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shadow dance outside." He waited for her response like an excited child.
Unable to withstand her hesitation, he pressed his point, cupping her cheek
with his warm palm. "It's not a curse, Sasha. It's an extraordinary gift from
the Great Spirit. It's not from the demon realms& it's Mother Nature sharing
all her children's gifts with each other through the shadows."
While she didn't claim to understand, the gentle plea in his voice and the
honesty she saw in his eyes made her step forward. She fingered his amulet and
he closed his eyes.
"Yes& I admit, there are dangers."
Bingo. Her gut was never wrong.
"There are shadows made from nature, then those not of the Great Spirit." He
looked down at his chest and then removed the amber and silver he wore, and
looped the chain over her neck. "Sometimes when running or in hot pursuit,
things are a blur, the shadows so dense& things are whirring by so quickly
that you cannot make out one from the other. Normally the unnatural darkness
is colder, like the most severe absence of warmth, not refreshing coolness. It
will make the hairs on your neck stand up. This," he added, tracing where it
lay against her breasts, "will keep you from falling into a demon door."
"Shit, then forget shadow dancing." She began to take the chain from her neck,
but he placed a calm hand over her chest.
"When we go to my people up in the mountains, I'll have them make you a ward&
until then, keep mine. I've been doing this for a long time."
The soft timbre of his voice and the gentle promise in his eyes stilled her.
Never had someone so completely given of themselves to her. She touched the
amber while looking at him.
"This looks so old and sacred& it's too important to who you are& I "
"Please," he said quietly, his eyes searching her face. "Wear it and dance
with me unafraid."
Not waiting for her answer, he took her mouth. Soon the unbearable heat that
he seemed to summon from her just by his touch began to consume her. His
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tongue writhed with hers in a sultry dance, one that promised so much, and his
arms surrounded her, pulling her into their exquisite warmth. Her hands sought
his back, her chest straining to create a friction bond with his. Her pelvis
locked with his and his ruined jeans soon provided him no protection. It was
insane how much she wanted this man.
"Let her out to play, Sasha. She's not a monster& "
"I'm afraid to& I've never been this long without my meds, never "
"What color is she?" he panted against her neck.
"Black?"
"No." He kissed her hard and fast and then pulled back.
"Yes, yes she is," Sasha argued, squeezing her eyes shut tightly. "She's huge&
stands like three feet at the shoulders& "
"That's my wolf," he said in a low, sensual rumble. "I can't believe you saw
it within your own wolf's shadow land."
"The silver one, then& she's me?"
He nodded as his breath hitched.
All she could do was stare at him for a second. He had a look on his face that
held such blatant arousal, she wasn't sure if she should make love to him on
the spot or run.
"Run& " he whispered, reading her eyes, if he hadn't read her mind.
A flash of glowing amber lit his gaze with unmistakable desire. Instinct
kicked in and she turned on her heels and became a blur though the trees.
Within seconds she could feel his nearness, his hot pursuit, the burn of
something within her reveling in newfound freedom. Her strides became longer,
more fluid, and obstacles to sail over in graceful hurdles were now
sought-after things. She could hear Hunter's deft footfalls, his breath. Sweat
coated her body and the pleasure now bordered on agony.
A burning hand suddenly clasped hers, and the next thing she knew she was
sailing. Each footfall hit a cool dark place. The rich, earthy scent of the
forest clipped by snow filled not just her nose, but her lungs, her soul. She
came out of the shadows into a clearing, her eyes wild, her hair static
charged, her body on fire. And then he grabbed her again, this time pulling
her so she almost fell.
"Sasha!" he yelled, excited, his voice deep and commanding. "Lookup birds!"
She wasn't sure which direction to look. In the air or on the ground, but
clear as day she could see the fast-moving shadows of a flock of Canadian
geese.
"Oh, God, wait until you feel this, Sasha!"
She didn't have time to even respond. In two long strides she'd been pulled
into the shapes flitting across the ground. Weightlessness, sailing, climbing,
her stomach rising up in the cool, soundless space, feeling like she'd dropped
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