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his hands, arranging her limbs as easily as if she were a doll.
       She was on her back again, lying exactly where he'd placed her, when his tempo changed. She was too sated to move a muscle, or even to take note of what was different, when suddenly she found herself tumbling headfirst over the edge of the world. He'd held her high on the plateau for so long, ruthlessly dictating her pleasure, that the shock of the final plunge was even greater.
       It felt like she'd been pushed over a waterfall, twisting and falling, breathless and exhilarated. Her body fell and, some distance behind, her brain followed, wrapping the world in darkness as she finally slowed to a halt.

    * * * *

    He pounded into her—one last savage thrust—and let his own release overtake him.
       "Mine."
       The growl burst forth as he shuddered, his cock still twitching, and automatically settled himself on top of her, securing her. So long as he had any say in it, Gina wasn't going anywhere.
       Shit!
       Had he really just said that? How the hell had he let go so much that the were instincts took over? That had never happened before…
       Nate forced his eyes open, surprised at the effort required, and looked down at her face, a slight smile of feline content the only sign she was even aware of what they'd been doing for the past half hour. Gina was already asleep and, frankly, he doubted she'd be lying there so peacefully if she had heard him. And that probably meant she hadn't seen the harsh lines of possession he could still feel etched into his face.
       Feeling just a little bit safer, almost certain now that she hadn't heard him, he rolled heavily away to the other side of the bed. A chill spread through him; already, he was missing the heat of her body.
       Damn.
       He reached back, one arm pinning her to his side.
       Much better.
       A tiny, satisfied sigh escaped, and he grimaced at his own vulnerability. He wouldn't think about it just yet—god, he was tired—but he'd have to do something about the sensual Ms. Longmire. A werewolf was not supposed to fall in love with a woman who resembled nothing so much as a wellpleasured—and totally exhausted—kitten. Even as his eyes closed and he settled to sleep, he couldn't help grinning at the ridiculous thought. Cats and dogs just did not get on.
       Nate woke slowly, automatically noting the position of the moon through the uncurtained window. No more than an hour had passed, but he was wide awake and ready to fuck her some more. Despite his fears, she'd loved the way he'd taken her, screaming her pleasure as he rode her hard and deep. He inhaled deeply; the scent of their lovemaking filled the room. He wanted to do it all over again.
       Nate pushed himself up onto an arm, the better to watch her wake up, and shook her gently. Another time, he'd wake her up with his cock already buried deep inside her, her cunt dripping as he fucked her. But not today. He didn't want to scare her away just yet.
       He shook her again, a little more forcefully, but still she refused to wake. The words were unclear but she was grumbling about something. Still muttering, she turned her back and, pushing her tight little ass snugly against his erection, grabbed her pillow and snuggled back down into it. Apparently, she wasn't planning on waking up anytime soon. He grinned, smug masculine satisfaction clearly written on his face.
       There was something extremely satisfying about loving a woman so thoroughly she was utterly sated, utterly exhausted. 'Loving a woman'. That was the difference. He'd fucked her senseless, but there was more to it than just that.
       The suddenness of the thought made him wary. It reminded him of the instinctive possessiveness that had overtaken him as he came. He wasn't ready to face that kind of emotion just yet—'love', the very word was enough to make him shudder. He enjoyed his life precisely as it was. Determined on his