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He looked too damn good. Tall, muscled, the plains of his body—all were designed to make her mouth water, her nipples harden, and cream gather between her legs. Where she had been too tired a moment before, she was hot to go at it with him now.
“Come here, Tami.” He held out his arms. She gave him a cold look up and down his body, but it fell short in that it morphed to lust. “Tami?”
She drifted toward him.
He kissed her. She melted in his arms and rested her head on his shoulder. If she could become one with him, climb inside his body, she would. This wasn’t just sex, but she was afraid to admit it—to herself and to him.
“You want me?” he asked.
She nodded into the space between his neck and shoulders.
“I must have you, Tami. Tonight.”
“Why?”
He lifted her chin to force her to face what he was going to say. “I have to travel, handle some family business. It will take a while. Months, maybe longer. After we have mated, you will go wherever I do.”
“Damn it, Marcus.” She frowned. “Why do you have to go back to that, bossing me around, acting like this isn’t the twenty-first century? Like I don’t have a choice about what I do and don’t do?”
His nails bit into her bare shoulders, and he shook her gently. “Tami! Listen to me. When we are one physically in front of my brothers, you will not want to be anywhere other than with me.”
Tempting a Wolf
Chapter Seven
The longest night of her life was Halloween night, a full moon. Marcus’s brothers and sisters or however they were related to him were running about having sex with whatever person they convinced to come to their party. Or each other for all Tameca knew. And here she was now wrapped in Marcus’s cape with Renee two feet away from her and shouting at Marcus.
The weirdest part was that she was sure more than once she’d seen Renee flash the same sharp teeth and grown-out fingernails that Marcus had had when he made love to her. Now the arrogant ass stood there half-dressed, all the while looking calm and collected as he listened to Renee rant.
Two of his men stood in the corner on watch. To Tameca’s shock, Pat was wrapped around blond god’s body like a second skin. She seemed to hang from his every word. She appeared to live just to have him kiss or stroke her. Her tiger outfit hung off one shoulder, was unzipped to her waist. The beautiful man’s hand disappeared between the gap continuously, which made Tameca squeeze her legs together as she watched.
Every now and again, he looked up, seeming to feel her eyes on them. He’d smile and wink. They loved to watch and be watched, she thought, probably why Marcus wanted her to do it in front of them. It had nothing to do with sealing the deal or whatever he hinted at.
Tameca stood and hurried across to her friend. “Pat, get off him. You might not be ready for what it means to sleep with one of them.” Like I am?
This whole thing had her mind in a spin. She felt like someone had slipped her something, because she actually accepted on some level that Marcus and the others were something more than human. The thought intrigued her.
The blond guy chuckled. “Don’t worry. If every woman I slept with were sealed to me, I’d have a long line behind me. She is not my mate.” He made sure Tameca was staring at him when he turned Pat’s head up and kissed her. She looked drunk as she allowed him free rein of her body.
“What did you do to her?” she demanded. She tried to tug Pat away. He tightened his hold.
Pat brushed at her with little strength. “Stop, Tameca. I want him. I want him to bang me all night and all day forever.” She grinned stupidly up at him. Blondie shrugged like it was his due.
“You can’t do this. Please.”
“Tameca, don’t worry.” He put up a hand to touch her cheek, then stopped and glanced at Marcus. She turned to find him watching. Blond God dropped his hand to his side but didn’t look frightened as Laramie had. She had the feeling they were closest to each other, maybe real brothers. She knew almost nothing about them, and here she was in this predicament. She should get dressed and get the hell out of there, but she couldn’t. To walk away from Marcus felt impossible to do. Was she under some sort of spell like Pat appeared to be?
Blond god interrupted her thoughts. “I will please her, yes. When your bonding is done. But don’t worry, I won’t leave her unsatisfied.”
So, he would be there, watching how Marcus pleasured her. She frowned, angry and . . . excited. A room full of sexy, beautiful people who, for whatever reason, thought she was sexy, too. Maybe they were such sex fiends that all bodies were perfect in their eyes.
“What is your name?” she asked the man staring down at Pat.
“Corbin.” He hoisted Pat tighter against him. “Marcus,” he grumbled. “Please, solve this.”
Before Marcus could respond, Renee turned to her. “Tameca, let’s go. We’re going home. Pat, you can stay if you want.”
“I’m a grown woman, Renee. I want to—”
