, but no one had come forward. They all seemed to adjust to the news rather well. They even seemed happy. Drew had told her on the ride to his house that they had all scented her earlier, as well as his arousal when she’d invaded their hunting ground.

After introducing her, he’d told them about Mitch. He wanted the stray dismembered, and while their pack had never taken the life of another shifter, they agreed. He was to be considered as dangerous. They passed around the necklace she’d brought so each member could recognize his scent.

They’d discussed a few other pack items and then dispersed. A few planned to stay and hunt, and when Drew declined to join, Callum stepped in and led them. She’d wondered why he didn’t want to join them, but soon learned he wanted to show her his home and be alone with her.

When she reached the main floor, she noted her things were neatly piled by the front door, and Drew was bent over the hearth, starting a fire. She smiled when he straightened and strolled over to her. “A fire?”

He nodded. “I need to get it started now if I want to make love to you in front of it later.”

Oh boy! Her panties were wet from his earlier comment. Now they were drenched.

“I want it roaring by then.” He stood in front of her, mere inches away, that intense blue stare eating her up.

“Don’t you mean howling? We are wolves, after all.”

He smirked, but his lips didn’t reach a full smile. Rather than reply, he reached out and grabbed the hem of her sweater, tugging it up and over her head. When she moved closer, intent on kissing him, he bent, hooked his fingers in the waistband of her leggings and panties, and took both with him as he kneeled on the floor.

She stepped free of the material and watched as he left a trail of soft kisses up her legs, hips, and stomach. He stood once more and removed her bra. Instantly, her nipples pebbled.

“Why is it so cold in here?”

She hadn’t noticed the chill until she was naked, and his hands and lips were no longer on her body, heating her from the outside in. His smirk grew into a smile as he stepped backward, pulling his shirt off over his head.

Confused, she took a step closer.

He took another backward, dropping one black sock onto the hardwood floor. His tight stomach rippled as he removed the second one, taking yet another step back.

About to ask what he was doing, Alyssa stopped when she noticed the patio door was open.

His pants and boxers made up the final pieces of the trail.

“What are you doing?” Intrigued, she stepped forward, the cold becoming more evident the closer they got to the door.

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