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Chapter One

Eight Years Ago

Colin MacDonald was cute. Or, if Gemma Khan was being honest, Colin MacDonald was devastatingly handsome and smart to boot. Every time she saw him he wore a finely tailored dark suit and he kept his hair cropped short. And while he radiated strength, she never felt like he was about to overpower her.

But right now she was concerned with getting him out of this godforsaken building and out about town. Nigel, overbearing alpha extraordinaire, had instructed her to make sure their Scottish friend had a great time, and Gemma was all too happy to oblige.

She was waiting for him outside the alpha’s office at pack headquarters, and when he walked through the door her heart sped up. Colin was the kind of sexy they didn’t make in England, at least not the guys she was used to seeing. The London pack tended towards bruisers who didn’t understand problems could be solved with anything other than fangs and claws.

Colin was a head taller than her and could probably toss her around the room, but the few times he’d touched her, his hands had been gentle. Dark scruff covered his chin adding to his rugged allure and he kept his hair short enough that she could only dream of running her fingers through it, she wouldn’t be able to get a good handful.

Of course, most of her fantasies about him were merely the lust-crazed dreams of an undersexed twenty-year-old. Colin was a respectful man and he hadn’t made a pass. And since Gemma was curvier, at least that was the polite term for it, than any of the other girls her age, she didn’t expect it of him.

Though from the way his face lit up when he saw her, maybe she wasn’t as far out of his league as she feared. Hey, he said, grabbing her hand and giving it a friendly squeeze. What are you doing here?

She smiled back, it was too hard not to when she was next to him. I’m your tour guide, remember? And she had never been more happy to take on an assignment. It’s my duty and pleasure to show you all of the delights that London has to offer.

His eyes flared, the wolf buried under his skin coming to life. "All of the delights? Or are you just showing me the city?"

Gemma swallowed and could feel heat gather in her belly. She took a step closer, leaving centimeters between them. What is it that you want to see? She tilted her head up to watch him watch her. Standing so close she didn’t even see his hand come up until she felt it cup her cheek.

As far as I’m concerned, there’s only one thing in London that I’m interested in seeing.  His voice was low, his brogue rubbing over her skin. Both the inner wolf and the woman loved it.

Then by all means, lead the way.

Colin was staying in a posh hotel just down the road. He grabbed her hand while they walked along the sidewalk and pulled her close. Gemma fit right under his arm, tucked into his body, sharing his space. Even with the hotel so close, she was shocked when they made it all the way to the lift without distraction.

Once they were alone in the lift, distractions abounded.

Colin pushed her against the door and his lips covered hers, devouring her mouth, his tongue swiping against her own. Gemma hooked her own leg over his hip, her skirt riding up, leaving her panties pressed against the hard length of his shaft.

She only realized that the lift had arrived at his floor when she nearly fell backward through the opening door. They stumbled back, half-laughing and still tangled up in one another.

Damn, I’ve wanted you forever, Colin muttered. He pulled back long enough to find his key and open the door to his room.

Gemma’s heart fluttered. There was no prevarication in Colin, he spoke as he felt and didn’t let anything stop him.

We only met two days ago, Gemma laughed. With the first kiss out of the way, she could slow down a little, giving him a peck on the lips and backing away. Don’t tell me you’re some freaky stalker.

Colin grinned and reached over to undo the bow at the top of her blouse. The silky material coiled around his hands and fluttered down once he was done. I would have been if I’d known about you before two days ago.

She put a hand on his chest, running it up and down, feeling the taut lines of the muscle underneath. I wouldn’t have made you stalk me, she said. Gemma reached for the hem of his shirt and worked it up and over his head.

He leaned forward and pressed his lips against her ear, Not even just for fun?

If she hadn’t been wet already, she would have been then. She turned her head and captured his lips once more.

Somehow they made it to the bed in a tangle of limbs and clothes and before she knew it, she was naked on her back, spread out under his worshipping eyes. Gemma had never seen a starving man feast, but she thought his expression might look something like Colin’s.

All she felt in his arms was desire, her desire for him, his desire for her, it engulfed both of them. Between them, there was no room for shame or fear of rejection. There was only this beautiful, natural blossoming of pleasure.

His lips were everywhere. He worshiped her with his body, marking her, claiming her, making her his. God, she wanted him so bad, wanted to be his, if only he would claim her.

And he did, though not in the way of their people.

He thrust inside her, his hips moving in time to hers. And pleasure bloomed within. Gemma could feel it taking her and she rode it, becoming a slave to the feeling. By the time she was gasping out his name, her muscles contracting around him, she could already feel herself halfway to in love with him.

There was no place else she'd rather be.

The dream didn't end there. For the next week, Colin was her's, at least when he wasn't busy speaking with Nigel. They spent their hours in the day together, exploring London and learning each other. They spent their nights in his bed, the long hours lost to lovemaking until