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Mate Of The Werewolf

Mate Of The Werewolf

Changeling Encounters

By J. S. Scott

Copyright ©2012 by J.S. Scott

All Rights Reserved

Smashwords Edition

He scented her, the instant he entered the building.

Noah Lancaster inhaled a deeper breath, letting her tantalizing smell roll over his senses. Her musk called to him, sweet and heady. Absolutely irresistible!

My mate is here!

After three hundred years he instinctively knew the enticing fragrance that was distinctly hers.

Noah stopped after entering the luxurious hotel, savoring the allure of the erotic beckoning. His expression changed from one of awe and wonder to one of a hunter, a predator. He closed his eyes, every muscle in his body growing taut, his cock rock-hard.

She has to be here.

He let his olfactory senses pinpoint her location. She had to be in the ballroom, probably attending the same benefit ball that had him dressed in a tuxedo, going to a function that he never attended. Thank God he had decided to make an appearance. He never attended this one. This was the first time. Some instinct had led him to this place, to his mate.

Noah shuddered as he opened his eyes. He was a Changeling, his mate designated only for him. His animal instincts made him want to race into the ballroom and claim her now in the most elemental way. She didn't have conscious knowledge of it, but she was calling to him, luring him toward her, making him maniacal just from inhaling her tantalizing scent.

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