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She didn’t balk at his own advance—a promising sign, if the inexperienced lover could assume a guess. The corner of his mouth twitched, his own need beginning to stir in perhaps a more obvious way as he began to skirt around the she-wolf. His nostrils flared as he took in her scent, and his fiery eyes remained hungrily upon her. “Let me show you,” he decided, his tone becoming a deep rumbling growl, his jaws moving forward to preen boldly at her nape, should she allow his advances.