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“Daniel!” Jules yelled from one end of the corridor to the other. Not because she thought the man couldn’t hear her, but because she wanted to stop him in his tracks and give him no other option but to turn back towards her.

Daniel kept on walking. He reached out for the handle and tossed the door open in front of him.

“Pretty damn deaf for a Wolf shifter!”

Then she added insult to injury by zapping his backside. Daniel grumbled a low growl within his chest as he slowly turned to look at her.

His chin was down near his broad chest, and his dark, brooding eyes glared at her from beneath his brows. He fisted his hands at his sides and toyed with the idea of wringing her neck — but, damn it, she was his mate, and his heart just wasn’t in it.

Although, if Jake walked out into the hallway now he would happily punch him in the face.

“What do you want, witch?” Daniel heard himself saying the words and the hard tone of his voice made him want to punch himself in the face.

Mated or not mated, and it was kind of looking like it was going to be never mated — she was still his mate.

“I was thinking — you,” Jules offered him a wicked grin.

Daniel’s beast pushed forward, and he could feel the hard prickle the wolf’s fur just beneath his skin. The animal had processed her words before he had and the beast wanted out.

“M…?” He stumbled over his words, a blank frown upon his face, but Jules didn’t give him time to gather his thoughts as she started off towards him down the hall on fast feet and launched herself at him, barely giving him enough time to catch her.

Jules felt his large hands against her backside as she wrapped her legs around his hips and her arms around his neck.

“What the…?” Daniel started, but he didn’t get a chance to continue when she bumped her lips against his.

Daniel didn’t give a damn about words, questions, or anything else that could wait for as long as it took to kiss her breathless. She was in his arms, and it didn’t matter how the hell she got there — it just mattered that he was kissing her.

Jules was female — and Daniel knew one thing about females — they were a puzzle he was never, ever, going to be able to solve.

He reached out a hand and tossed the bedroom door closed. He had her where he wanted her, and if she didn’t think that he was the big bad wolf, well, he might just have to go and prove her wrong.

Daniel turned towards the bed, and it only took him three long strides to get there. But, he wasn’t done kissing her senseless yet.

A heady, hearty, hungry growl rolled through his chest for all of the things that he imagined doing to her. He wanted her more than he wanted the blood that ran in his veins.

Jules wrenched her lips from his and gave him a wicked grin.

“You…”

That was as far as she got. Daniel plucked her body away from his and launched her through the air towards the mattress.

His ears almost bled at the high pitched screech that exploded from out of her lips. Her face was a picture of confused horror, and he couldn’t help the chuckle that escaped him.

Daniel thought that she’d probably bounce three times, but by the second bounce, she was already scrambling to be upright. She reached up and pulled and tugged the hair from in front of her face, giving another little screech of annoyance that warmed his heart.

“You!” She bit out, and this time when she said it, she was still breathless, but it had a whole different tone to it.

“Me. Your mate,” Daniel growled as he placed one knee on the bed and the mattress dipped bringing her closer towards him as she hesitated in place, eyeing him like a lamb that knew it was going to market.

“Oh, now you…”

“The big bad wolf that’s going to eat you up for being a right Royal pain in my backside,” he growled, and boy did he mean it.

“Well, if you feel like that about it then maybe I should leave.” Jules huffed with her hands on her hips and offering him the stink eye to go with it.

“Go right ahead,” he growled and watched as she snapped her head back on her neck in disbelief, her lower jaw sunk downwards, and then she screeched again.

“Fine, I will!” She announced as she thrust her body towards the edge of the bed — but, she was swimming in midair.

Daniel’s arm had come about her waist, and he was yanking her backward through the air towards him.

“Oh no, you don’t!” He growled out.

“Watch me!”

Jules zapped him — not just any kind of zap, but the kind that propelled him back onto the bed — the only problem was — she was still attached to him.

“I told you, woman…” Daniel felt the pointy end of her elbow against his ribs, and he groaned at the pain that shot through him.

“Bite me, you Butthead!”

Jules heard the roar of the growl that went through him. The vibration alone sent ripples through her body. It was only then that she realized what she’d said.

“When I say bite me…” She rushed out.

“Too late!” Daniel growled, and in one quick breath, she found herself on her back with him caging her in.

His hard body was all around her, and there was no escape.

Not that she wanted one. The man looked so sexy that she didn’t know if she wanted to kiss him or lick him from head to toe — maybe, she thought that she should do both.

“Say you’re going to ravish me first!” She rushed out breathless with excitement.

“Oh,” Daniel growled long and hard. “I’m definitely going to ravish first — and during — and again after.”

For one long moment, she looked like a goldfish, her lips were flapping, but there wasn’t a sound that was coming out.

“Sounds like a plan that I can get behind, and in front of, and on top of, and definitely below…”

“How about sideways?” He grinned — but it wasn’t just any grin — there was full on hunger in those eyes and in that smile.

“Well, what are you waiting for?” She giggled like a schoolgirl at an X-rated movie.

That was all that he needed. His large hands reached for her shirt, but he didn’t unbutton it — he grasped it in each hand and ripped it right down the middle, exposing her very expensive black lace bra.

“If you…” She went to warn him not to kill off her favorite piece of lingerie. His hands were reaching out for it, and it looked as if he was about to cup her breasts. He hesitated in place, and his eyes met hers. “You know what? I’m going to shut up now.”

“Sweetheart, you’re going to be making all the noises that I want to hear,” he promised. Then he grasped her bra and tore it in two.

Jules gave a small squeal. It was a cross between mourning the death of her lingerie and the excitement that rushed through her like a hot flash.

“If you changed your mind and you’re about to zap me, now is not the time,” he said with a decidedly wicked chuckle.

“Nope, I’m good, or at least I will be if you hurry up.”

She was already reaching for the zip on his half open jeans. The large bulge in the fabric was just too much anticipation for her to take.

He snatched at her wrists, wrapped his fingers around them, and pushed them up over her head against the mattress with a deep growl of satisfaction.

Now she truly was trapped, caged in by him, and she liked it. Boy, did she?

Who wouldn’t? The man was sex stick, and she wanted to lick him like a lollipop.

Everything else that had gone before was just verbal foreplay. She got that now — she got that she was attracted to him from the moment that she first met him.

Fate had sent her a mate. Mr perfect. And she could have tried to push him away until the cows came home, but that didn’t matter because fate knew better.

“Not yet, sweetheart,” he growled. He didn’t give her a chance to answer as he dipped his head and tasted her lips.