Some day, she decides, she's going to ride him hard and make it last an hour. Two hours. Until they're both helpless and desperate and so absorbed in need they forget their own names and their pasts.

But that's not today. Today she sits up, taking full control of the pace, and she does her absolute best to show him what wolf stamina and lust and love can do; what her supernaturally heightened muscles can do with her already athletic body. What this body can do to his in every rise and sink, every roll of her hips.

She claps a hand over her mouth, hearing her own whimpers muffled but unmistakable.