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  Her gaze stayed locked to his as he closed the remaining distance between them. It took everything in him not to reach out, pull her close and claim her lips. His mating urge rode him a little harder when he smelled the heady scent of her arousal in the air around them. It would continue to ride him until he claimed her as his mate the first time they made love. That would be when their souls joined, truly mating them.

  “Hi,” he said, his voice gruff with the pounding need throbbing through his body.

  She gave him a shy smile. “Hi.”

  “Nice day for a walk.”

  “Yes, it is.”

  “Can I join you? This is my first time coming to the gorge.”

  She nodded and shifted a little farther down the rail. “Sure. Not that I could stop you since this is a public place.”

  He joined her at the rail and peered down the long drop to the river below. She shifted to stand beside him. Her nearness had him fighting to maintain control. If he wasn’t careful, his eyes would mutedly glow, something they did whenever he became very aroused or angry.

  To make small talk, he said, “Great scenery. Makes it worth the drive from Toronto.” Out of the corner of his eye, Atticus saw her turn her head in his direction.

  “Is that where you’re from?” she asked.

  Feeling as if he had himself tightly reined back, he turned away from the view to face her and nodded. “Yes. Do you live here in Elora?”

  “No. I live in Kitchener.”

  “I’ve never been there, but I’ve heard about it.”

  “Let me guess,” she replied with a grin, “you’ve heard about our Oktoberfest? Or, as I like to call it, the big drunk.”

  He grinned. “I do believe that came up during the conversation I had with one of my friends who has visited Kitchener.”

  She smiled. “I thought so. And I bet this friend of yours made his visit when Oktoberfest was on. He more than likely spent some of his time in the Concordia Club’s big tent drinking beer and eating Oktoberfest sausage.”

  Atticus chuckled. “Yes, but he consumed more beer than sausage. By the pitcher full, to be exact.”

  “I don’t call it the big drunk for nothing.”

  “Have you ever been?”

  “No. It’s not really my thing. Though, I once rented an apartment across the street from the Concordia Club for about a year. During Oktoberfest, the polka music they played was loud enough to be heard inside my apartment, even with all the windows closed. That’s the closest I’ve come to going Oktoberfesting.”

  He stuck out his hand. “I’m Atticus, by the way.”

  She put hers in his and gave it a shake. “I’m Rylee.”

  Atticus continued to hold her hand, reluctant to give up even this small amount of contact. The feel of her touching him made him crave a taste of her. His gaze focused on her lush lips. It would be so easy to pull her closer using their joined hands, bend and kiss her. As if she’d sensed his thoughts, the tip of Rylee’s tongue came out and licked her bottom lip as the scent of her arousal grew stronger.

  That was enough to have him acting before he could rein himself back under the rigid control he’d been holding. With a moan that bordered on a wolf’s growl, Atticus yanked her against his chest and buried his other hand in the hair at her nape. He took her lips in a heated claiming, sweeping his tongue along the crease until they parted to allow him entrance.

  He twined his tongue with hers, stroking. The taste of her went straight to his head, making his libido go into overdrive. A true growl of approval pushed out of him as he released her hand and she placed it on his chest. Dropping his hands to her hips, he pulled her even closer, grinding his aching cock against her. Rylee moaned, and kissing him deeper, sucked on his tongue.

  The rest of the world seemed to fall away until Rylee became the center of his universe. Her scent, the taste of her on his tongue, the feel of her against him and the small sounds of pleasure she made had his mating urge demanding he take her right then and there.

  The sound of a loud wolf whistle had Atticus unthinkingly lifting his head, his upper lip snarled as a low growl rumbled out of him. Seeing three teenage boys standing not too far away, he quickly closed his eyes and took a deep breath to calm himself. His eyes had to be glowing. He had to get himself back under control.

  If Rylee had noticed what he’d done, she didn’t show it when she pushed out of his arms and turned to glare at the boys. “I thought you guys would be off doing whatever.”

  One of the boys who had the same colored hair and eyes as Rylee said, “We’re hungry and thought we’d look for something to snack on, and to see what time you would be cooking dinner. But I can see you’re a little busy right now. And I have to say, seeing my sister making out, gross. I think Mom should have been more worried about what you would get up to on this camping trip than me.”

  Atticus now saw the family resemblance between brother and sister in their features and not just their shared coloring. He watched Rylee cross her arms over her chest and narrow her gaze at her brother.

  “Don’t push it, Luc,” Rylee said. “And who said anything about me cooking you dinner? You know how to roast a hot dog over a fire just as well as I do. So do Josh and Nick. And if you find what I was doing gross, you can keep on walking.”

  Atticus bit back a smile. Rylee and Luc reminded him of what he and his twin sister used to be like while in their teenage years, which at nine hundred years old, had been a very, very long time ago. Once they’d matured, the sniping had stopped and they remained close to this day.

  In an excuse to make sure he’d spend more time with Rylee, Atticus broke into the conversation. “I have something better than hot dogs. Why don’t we all have dinner together? I’ll bring steaks and the barbeque. I’ll even cook them.”

  “I could go for some barbequed steak,” said one of the boys.

  One of the others replied, “I’m with you on that one, Josh.”

  “I guess that’s settled then,” he said. He caught Rylee’s gaze. “If that is okay with you? You’re the chaperone.”

  She nodded. “I’m fine with it.”

  “Good.” Atticus turned to the boys. “Why don’t you return to your campsite while Rylee and I go get the food and barbeque?”

  The three boys nodded before heading down the trail, leaving Atticus alone once again with Rylee.

  “Don’t you think it would be easier just for us to come to your campsite instead?” she asked.

  Yes, it would, but getting her to help him lug the barbeque back and forth—not that he really needed it—was more alone time he’d have with her. He assumed Rylee and the boys would only be here for the long weekend, same as he, which meant he didn’t have much time to work on claiming her as his mate. Given the fact she was mortal with more than likely no knowledge of werewolf kind, made it that much harder.

  And once he claimed her and their souls joined, they wouldn’t be able to stand being apart for any length of time. A few hours away would seem as if they hadn’t seen each other in a year. Their minds would play tricks on them, make them think something had happened to the other. And during that time, all they would be able to think about would be being together again. Once they did, they would end up having desperate, hot sex.

  Atticus made sure some of the arousal still flowing inside him showed in his eyes when he gazed at Rylee. “It might be easier, but it gives me a chance to have you all to myself. The boys don’t know where my campsite is. We can take as long as we want.”

  Rylee’s chest rapidly rose and fell as she breathed faster. “Then let’s go,” she said softly.

  Taking her hand, Atticus set them into motion. With each step he took toward his campsite, the hotter his blood became.

  Chapter Two

  Rylee felt her heart thudding against her ribs as it beat madly. She was so turned-on at the prospect of being alone with Atticus she could hardly think straight. The kiss they’d shared before Luc and his friends had interrupted
had been bone-melting good. With Atticus’ hard cock grinding against her, she was pretty sure he’d have had her coming while he kissed her socks off.

  Normally Rylee didn’t paw at a guy she found attractive without getting to know him a little better, but with Atticus it was different. For some unknown reason, she felt comfortable around him. She also wanted to screw his brains out. Badly. The instant their gazes had met, she’d wanted him. Even now, holding his hand as they walked to his campsite, all she thought about was ripping his clothes off to explore his hard, muscular body with her lips and tongue.

  As if he knew what she thought, Atticus turned his head and gave her a gaze so hot an ache pounded between her legs. It wasn’t too hard to figure out he wanted to continue where they’d left off once they reached their destination. She was all for it. Rylee had no idea where things would go with him, but she wasn’t willing to let him slip between her fingers. Considering herself only okay in the looks department, having a man who looked like Atticus—a man that could have any woman he wanted with a crook of his finger—so obviously attracted to her could be a once-in-a-lifetime chance. Suddenly the dreaded camping trip with her brother had turned out to be the best of her life.

  At Atticus’ campsite—far enough away from hers so the boys wouldn’t be able to find it easily—Rylee allowed him to walk her over to the two-man tent. He pulled her to a stop in front of it.

  “Do you trust me, Rylee?” he asked quietly.

  Surprisingly, she did. There was something in his eyes that made her feel protected, cherished, as if she’d already become special to him. It might just be wishful thinking, but it didn’t stop her from feeling as if he was trustworthy.

  She nodded. “I do.” He graced her with a sexy smile that had her pussy clenching and wetness leaking into her panties.

  “Good, because all I can think about is seeing if you taste as good as you smell.” He put his arms around her and pulled her close enough for her to feel the hard ridge of his erection pressing against her belly. He bent and nibbled on her earlobe before he said in a husky voice right into her ear, “I’ve waited a long time to find you.”

  Rylee shivered, need heating her blood. She had no idea what Atticus meant about waiting to find her, but right about now, she didn’t care. She just wanted him to kiss her, touch her, make her come.

  He released her and unzipped the tent’s flap. Knowing perfectly well what she would be getting herself into, Rylee ducked inside. Atticus followed her in, zipping the tent closed once again.

  Being the large man that he was, Atticus seemed to make the tent feel very small, not that it mattered much once he took Rylee in his arms. She fell into his embrace as he sat on the sleeping bag and pulled her onto his lap so she straddled him. She moaned when their lips met and her jean-covered pussy made contact with the large bulge in his pants. She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him with a hunger that matched his.

  Atticus’ large hand came up and covered her breast. He brushed his thumb across her taut nipple, making it tighten even more. His tongue pushed its way inside her mouth to meet hers, mimicking how she wanted him to take her with his cock.

  Rylee rubbed herself against his erection and it twitched between her legs. He felt thick and long, big enough to give her a good ride. Unwinding her arms from around his neck, she dropped her hands to his shoulders, then down to his waist. She took hold of the bottom of his t-shirt and lifted. Her knuckles grazed a smooth, hairless chest on the way up. Atticus pulled away, releasing her breast, and yanked his shirt off over his head.

  She sucked in a breath, her gaze running over his well-defined chest and six-pack abs. He was a work of art. She’d never been with a man as muscular as Atticus, and she liked it.

  He took her hands and placed them palm down on his pecs. “Touch me. I want to feel your hands running all over me.”

  At his husky words, Rylee did just that. She skimmed her hands up to his broad shoulders and down his arms before going back up again. At his chest, she used the tips of her fingers to circle each of his flat nipples. They beaded under her touch.

  Rylee caressed her hands down his abs to the top of his jeans. Atticus stopped her before she could go any farther. She looked at him to find his eyes closed to mere slits. She could have sworn they seemed to mutedly glow for a split second before he blinked and it was gone.

  “Not yet,” Atticus said. “First, it’s my turn to touch you.”

  Wanting nothing more than to feel his hands on her, she pulled her shirt off and dropped it to the bottom of the tent beside them. “Then touch me.”

  Lowering his head to the top of her chest, he reached around her and unhooked her bra as he made a wet trail with his lips and tongue across the tops of her breasts. He brushed the straps down her arms and off. Rylee moaned and pressed herself closer when his lips closed over one of her nipples, the tip of his tongue circling the tight bud. As he sucked, she felt a corresponding pull deep inside her pussy. She panted, sinking her fingers into his hair to hold him to her.

  Atticus shifted to her other breast and gave it the same attention. Rylee couldn’t stop herself from grinding against his hard cock, desperately wanting to have it buried inside her pussy. “I need more,” she told him in a breathy voice.

  He released her breast and slowly lowered her to her back on the sleeping bag. “I’ll give you more.”

  Shifting to straddle her, he undid the button and zipper on her jeans. Bending to rain kisses across her stomach, Atticus pulled her pants past her hips and down her legs. Rylee kicked them off once they reached her ankles. The sound of her fast beating heart thundered in her ears as he hooked her panties with his fingers and dragged them down and off.

  She forgot to breathe for a few seconds when Atticus shifted lower on her body, spreading her legs farther apart with his broad shoulders. At the first swipe of his tongue along her pussy, all the air left her lungs in a whoosh. He made a real-sounding animalistic growl as he licked her from bottom to top, circling her clit with the tip of his tongue.

  He licked and sucked until she rocked against his mouth. One finger and then another pushed inside her slick opening, causing a loud moan to push past her lips. In and out he stroked, sucking on her clit at the same time. Her body coiled tighter, an orgasm edging ever nearer.

  “Let go,” he said against her. “Come for me, Rylee.”

  As if her body answered his commands, her climax took her over. Her inner walls clutched at the fingers inside her pussy as wave after wave of intense pleasure swept through her. She cried out, calling Atticus’ name.

  He slowly made his way back up her body, kissing her skin as he went. The rasp of his zipper being pulled down sounded loud in the tent. He took her lips in a heated claiming while he pushed his jeans down far enough for his cock to spring free. Rylee reached between their bodies and wrapped her hand around his hard length. She pumped it up and down, squeezing his shaft in a tight fist. Atticus flexed his hips, pushing tighter into her hand. The same animalistic growl he’d made before rumbled out of him again.

  Her arousal increasing, Rylee shifted subtly under Atticus. She kissed him deeper, sucking on his tongue as she used her grip on his cock to lead it to her pussy. Pressing down, she only managed to get the very tip of him inside her before he placed a restraining hand on her hip.

  He broke contact with her mouth and buried his face in the crook of her neck. “No,” he said gruffly. “It’s too soon.”

  She didn’t think so, but Atticus didn’t give her much choice. He pulled out of her and squeezed her hand around his cock harder. He pumped his hips, then with a strangled moan, he came on her stomach.

  The sound of their heavy breathing filled the small confines of the tent. Slowly coming down from her sexual high, Rylee couldn’t help but notice Atticus’ cock was still hard in her hand. He’d come, the proof of it was on her skin, but he hadn’t softened one bit.

  Atticus pulled out of her grip and shifted to lie at her side. He
lifted himself on one elbow and reached for his shirt. Using it, he cleaned up the mess he’d made on her stomach.

  Once finished, he brushed a gentle kiss across her lips. “We should go to your campsite. The boys are waiting for us.”

  Rylee looked pointedly down at his erection before she met his gaze. “You’re still hard.”

  He kissed the tip of her nose. “Don’t worry about it.”

  “Don’t you want to…you know, finish what we started?”

  Atticus pushed himself into an upright position before helping her to sit up. “We will, just not now. I got my taste of you. That’s enough to tide me over.”

  “Okay, but I’m going to be perfectly blunt here. Why? You’re here for the weekend only, the same as I am. What about living for the moment?”

  He wrapped his hand around her nape and bent his head slightly to stare into her eyes. “Is that what you want? A fling for the weekend and then go our separate ways? What if I don’t want that? How would you feel if I told you I’m not willing to just let you walk away and out of my life forever?”

  Rylee swallowed. Could Atticus be serious? “We just met. How can you already know you want to stay with me? Yes, we’re good together when it comes to sex, what little we’ve done in that department, that is. But is it enough, though? Don’t get me wrong, I’d love to see this go past the weekend, but look at you. With your looks, you could get a woman who is much prettier than I am.”

  Atticus closed the distance between their mouths and took her lips in a hard, demanding kiss. He didn’t stop until he had her clutching his shoulders. He pulled away, his gaze filled with hunger and need.

  “I don’t want to ever hear you knock yourself like that again, understand? You’re beautiful,” he said, his serious tone telling her he meant every word he spoke. He took one of her hands and led it to the large bulge in his pants. “No other woman has made me as hard as you do. All I can think about doing is burying my cock inside your pussy, taking you until neither one of us can move. I want to claim you, make you mine, but it’s too soon. You’re not ready for that yet.”