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  She lowered her mouth to lick gently at the erect tip.

  His body jerked. Yup, he liked it too. Robyn copied his earlier example and blew. Another body jerk followed.

  “You’re killing…”

  She moved farther south, lapping the edges of the six-pack that had impressed her since their first night together, the ridges sharp and defined as his muscles clenched with anticipation.

  “Please…”

  Robyn slid between his thighs as she descended his body. She paused, resting on her elbows, to examine him in all his glory.

  His erect cock saluted her from only inches away. The head had turned a deep purple shade, a bead of moisture shining on the slit. The thick top sloped sharply to the rigid shaft.

  She used just the tip of her tongue. Soft, tentative.

  “Holy…”

  Robyn flicked a glance up to see his dark eyes flashing at her. She liked that he was unable to complete full sentences. She liked the way his body responded to her touch. She must be doing something right.

  Heat poured off him, and the scent of raw sex in the air was driving her wild. She grinned, and maintaining eye contact, sucked the head of his cock into her mouth.

  His eyes rolled back in his head and his six-pack tightened further. If that was possible.

  She fell into a rhythm, a swirl of her tongue over the edge of the rim followed by an attempt to take as much of him into her mouth as possible.

  The first couple of times she gagged a little as the crown of his cock hit the back of her throat, but the wetter her mouth got, the easier it was to slip him past her lips even as he grew harder. Thicker.

  Her excitement grew as well. Touching Keil, pleasuring him like this, turned her on big time, getting her all hot and bothered. She closed her eyes and hummed with delight.

  “Damn it, that’s enough. I’m not wasting this.”

  His powerful arms lifted her and he swung her around, finishing with his body pressed hard to her back. His cock nestled between her legs, and Robyn instinctively threw out her arms to brace her body before it could hit the mattress.

  “I was enjoying myself! I wanted to make you feel good.”

  “Babe, I feel great. But I don’t want to come in your mouth tonight. I want your hot, tight body to squeeze me. I want to feel you around me when you come. Tonight is for both of us. Now, open your legs wider.”

  He smoothed a hand over her hip and pressed her body lower to the mattress, exposing her more clearly to his gaze.

  “Damn, you are beautiful. Everywhere. Like a flower opening up to me.” He shifted his body away, letting his fingers dip into her passage. He touched his wet fingers to the tight rosebud hidden between her cheeks. She stiffened, uncertain if she wanted to wiggle away or press closer to the exploring finger that circled, touched. Teased.

  “Whoa, I’m not sure about that.”

  “Hush. I’m not going to do anything you won’t like. Someday I’m going to take you in the ass, but not today. Today I’ll show you something special. Trust me.”

  His hands were everywhere. Slipping over her breasts, tweaking her nipples to hard needy peaks before swirling over her belly and pressing intimately against her clit

  A finger slid inside her, stroked a few times then withdrew, leaving her feeling empty. Then he started all over.

  Robyn pressed her hips back, trying to make contact with his body. “No more teasing. I need you. Please.”

  Suddenly he was there, skin-to-skin with her, his hard, hot cock against her core. Keil leaned forward and his mouth latched onto her shoulder. He sucked hard, his teeth pressing the skin. He covered the place where he’d marked her earlier, and as he sucked, a bolt of lightning flashed through her and set off an orgasm that she swore shook the cabin.

  And the mountain. Possibly the entire territory, but she could be mistaken about that.

  Then he surged into her in one smooth motion that set off another explosion that registered on the Richter scale.

  Damn, he was good.

  He set up a smooth pace, burying his entire length deep inside her on every thrust, his balls slamming against her. He held her hips firmly and used them to pull her back onto him as his speed picked up.

  “I’ve wanted you like this since the beginning. You can’t know how much it turns me on to see you in front of me, spread for my pleasure, your breasts swaying. You’re so hot and wet and tight around me. Your ass is beautiful, smooth and inviting.” He shifted one hand to run over the sensitive nerves of her anus, dipping a finger past the rim even as he continued to pump into her with his cock.

  Her body was on overload. She hadn’t come down from the last climax, and every nerve in her body tingled. Her breasts rubbed the sleeping bag every time he entered her. His shaft seemed to grow in size as his finger pressed even farther into her ass in time with the thrusts of his cock. The double penetration made her grow wetter than ever as all the sensations drew to another peak. The unending in and out strokes built heat where she thought there was nothing left to burn.

  His free hand slipped around her to touch her clit, and she screamed, the wildfire ripping through her consuming every available inch of skin and tissue.

  He slammed into her one last time and she felt the flood of warmth from his release, felt the hard length within her jerk again and again as his hands locked them together.

  It was hours later, she was sure of it, before she had enough energy to even draw a breath of air into her lungs. Her body tingled from top to bottom, although she had to admit that the bottom area tingled a bit more than anywhere else.

  He reluctantly pulled away from her, and she mourned the loss. She was resting on the platform trying to catch her breath, head down and butt up in the air, when a soft warm cloth slipped over her. Keil cleaned her up with such a gentle touch she wasn’t even sure he was there the whole time.

  When he was done he picked her up and held her close, settling in front of the fire. She slipped a hand over his jaw and smiled at him. His dark eyes stared down, the heat of passion still there, but something else as well. Something gentle and deep and forever.

  Robyn laid her head against his chest. She swore that she heard his heart beating.

  For her.

  Only for her.

  Chapter Nine

  The ski out with Keil was a hoot. He didn’t take the straight route down the hills, instead veering off into the trees and making teleturns as often as possible.

  Just like Robyn liked to do.

  Usually it drove Tad crazy, but here was her mate doing the same insane thing. It felt great, and it was tons of fun to have someone to ski with who didn’t freak out every time she left the main trail.

  They made it down to the level of the second lake after an hour. The small hunter’s cabin at the head of the lake was in disrepair, but still a great place to stop for a hot drink and a short snack.

  They were putting their gear back in their packs and getting ready for the ski across the lake when she threw her arms around Keil and hugged him, hard. She was incredibly happy she could talk with him. Usually having to use sign language and read lips made the outward journey disjointed, but because of the magic of being mates, she could talk to him anytime.

  She wondered how far away from each other they could be and still hear each other.

  He brushed her arm, amusement on his face. “What’s up?”

  No use in being shy about it. “I love being with you. I love being able to speak into your mind and hear you in mine. I love skiing with you.”

  “I love skiing with you too. Especially that little trick you have of squealing with delight before skiing over steep embankments.”

  Robyn hit him with a hastily formed snowball. “I do not squeal.”

  His gaze dropped over her body and heat rolled between them. “You most certainly do squeal. And moan. And make all sorts of other delicious noises. Hell, I’m hard just thinking about it. Wanna fool around?”

  She lifted a
brow. “It’s twenty-five degrees out, and we’re in the middle of the forest. Cool your jets.”

  The leer he gave her as he reached down and adjusted himself promised some serious torture in the very near future. “Do you realize how tough it is going to be to travel like this?”

  “Put a ski on it. You’ll be the fastest thing on three legs.”

  She danced away from him, laughing, and readied for the two-hour journey across the lake.

  The snow pack was beautiful. Hard snow covered the surface with a heavy enough dusting of fresh powder to give their skis something to bite into.

  Once again Keil led the way, setting tracks for her to follow. They continued to talk back and forth to each other easily about nothing in particular, avoiding discussing the pack, the challenge, everything controversial.

  Robyn enjoyed the rapid pace he set, and she was disappointed when he slowed down, glancing into the trees on their right.

  “Hey, you getting tired or something?”

  “Or something. Keep skiing, but reduce your speed. Keep your eyes on my back. Understand?”

  “No. We need to pick it up, or we’ll be in Haines in a week instead of a day.”

  “Are you watching my back?”

  She ran her eyes over the solid body in front of her. Her mouth watered at the thought he was all hers.

  “Your backside. Does that count? Yummy.”

  “Glad you think so. Don’t freak out, but I think we’re being shadowed. I count at least four wolves in the trees beside us. Are you still watching me?”

  A shiver raced through her. Something was very wrong, or he would have simply stopped and faced the wolves. “I’m watching you. What’s happening?”

  “I think someone is trying to pull a fast one. If the other challenger to the Alpha position can take me out ahead of time, they can assume leadership. They must think you’re TJ. People knew he was going to Granite with me.”

  “Yuck, what an insult. Have they never seen him ski?” Her indignation vanished as the rest of what he’d said sank in. “Wait, what do you mean ‘take you out’? Are they going to attack us?”

  Keil continued to ski forward, Robyn narrowing the gap between them as his pace slowed.

  She slipped a couple of furtive glances toward the trees and spotted some of the wolves darting in and out of the distant tree line.

  “Yeah, they’re going to attack.” He somehow managed to sound reassuring in her mind. “Listen up. They don’t know we’re mates, which means they don’t know we can talk like this. That’s to our advantage. If Jack were to do this right, he’d approach me alone, and his seconds would stand back and watch. By sneaking up on us out here, I doubt Jack’s planning on obeying any of the rules.”

  “Bastards.” She was scared, but pissed off as well.

  “If they think you’re TJ, they’re going to assume you’ll fight like him.” Keil paused. “For all that he’s clumsy and an annoyance, TJ’s a tough wolf. I’m guessing they will set two wolves on you.”

  “Two wolves? That’s not good odds, but if we stick together—”

  “I want to, but we’d never survive that way. A four against two means they can actually have three against one at times, and even I can’t fight that many at once without getting hurt. The thought is killing me, but I’m going to have to leave you for a bit.”

  She hadn’t realized it was possible to send a gasp through mind speak.

  Keil hurried on. “I’ll attack the two that go after me, get at least one of them out of the picture, then rejoin you. I told you about wolf society and ranking. You’re strong enough to hold them off.”

  They skied a bit farther as Robyn fought down her panic.

  He was going to leave her and let two wolves attack her.

  No, that wasn’t true. He was going to trust her to defend herself until he could come back and save them both.

  That sounded better. Even if it still made her want to pee her pants.

  “Right around this bend the wind usually blows the snow off the lake. The ice will be a better surface for you to stand on to defend yourself. We’ll ski until we get there.”

  She didn’t know if she wanted the ski to be over, or to go on forever.

  Finally Keil lifted a hand as if signaling for a rest stop. He shifted his body to face the trees, casually turning her toward him.

  He undid his clothes while hiding from the view of the trees behind her body. A dangerous gleam lit his eyes, and an impression of power rolled off him. They might be in a tough place, but he was not going to be as easy a target as the others imagined.

  “Protect your throat,” he told her. “If they’re close enough to get at your throat, I want you to shove your arm into their mouth. They’ll still be able to snap it, and it’ll hurt like hell, but your wolf can heal a busted arm. You can’t regrow your throat.”

  Robyn gaped at him. “Love you too, sweetheart. Man, you take your girl on the most romantic dates, don’t you? Any other advice for me, Cujo?”

  Keil flashed a grin. “Just remember that kicking a wolf in the nuts hurts as much as it does a human.”

  “Good to know. So don’t piss me off anymore, okay? What do you expect me to do, other than stand around looking like dinner?”

  His answering smile reassured her more than it should have with wolves about to streak across the snow to try to kill her. “I expect you to use your ski poles, your big knife, and your tough-as-nails attitude, and kick some butt for me. Ready?”

  “You’re sexy when you’re all tough. I guess if they think I’m TJ I shouldn’t lean over and plant a big one on your cheek right now, hmmm?”

  Keil threw back his head and laughed. His arms reached out and while he kept his eyes on the tree line he kissed her thoroughly.

  “What a wonderful idea. Now they’re going to be worried about the sneak attack and freaking out watching us. Here they come. By the way, I do love you.”

  They drew a hands span apart. Keil threw off his clothes and shifted to his wolf. An instant later his silver grey form was racing toward the nearest of the wolves on the left. He flew across the snow, and she cheered inside as his huge body slammed into the first smaller wolf and bowled him over.

  Then she couldn’t watch anymore because the wolves on the right had closed in on her.

  She turned and crouched, making sure she had a firm grip on her knife. Her pack lay to the side, and she made a mental note of its position to avoid tripping.

  Glancing back up toward the trees, she gasped. “Damn it, you owe TJ an apology. They obviously think he’s tougher than you realized. There are three wolves coming at me.”

  “I know. I’ve got three as well. Give me a second. Try and distract them.”

  Robyn gritted her teeth. Distract them? “What, you want me to do a cancan dance, or something?”

  Fear and anger battled within her. It was bad enough Keil was supposed to have to fight in the challenge this weekend. That at least was a time-honoured tradition, and involved the values of fair play. This was nothing more than a sneak attack, cowardly and cheap.

  She pulled the can of bear spray from her pocket where it had been stored since the start of the trip. One of the rules of the north was to never piss off anything you couldn’t reason with.

  Robyn was really pissed off.

  She waited until the first wolf was in range, then lunged toward him as she held her breath and coated the beast with pepper spray.

  A four-second burst was enough to set him howling in pain, scratching at his eyes with his paws as he rolled away from the fight, burying his face in the snow.

  Dropping her knife and the bear spray, she reached down to grab the straps of her pack. She swung in a circle then let the pack fly into the next wolf, knocking him off his feet as she quickly retrieved her knife from the ground.

  The remaining wolf was examining her, his head tilted to the side like he was thinking really hard.

  Like he was really confused about something.
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  A quick glance toward Keil showed her he’d taken one wolf to the ground. His huge silver wolf body connected with another smaller black wolf, and the two of them rolled in the snow, scratching at each other’s torsos and necks with their claws.

  “Steady, Robyn, I’m on my way. Watch the black wolf on you. He’s Jack’s brother, and he’s a mean one. The other wolf will try to distract you, but watch Dan.”

  Dan was still on the ground under the pack, but he’d lifted his head and was sniffing the air hard. He threw back his head and opened his mouth wide, and she assumed that he was howling.

  Keil swore. “Bloody hell. Run to me, NOW!”

  She turned, but Dan had regained his feet and lunged.

  “I can’t, he’s attacking. What happened?”

  “He’s scented that you’re my mate. He just told the others. Damn, I’ve got three on me again. Hold him off, babe, you can do it. He won’t hurt you.”

  Robyn heard his anger even in her mind. Following Dan’s cry, the other wolf on her had left and he was attacking Keil, three on one again.

  She jumped aside as Dan nipped at her legs. Her backhand swing was too slow to do more than brush her knife against his fur before he withdrew a short way. His wolf eyes mocked her as he herded her away from where her mate continued to fight.

  Keil was stronger than any one of the wolves around him, but his attackers teased, dancing out of reach of his claws and teeth.

  “What are they doing?”

  “They’re trying to drag out the fight. Tire me out before Jack even puts in an appearance.”

  Robyn pushed toward Keil, trying to narrow the gap between them, but she was frustrated time after time by Dan’s lunges. She failed to see how close to the trees she’d been maneuvered.

  Then she saw him.

  Shit.

  The new wolf was as big as Keil, black from tail to nose, and he walked out of the woods straight toward her fearlessly.

  “Keil, who’s this asshole?”

  He risked a quick peek, and she felt his anger flare. “That’s the chief asshole himself. Jack.”