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to make the call.
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She didn t bother calling the house, she knew that Cade and her parents would
be at the resort by now with Lex and Nina, so she called Cade s cell.
 Hey there, I was getting worried about you. Cade s voice was a comfort.
 Congratulations, sweetie. I m so pleased for you.
 Thanks, Cade. Her breath hitched and she held back tears. She was happy,
finding Nick was amazing, but she still felt sad at losing her old way of
life.  I met his family today and they were all very nice. The joining is
tomorrow night at seven at the
Pack house.
 Yeah, I worked out the visit with Ben. We ll be there. I took the liberty of
bringing down some more of your clothes.
She smiled, knowing that it would have been Nina s idea.  Thanks, Cade.
 You want to talk to Mom? She s over the moon.
 Uh, yes, but not right now. I m getting ready to, uh, that is, we re going
to& I just don t want to right now. She truly would cry if she heard her
mother s voice, and she didn t want to deal with that right before being with
Nick.
 Gotcha, he said, laughing.  Please do not elaborate. I ll tell her you ll
call tomorrow. I love you, honey. We all do and we re so proud and happy that
you ve found your mate.
 Thank you. I am too. He s a good man with a good family.
 I ll see you tomorrow then. I love you.
 I love you too, Cade. Smiling, she hung up the phone and went off in search
of her husband.
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She found him in the giant bathroom, lighting candles. He was in his
shirtsleeves, his tie off and his feet bare. The bathroom smelled of him and
only him and she relaxed.
 Hi.
He turned.  Hello there. Everything fine with Cascadia?
 Oh yeah. Great. They re all very happy and will be there tomorrow night. But
enough about them. I m so glad you re still clothed because I want to see you
strip for me.
She stood there in the doorway, watching him, delighting in the way his breath
hitched.
 Only if I get the same treat, he said, walking toward her, hand slowly
popping the buttons on his shirt open.
 Oh don t worry, by the time you pass out, you ll know where all my tattoos
are.
He stopped for a moment and laughed.  I do like your sense of humor, Tracy.
 If it gets you naked faster, I ve got loads more material up here. She
tapped her temple and he grinned just before he let his shirt fall from his
body and stood there, candlelight gleaming off his skin. Like most wolves
whose ancestors came to the
Americas in the Diaspora, his roots were southern European. His hair was dark
and his skin had an olive tone.
His upper body was perfectly proportioned. Wide shoulders with layers of hard,
compact muscle tapered into a V shape with a narrow waist and flat abdomen. He
had just the right amount of hair on his chest, not too much but not hairless
either.
 My. What a lucky wolf I am. The pants too, she murmured as she took the
sight of him in.
He unbuckled his belt, undid his pants and let them slide to the floor and
shoved the boxer briefs down. To say that he was well endowed would be an
understatement.
She d only seen the briefest of glimpses of his cock earlier and had certainly
felt it fill her up, but the whole package made her a bit lightheaded.
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 Do you like what you see?
She nodded mutely. There were no words and even if there were, she wasn t sure
she d be able to form them in the dryness of her mouth. He was beautiful.
Beautiful and masculine and big and strong and oh-so tough. She shivered at
the sight of him. She saw him notice her reaction and his smile in return was
filled with sexy promise.
 Now you. Show me your tattoos.
Grabbing the hem of her shirt, she yanked it up and over her head, tossing it
to the side. She d toed off her boots in the other room and now she
unceremoniously shucked her jeans, panties and socks.
 Damn but you re gorgeous. Those freckles like sprinkled cinnamon across your
nose and cheeks belie the naughty girl the piercings expose. I like that. He
approached her and cupped her breasts.  And these little breasts are
delicious.
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If anyone else had said  little breasts to her, she d have died on the spot,
but coming from him, it was a compliment.
He traced a finger to her shoulder where one of her tattoos was.  This is
pretty.
 It s in the old language. It means  liberation .
He laved his tongue over it and she shivered.
 And this one? he asked, touching the one at the inside of her hip.
 That one is Sheela Na Gig. A goddess of life.
 Hmm, very fitting. He traced the outline of the little round goddess.  Where
else?
She held out her wrists and showed him the insides. Those tattoos, too, were
in the old language.  This one is destiny. And this one is courage. He
pressed a kiss to each one and those eyes pulled back to her own again.
She turned slowly and looked back at him over her shoulder.  That one is a
raven.
He bent to look at it more closely. It was more than that, it was a raven on
the back of a wolf.  This is beautiful, Tracy.
 Thank you. When I was ten I had this series of dreams and I kept changing
into a raven and as the raven has such a big part to play in our own
mythological structure, it s always stuck with me as sort of my touchstone
animal.
In werewolf mythology, the raven was the source of knowledge, a guide in all
things.
He couldn t quite believe how utterly turned on he was by her body. He d never
in a million years been attracted to women with piercings and tattoos and yet
this one turned him on past bearing. He loved that edge about her, loved her
naughtiness, and it made him feel that way too. Certainly he was no prude but
he d never had sex outside in a hedge maze. He d never seen a tattoo on
someone and wanted to lick it.
Unable to resist, he licked each tiny dimple at the base of her spine and she
gasped.
Standing, he moved around her, so hard his cock tapped his stomach.  Champagne
and chocolate and a bath await you.
Stepping in, he held out a hand and she took it, letting him help her into the
tub.
Sitting in the water across from him, she sighed, her eyes going half-lidded.
 This bathtub is something else. My house was built in the Forties, the
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