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My woman…

Have I died and gone to heaven? Or have I gone
completely, totally nuts?

Had she completely lost her mind? Thank God she was still on
the Pill! Having unprotected, hot, amazing sex with a total stranger? She came
back to earth with a crash, listening to deep, rasping breathing next to her
temple. She should be getting up and getting out, but instead she found herself
experimentally squeezing the still-thick, still-hard cock that was still buried
in her cunt, tightening her inner muscles to clench him. Chellie felt a shudder
of response go through the heavy, hard body that was caging hers with most of
its weight suspended on knees and elbows.

Thank God! He’s huge
.

She was no pixie, by any means, but this man dwarfed her.

Almost afraid to open her eyes, she swallowed convulsively
and cleared her throat, and when he lifted his head from her temple and that
sweat-damp river of black hair tickled her throat and face, she blinked up into
night-dark eyes that made her tremble with another shot of desire. Suddenly
embarrassed by the fact that he was still buried balls-deep inside her and his
hard, sweat-slick chest was still pressed tightly against her painfully hard
nipples, she wondered if maybe she should try to salvage a smidgeon of her
shattered dignity and get the hell off his bed.

But when he leaned down once more and softly kissed her
lips, all thought of leaving deserted her and she wrapped her legs around his
hips once more, her heels pressing into the hard muscles of his calves as she
dragged him into a stranglehold to assure herself that he wasn’t going
anywhere. Common sense and dignity be damned! He had rung her friggin’ bells so
thoroughly, she didn’t know which way was up.

Chellie’s hands slid from his massive shoulders down to
clutch his hard, delicious butt, and with a deep groan of pure male
satisfaction, he began to move again. He was so deep inside her that his thick
shaft dragged over every tingling, raging nerve in her cunt as he pulled out
almost to the tip and slammed home again and again, driving her upward into
another mad spiraling flight toward heaven.

Zeke slammed deep and hard, sensing her need and answering
with his own. Her cry of release carried him with her as he growled and filled
her yet again with his cum. He almost lost control of his arms and legs, but
somehow managed to stop his body from crushing her as he sank onto his side,
wrapping his woman in shaking arms and burying his nose in her sweat-damp mane
of sable curls. He had never felt anything like this before. Had never felt a
joy so deep or a peace so perfect. Had never smelled anything so delicious as
her woman’s musk and the heady scent of her sweet hair.

Maybe the spirits hadn’t forgotten him, after all.

Fighting to calm his ragged gasps for air, he listened to
her erratic heartbeat begin to slow to normal. He felt the slight stiffening of
her body and eased his tight grip. Maybe he was being too rough. Then her fist
connected—hard—with his jaw, and she scrambled out of his narrow bed like a
spitting wildcat. He was too shocked to move or think.

What the fuck?

His eyes snapped open and he moved fast to avoid the second
punch that probably would have smashed his nose, and was on his feet before the
furious
dénzhóné izdzán
could launch another assault on his
still-throbbing body. Hell, the next one might be aimed at something a lot more
sensitive! Zeke grabbed her from behind to limit the strikeable area of his
naked body, then cursed under his breath as his body reacted normally to the
feel of that incredible, rounded ass jamming and wriggling against his
still-aching, still-wide-awake cock.

Closing his eyes, he urged her rebellious mind to relax. To
accept. To want. Zeke had to keep her from bolting. Hell, he was pretty sure
his wolf might enjoy chasing her bare-butt naked through the brush, but he
didn’t want her any more spooked than she already seemed. He breathed calm into
her spirit. Quiet. Warmth.

You are my woman…

Chellie came out of her sex-induced, sensual coma and opened
her eyes to find him literally under her nose. All that hot, sleek, utterly
mouthwatering copper skin pressed to her too-limp, too-willing body. All that
hot, rolling mass of muscle wrapped around her so tightly that she could barely
draw a breath.

Gah! What the fuck am I doing?

Instant embarrassment and instant humiliation filled
her—along with instant rage. Of course, it hadn’t been
all
his fault.
She had been an all-too-willing participant in what had just happened. But it
was far easier to blame him for her sudden, oversexed insanity. Anger boiled up
from deep inside. He had taken advantage of her in a weak moment. Of course,
she sort of realized that she had taken advantage of him in her moment of need,
but who cared about that? This was totally
his
fault.

When he loosened his hold on her, she hauled back her free
hand and slugged him as hard as she could in the jaw.

Owww!

She was pretty sure that had hurt her hand more than it had
hurt his face, but when he let go she scrambled up and hauled back for another
swing, so incensed she wasn’t exactly considering what the possible
consequences of an outright physical attack might be.

Oh shit!

She didn’t have long to wait to find out those consequences.

He was faster than she had expected. He was off the narrow
bed and had her wrapped in a bear hug from the rear before she could even catch
a breath. He was behind her, his legs splayed so that she couldn’t kick his
shins, his head beside hers so that she couldn’t head-butt him.

OMG! Is that his cock ramming between my ass cheeks? He’s
still
hard?

The heat of his muscular body pressed deliciously against
her back. His hot breath against her cheek and his powerful arms wrapped
tightly around her were almost enough to make her forget she was supposed to be
indignantly defending her damn honor here. Languid pleasure wound its way
through her body, leaving in its wake a tingling, delicious sense of peace.
Tranquility filled her—and somehow she realized that he was doing something to
make
her feel like that. How she knew wasn’t important. She simply
knew
.

He was holding her in such a way that she couldn’t do any
real damage to him. Her arms were trapped at her sides, her wrists caught
against her belly in one of his big hands. She was on her toes—no leverage to
kick out or struggle effectively. His breath ruffled her damp hair while his
other big hand was gently petting her breasts and mons in a way that made her
body tremble with need.

How many damn orgasms does this guy figure I can handle
in an hour?

That thought shot a frisson of need to her pussy.

She had to say something.

Communication needed here
.

He hadn’t said a word to her since they had hit the sex
thingy at full bore. She hadn’t managed much more than a scream or two of
orgasmic delight. A few whimpers of need. Some pathetic gasps of pleasure,
maybe. Chellie cleared her throat and grated huskily, “Do you think maybe you
could loosen your hold a bit so I can breathe? Maybe get some blood circulating
back into my hands?”

His marvelous chest expanded as he inhaled deeply next to
her ear. “You promise you won’t take another swing at me if I let you loose?”
His voice was a deep growl that made her shiver—from fear or from need, she
wasn’t exactly sure which.

She managed a jerky nod.

And suddenly she felt oddly bereft as that hot, delectable
body moved back, those hard, powerful arms dropped away from her. A cool breeze
across her bare ass told her that he’d left a drop of cum on her butt cheek.
Hot blood suffused her face as she stood stiff and kept her arms wrapped over
her body, as if that would cover her and protect her from being seen. She
closed her eyes and swallowed the tightness in her throat.

“Um…would you please hand me my clothes?”

Where the hell did that come from? He’s seen everything
you have, you fool.

“I really need to get dressed.”

Wow! Understatement of the year. And a bit late…

Zeke glanced dazedly around the small cabin and spotted her
jeans, shirt, boots and that tiny little scrap of lace he’d yanked from her
pussy by the wall where he’d stripped her bare. His jeans were nearby. He
snagged the items from the floor and dragged on his pants before turning to
hold hers out, nudging the clenched hand that tried valiantly to cover one
deliciously round breast. Her eyes flew open and she stared at the clothes,
then lifted her eyes to his face.

“Thanks…” She snatched the proffered items and turned away
to keep him from seeing her hot blush as she dragged her jeans on without
bothering with the thong. He watched as she tugged her shirt on then bent to
stomp her feet into her spike-heeled boots, studiously avoiding looking in his
direction. She smoothed her mussed hair back from her red cheeks with shaking
hands. “Um…I really need to get my car started. You wouldn’t happen to have a
car—maybe a sat phone?” When she turned her wide, hot-chocolate eyes toward
him, they slid from his face to his chest as if she were afraid to meet his
gaze.

“I don’t own a car or truck. No phone of any kind. I don’t
usually have people come here, and I’m pretty low maintenance.” He managed to
make his voice sound calm despite the raging fever in his blood.

That brought her eyes to his and her mouth dropped open. “A
horse? A motorcycle? A frigging bicycle?”

“None of the above—I don’t need them.”

“How the hell am I supposed to get back to civilization
without my damn car?” Her voice rose with every word until she was nearly
yelling. With an obvious effort, she calmed herself and asked levelly, “Okay.
No car, no truck, no phone, no mode of transport. Does the old man bring you
supplies? How often does he come out here? When can I get him to take me back
to town?”

Zeke was having a bit of difficulty himself as he watched
her generous breasts heaving with anger and frustration. “Joe brings me
supplies once a month.”

Chellie almost screamed. “Once a
month
?”

At his slow nod, she clenched her teeth and asked tersely,
“When did he bring your supplies last?”

“Three days back.”

“You mean I’m totally stuck here for three weeks, in a
one-room shanty that happens to be occupied by—by—by a total stranger?”

A total stranger I just fucked like a nympho
.

Her indignation and anger began to waver into something more
like horror. “Please tell me you have a neighbor somewhere out here? Please…”

The man bent to retrieve his shirt and shrugged into it with
slow, seductive movements that started her heart hammering again.

Gah! Why am I so friggin’ horny?

His dark eyes seemed to gauge her unsteady emotions as he
buttoned his shirt with slow, capable fingers. Every move he made set off some part
of her aching, trembling body. Her eyes shifted from his chest to the front of
his tight, half-unbuttoned 501s and she whipped around to face the opposite
wall.

OMG! He’s hard again.

His voice came from just behind her and she nearly jumped
out of her skin. “Since you appear to be my guest for the next three weeks, I
think introductions are in order.”

Moving away to regain her composure a bit, Chellie slowly
turned to stare up into his intense, sculpted face. A slow, breathtaking smile
spread over his face, exposing amazingly white, beautiful teeth that could have
graced a toothpaste ad in a glossy magazine.

“I’m Zeke. Ezekiel, actually, but it’s too damn much of a
mouthful.”

Chellie tried very hard to focus her incredibly foggy mind.
What the hell was wrong with her, for God’s sake? Everything seemed to be
surreal and moving in slow motion! “Um…Chellie. Um…Michelle, actually, but I
hate it. I was named after my adoptive mother. She’s French. My adoptive dad is
Scottish.”

I. Am. Babbling!

She almost screamed when a large, calloused hand gently
touched the side of her face, sending a shot of pure lust sizzling through her
body. “Your birth mother is Oglala Sioux. Your true father was Northern
Cheyenne.”

He got that just from touching my face? So frigging weird!

Her heart was racing and her thoughts were dangerously
wavering as she swallowed the thickness in her throat and blinked away the
dizziness that threatened to make her lose control of her legs. “How—how’d you
know that?”

“I just know things when I touch people and objects.”

“Please don’t touch me again! I’ve had all the surprises and
shocks I can handle in one twenty-four-hour period!”

The hand remained gently caressing her skin, then she felt
it tremble slightly before he dropped it to his side. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean
to scare you.”

Managing to get her feet to move, Chellie quickly backed up
a couple of steps and bumped into the rough wall beside the dresser.

I am
so
screwed!

Zeke sensed there was much more to the woman than appeared
on the surface. Her outer beauty captivated him, but it was her inner beauty
than made him ache to claim her. As she jumped back from his touch, she seemed
to be trying to distance herself from him. His heart slowly turned to lead
within his chest and he watched her eyes shift away toward the door, as if she
was considering running. He had been alone for so long that he thought he might
fly apart at the seams if she walked away from him now. And she looked ready to
bolt.

It wouldn’t matter if she did. He could outrun her with
little or no effort. He could overpower her without even half-trying. Running
would be futile, but she didn’t know that.

She wanted him, yet she feared that want. He was what she
needed, yet she seemed to be terrified of admitting that. The old one had sent
her to him.

She is mine
.

And yet she wasn’t. Not really. He was even more confused
now than he had been as she had responded so eagerly to his touch moments ago.
He saw regret in those beautiful eyes, and he hated that he had frightened her.
They had both acted purely on instinct, and now she was seeing her intense
attraction to him as a mistake. A big one, from the look in her large chocolate
eyes. He ached to put her fears to rest.

“I won’t hurt you. I won’t touch you again unless you want me
to. You don’t have anything to fear from me. I won’t take what you don’t offer
freely. Just don’t run from me. Okay? You wouldn’t like what would happen if
you ran. I will sleep outside. You can have the bed. I promise you are safe
with me.” His words tumbled out in a panicked rush and he fought to keep from
reaching for her again. “We belong to each other,
Ał'ch’isé hawu
.”

Shit, man, you sound so damn pathetic.

His rough, low voice sent a shiver of something raw and hot
through her. It took a moment, but when his words finally sank in, she couldn’t
help her shocked question. “What the hell do you mean, ‘we belong to each
other’? And I prefer you speak English so I know what you just called me.”

His eyes slid hungrily over her hot face. “I called you Little
Dove…the name your birth mother gave you.”

“Oh? And just how do you know that? You don’t know me at
all. You’d never even met me until thirty minutes ago. I have no idea who the
hell you are or why I’m apparently stuck here in this God-forsaken place with a
total stranger. This is just crazy!” She barely managed not to say
“And we
just fucked like bunnies…”

His eyes had the oddest effect on her as he drew a deep
breath, almost as if he could see into her soul…into her mind. When he spoke it
was barely a whisper, but she heard it loud and clear.

“You were born to be mine. I was born to be yours. If things
hadn’t happened as they have, we would never have met. It was meant to be. I
need you and you need me. We can’t exist apart. I know you don’t understand
this yet, but it’s true. Didn’t you sense that you were being drawn here for a
reason?”