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He smiled, relieved. She wasn t going to give him shit.  Not once you re used to it,
no. It s a nice, slow stretch that helps to center me.
She nodded.  Yoga, huh? That explains your truly epic ass. She tilted her head
and tried to sneak a peek.
He felt himself blushing. No one had ever called his ass epic before.
 Can I watch?
He d have felt more comfortable about it before the comment about his ass.  Sure.
Just do me a favor and keep quiet, especially after I put my music on, okay?
She looked intrigued.  Sure. But afterwards I want bacon.
He d talk to Anderson once he got to the hospital. She might not want to give him
the details on Gary, but he bet the Puma would be more than happy to fill him in.
 Not sausage? He pointed to his groin and waggled his eyebrows.
She giggled.  Alex!
 Fine. He stood up and tugged her out of the bed.  Yoga, shower, then food.
 Then work.
He grinned.  You going to do some ink on me?
She stumbled. One finger traced the Ursa Major stars on his lower back.  What
kind?
The heat in her voice had him nearly growling with need.  You ll see.
 I should hope so if I m going to be tattooing you. She settled back, ready to
watch him stretch.
He unpacked his iPod and plugged it in, selecting the music he d learned put him
in the best frame of mind for his meditation. He settled into the routine, ignoring
her start of surprise at his choice of music. Granted, not many of his friends were
familiar with Loreena McKennitt, but the Celtic music soothed him, the woman s
voice and style calming the beast in him.
 Damn. Just& damn. I m going to like mornings with you. Naked yoga doesn t
sound nearly so skuzzy now.
He felt his cheeks flush again and glared at her. The lust on her face was making
this difficult. Triangle pose was a real bitch with a hard-on.  Tabby, he growled,
moving to Proud Warrior, arms outstretched, legs wide, his weight evenly
balanced between his straight back leg and his bent front one. His erection
bobbed between his legs, shooting the calm he was aiming for all to hell.
 Sorry. She headed into the bathroom to presumably take care of business. Once
she was out of sight, he was able to concentrate on the movements of his body,
allowing his muscles and mind to ease into his day. He slipped into the final
pose, legs crossed, hands resting on knees, his eyes closed. A fine sheen of sweat
covered his body. His slow breath cleansed his mind. He felt invigorated and
completely at peace.
 You finally done, Gandhi? I have bacon to hunt down.
He opened one eye.  You re going to be a serious pain in my ass about this, aren t
you?
She leaned against the doorjamb and smirked at him, showing fang.  What part
of hungry carnivore did you not get?
He shook his head and stood up.  Fine. You re hungry and I smell bad. Shower
first, remember?
She waltzed into the bathroom and grabbed his toothbrush. She started to brush
her teeth.
His stomach rumbled. Suddenly he was ravenous.  You know what? Hurry up, I
want my strawberry pancakes.
She made a face.  Ew.
 What s wrong with strawberries?
 Real strawberries? Nothing. That syrupy crap they put on pancakes? Blech. She
shuddered delicately and handed him his toothbrush.  Here. You can join me in
the shower when you re done.
 I can? Really? May I borrow my shampoo while I m at it?
She chuckled and stepped under the spray.  Maybe. We ll see.
He grinned and brushed his teeth. He stepped into the shower a few minutes
later and thanked God he d decided to stay in a nice hotel. No tiny little shower
stall in this place. It had a full-size tub.
And that meant he could have some fun with his wet, naked mate.
Tabby squeaked when a large set of paws landed on her ass.  Behave, Alex.
 Since when am I Alex?
She was wondering when he d ask that. She was the only one who called him that
other than his brother.  Since I decided there was no way I could moan  Bunny
while you re fucking me. Especially when you re fucking me. She glanced behind
her at his lengthening cock.  You may be furry, but you sure ain t cute.
His lips quivered.  Why, thank you, ma am. He leered down at her, his soapy
palm skating across her nipple.  I aim to please.
She tilted her head and decided to keep playing. She cupped his balls, rolling
them in her palm before letting them go.  And these are not rabbit ears. They
don t vibrate or anything. She then tapped the head of his cock with her
fingernail.  Although, come to think of it, it does kind of look like his little nose is
quivering.
His hand stopped. His chin dropped down onto her shoulder. The leer had turned
into a wide grin.  That s because he smells something delicious. He grabbed hold
of her hand and dragged it back to his hard flesh.  Have I mentioned he loves to
be petted?
She curled her hand around his shaft, but refused to be coaxed closer to the head
of his cock.  Are you sure it s safe? He s drooling an awful lot. Has he had his
shots?
She giggled madly when he picked her up and pinned her against the wall.
 Drooling? He palmed her thighs, spreading her wide. She didn t fight him. She
wanted this just as much as he did. She wrapped her legs around his waist, let
her heels rest on the top of his truly amazing ass.  I ll show you drooling, you
little witch.
She wasn t afraid of him. How could she be? He was smiling down at her, his
hazel eyes gleaming with laughter and something else, something it was too soon
to put a name to. At the most, she was willing to call it affection. It was a good
start, one they could build on.
An even better start was when he began to kiss her, the minty taste of his
toothpaste mingling with his own heady flavor. His palm slid down her body. His
fingers paused at her nipple ring, twisted it until she was gasping into his mouth.
Tabby tightened her legs and tilted her hips, an invitation he accepted. His hand
wandered south again, curled around her pussy until his fingers were stroking
her clit in easy circles. He slid his cock between the wet folds of her pussy, teased
her until she was damn near ready to beg.  Alex?
 Tell me you want me.
She gulped. His eyes were bleeding to brown, his fangs descending. The mark on
her neck throbbed in time with her clit.  I want you, Alex.
The head of his cock slid home, stretching her wide. His lips brushed against
hers, kept them in an almost-there kiss. He ignored her attempts to deepen it, to
bring him into her mouth the way he d entered her body. He rocked them
together with lazy motions, their gazes locked together. It was a coupling
completely unlike what they d done the night before. Last night had been about
staking a primal claim on each other.
This was& something else. Something she hadn t known was possible. The
hurried fucking she d done with her teenage sweetheart, the one-night stand
she d had since rejoining the human race, hadn t prepared her for making love
with Alex.
She clenched around him. She understood what this sweet, lazy fucking was.
This was just as much a claim on her as the other, but where last night had been
about her body, this morning was about her heart.
His lips pursed and he took the kiss his mouth had promised. The hot water beat
down on his back. His buttocks flexed beneath her heels as he thrust over and
over, the sweet slide dragging her closer and closer to orgasm. His hand left her
pussy to curl around her hip, the strength of his hold almost bruising.  Tabby,
he breathed into her. His eyes closed and she knew he was close.
She wanted, needed to come with him. Her hand reached down and took off
where his had left off, stroking herself. She was so damn close.  Alex. Bite me.
Please.
His eyes flew open. His chin brushed against hers, his mouth nipping its way
down to her shoulder. She felt her own fangs descend and knew she d mark him
when they came.
His teeth pierced her, throwing her into her orgasm. He groaned as she bit into
him, marking him once more. She rode his cock and the never-ending orgasm
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