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Andfuck, he’s huge.

Feeling the physical evidence of his desire unleashes mine, and I roll my hips against him. My fingers tangle in his silky black hair as he kisses me again, and a low groan rumbles up his throat.

My nipples are two hard points raking down his chest. Sebastian digs his fingers into my hips, grinding me against him as he ravages my mouth.

I haveneverbeen kissed like this.

The friction of his body moving against mine is almost unbearable — that throbbing ache in my pussy threatening to drive me over the edge. My head spins as Sebastian’s tongue strokes my own, and I can’t help but wonder what it would feel like to have that tongue thrusting in and out of my channel.

But just as I reach down to palm his erection through his jeans, Sebastian pulls away.

His hair is mussed, and his lips are swollen, but it’s the intensity in his gaze that makes my breath hitch.

He releases me and then retreats, leaving me alone in the kitchen.

CHAPTER SEVEN

SEBASTIAN

The cold airstings my face as I burst out the back door. Claire’s scent is all over me, and it’s driving my wolf wild. My skin feels much too tight, and my body is itching with the urge to shift.

I knew it was risky giving her my clothes, butseeingher in them . . . holy fuck.

The sight awakened something in my wolf — this aching need to claim her. I wanted to rip that shirt off her right then and worship her perfect tits. I wanted to lay her out on the kitchen counter, spread her thighs, and fuckingdevourher sweetness.

When I scented Claire’s arousal, I knew I was a goner. And when she rubbed up against me like that, I nearly lost control.

Mine.

The word hums through my bones, rattling my insides.

I’m smart enough to know what it means, but I won’t let myself accept it.

One by one, I’ve watched my pack brothers succumb to the mating urge. It infected my pack like the plague.

When each of my brothers found his mate, he became a slave to the bond. His wolf would not stop — would not rest — until he marked her.

I can’t do that to Claire. My angel just escaped an abusive bear shifter, and she’s pregnant with his cub.

I’m the last thing she needs in her life, but my wolf isn’t convinced. He keeps pushing to the fore, begging me to mark her, and I know that if I don’t let him out soon, he’s going to become impossible to manage.

As soon as I’m far enough from the house, I feverishly start shedding my clothes. My feet go numb as they sink into the snow, and I’ve barely disentangled myself from my pants when my wolf bursts out of me.

A strangled cry rips from my throat as I succumb to the Change. Bones break apart and reform. Muscles and tendons shred as my nose lengthens into a snout. My scream morphs into a howl as fur spreads all over my body.

I land on four paws and lift my nose into the air, delighting in the spicy aroma of pine sap, wood smoke, and crisp, clean snow.

I catch a whiff of a ground squirrel and burst into a run. My prey provides a welcome distraction from the burning need to sink my teeth into Claire and claim her as my mate.

She’s far too good. Too pure. Too young. She managed to escape the clutches of one monster, only to take shelter in another’s lair.

I’m a selfish bastard at heart, but I won’t sentence her to a lifetime shackled to me.

I push myself harder, cold wind in my fur. But just as I lose myself to the thrill of the hunt, I’m distracted by a new scent. This one stops me in my tracks and makes me flatten my ears to my head.

Bear. And not just any mundane bear. I’m picking up on the sour musk of a certain eight-hundred-pound shifter.

Murphy.

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