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Suzette didn’t look like a mother of four. She looked like his sexy and sensual mate, the woman who was meant for him, the woman he would soon share with two other mates as well. As he considered the possibility of sharing her, he slowly came to terms with the reasons why she’d been chosen for them. They were trackers with responsibilities to their pack and country. With three mates, Suzette would never be left alone.
“You’re thinking too hard over there.”
“My thinking isn’t the problem,” he promised her.
“Tell me.” Her damp hair fell like ringlets over her shoulders and her lips curved in a knowing smile as she cocked her head and shot him a teasing wink. He stared at the crease down the middle of her shirt. The casually opened button-down top was enough to make him rigid upon sighting.
He moistened his lips as he watched her from across the room, afraid to move, afraid if he went to her then, he wouldn’t approach her as a man. He’d unleash that rabid beast living inside him, the wolf that hadn’t given him a moment’s peace since his arrival there in Satisfying.
“Are you just going to stand there now? After all this talk? After all the interesting promises, the illicit comments?” She slowly caressed her breasts, dipping her hand between her cleavage and then sliding downward. She paused at her bellybutton and whispered, “Now what, Kurt? What’s next?”
Kurt nearly released his zipper and lost his jeans when she slid curved fingers over the swell of her breast. Her eyes glistened with a woman’s lust, a woman who had just enough knowledge to make her dangerous, but not quite enough to make her the kind of seductress she wanted him to believe she could be.
He took a seat at her dining room table. Unable to take his eyes off her then, he gripped the chair’s arms and splayed his legs. This was her show, her idea. If she wanted to tempt the devil out of a man, he wouldn’t stop her. Who was he to interrupt the show when she’d obviously set the perfect stage with full intentions of gaining admiration from her lone audience?
Suzette sauntered forward. She stopped at the other end of the table, making him all too aware of the long stretch of wood separating them. “You’re just full of surprises. Aren’t you?”
“How’s that?” Kurt’s face tensed. His jeans pinched the ever-loving hell out of his balls as his cock stretched the length of his denim, butting up against the material with prodding need. He was uncomfortable but tolerating the physical discomfort.
He could sweat it for a minute because he wasn’t the only one who didn’t know what to do next. Suzette shot him a sultry smile and crooked her finger back and forth.
Then again, maybe the little vixen was a little more experienced than he’d first assumed.
“No way. You want it?” He tossed his head back to indicate she should pursue him. “Come and get it, darlin’.”
She planted her palms on the table and as soon as she hauled her body forward, that shirt of hers fanned open, showcasing her high breasts and hard nipples.
“Hell have mercy.” Guttural longing fell from his lips like a gavel striking the table. Still, he somehow remained seated, gripping the furniture in an effort to stay where he was and let her come to him. “You gonna put on a show for me, honey?”
“Is that what you want?” She tilted her head to the side and her hip seemingly swung to the left at the same time.
“We’re both adults here. I think you know what I want.”
“So all you want is a show?”
He chuckled. “Give me the show first and I’ll treat you right when the time comes.” Kurt had enjoyed his share of brassy broads. He’d gone to bed with a few of them, too, but he wouldn’t have pegged Suzette for the kind of woman who flaunted her body in front of a new potential lover, a man she’d yet to take to bed.
A new lover destined to be her mate.
He bit back the surge of ownership threatening to break down his defenses. Instead of rising from his chair, he held fast to the wooden frame, trying to steady the wolf threatening to rear its cocky head, the one that still tried to deny a woman like Suzette, or any woman for that matter, had the ability to tame him, owned the right to make him loyal to one woman for the rest of his days.
“Dance for me,” he said, barely aware of the music in the background. He would see her dance, watch her every move, but he’d never remember a word of the song. Maybe a better man would memorize the lyrics, perhaps even later recall a verse. But Kurt wasn’t the better man.
He noticed her open shirt again.
Ah yes. He was a man who now had a close and personal relationship with immeasurable lust.
She stopped crawling and licked her lips. Her fingers trailed between her breasts then rolled around one extended nipple.
“God bless, woman. Are you going to slide on down this way or do I need to come over there and show you how to set those hips in motion?”
“Now that sounds like a real plan.”
Chapter Nine
He was going to play her like a fiddle and she was ready and willing to hand him the bow. Kurt Dandridge wasn’t an ordinary man. She’d known it since the day they’d met. It had been a brief introduction. Her then husband—her children’s father—had been fighting for his life, but she’d still noticed Kurt and admired that unique raw quality of true masculine hunger.
At that time in her life she hadn’t thought that he had looked at her specifically with need or lust in his eyes. Instead, he’d looked at the world with mysterious wonder, raw and passionate longing.
