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To an onlooker, perhaps even to his companion, this pell-mell sprint would have looked like two racers fighting for dominance on the track. Or may have appeared to be the hectic fleeing of prey from its pursuer. But rather than sport or tease or arduous task, Winter’s Wake felt as if he were in a waltz; synchronized and sinful and musical and carnal and graceful and glancing and spirited and—

Everything else melted away to stillness around their racing figures. He and Suliya existed in a void together, and the winterwolf craved no freedom from it.

After all, it was no small gift to run at a full tilt without withholding his agility or softening himself to match a gentler woman. Suliya was more raptor than songbird; unrivaled by anyone he had met before. The sterling lynx held back nothing and in doing so allowed him room to impress her.

But she was not impressed yet—she taunted him! And Wake knew that it was due to the resistance he felt towards ending their dance. He would not let her heckling go unanswered, however, and with a surge he reached to ensnare her in his grasp, eager again to tumble with her and feel once more the sunfire of her pressed against him.