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took advantage of her parted lips and slid his tongue into the recess of her mouth. She drove him crazy, mindless with wanting her. One kiss, one simple taste, one stroke of the tongue, and he was lost. He deepened the kiss, and his control snapped. Every urge, every demand that insisted he claim her roared to the surface.

He released her hand against his chest, and her fingers trailed up and over his shoulders, lightly massaging his tense muscles. He tangled his fingers in her hair and held her tight against him as his other hand snaked up the hem of her shirt. When he covered her breast, need so strong coursed through him that it blinded every last shred of common sense.

He pushed her to the ground. The breath that whooshed from her lungs as he covered her and wedged one knee between her thighs only made him burn hotter. He massaged her breast and rolled the peaked nipple between his fingers, aching to taste her…all of her. By the time he realized she was pushing against his chest, she’d disappeared.

His eyes flew wide, and he stood. His breathing came in ragged pants, and he dug his fingers through his hair. There was only one explanation why he had finally been able to see her so clearly, talk to her—she was near. His mate was close, and his heart beat in rapture. Every muscle in his body clenched in anticipation while his cock strained against his jeans, almost screaming for her. No, not her... Sherry. Her name was Sherry.

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He wanted to find her right this instant, wanted to claim her and never let her go. She could bring so much joy to him. Joy he thought he’d never find, and love. While he’d prayed that she’d been out there somewhere, he had very little hope of ever finding her. She could be anywhere in the world, and the probability of him finding her had been infinite. It had been the worst, gut wrenching feeling he’d ever had, knowing she was out there and being unable to protect her. He turned and punched the cave wall, welcoming the pain that shot through his fist.

He’d felt useless. Rogues could have gotten her, and he’d never be able to stop it, but no more. She was close now, and he would find her. As soon as he took care of the business concerning his brother tomorrow, he would search for her to the ends of the earth if he had to. He would never stop until he found her, and he would find her, and he’d never let her go once he did.

The problem now? She’d remember him from the dream, and he had frightened her. He had no one to blame but himself. He had lost control.

He’d taken things too fast. But she had responded to him, and that gave him a small amount of hope. Dusk would be here soon, and he could get business taken care of. Afterwards, he’d be able to focus his full attention on her.

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Chapter Five

Sherry’s eyes flew open, and a gasp escaped as she shot upright from her bed. Her breathing came in ragged gasps. The man she’d just dreamed about…Piers had seemed so real. She put her fingers to her lips. She swore she could feel them tingle from his kiss, and her body was hot, achy. She’d never felt such intenseness with a man. He’d practically oozed sex, and had made her melt. Her hesitation of him proved no match after he’d plastered her hand against his chest.

It was just a dream. Hell, if dreams were always like that, no one would ever get out of bed. She shifted, suddenly uncomfortably hot, and realized that dampness coated the insides of her thighs. A dream man had done this to her, made her a writhing mess of hormones, and not even a real live man had managed to do that up to this point in her life.

She’d had a few fumbled, awkward attempts at sex, but a few years ago after too many uncomfortable situations, she’d decided that she’d wait to have sex until she met the man of her dreams. She snorted. Man of my dreams.

Ha! She was young when the accident that had killed her parents occurred, and she knew that had a lot to do with her failed relationships. She was scared to get close to anyone. Scared because she knew they could be taken from her with such ease. A slip on the stairs, a wrong step into traffic, a drunk driver, and they’d be gone.

She stumbled to the kitchen, opened the fridge door, pulled out a bottle of cold water, and drank down half of it. Her heart raced, and she was so aroused she ached for him.

She laughed. How could she ache for a man she’d conjured up in her imagination? He wasn’t real. It must be all the stress from learning about all this werewolf crap. Maybe it was her mind’s way of trying to cope with it.

Simply replace it with a man who intimidated her, but turned her on at the same time.

He’d been so big, too big for her. She’d always been intimidated by men of his size, as far as dating material, and he’d been the biggest man she’d ever met. Her cheeks heated when she remembered the bulge in his jeans—

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biggest in more ways than one. She went to her bag, quickly dug out the bottle of pills, broke one in half, and swallowed it before she could talk herself out of it. She was going to go back to sleep, and in the morning, she’d figure everything out.

She snuggled back under the covers on the sofa bed, which had proved surprisingly comfortable, and closed her eyes, waiting for