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yes."
Shoving away from Beowulf, Roxie stood up and stepped
out of the tub. Picking up a fresh towel from the counter, she
began to vigorously dry herself off. "If that's the case, you
are way too old for me."
Also stepping out of the water, Beowulf grabbed Roxie's
hands, stilling her movements. "It will be okay." Taking the
towel from her, he dried the rest of her body. Taking her left
arm in his hand, he froze when he saw the design circling her
slim wrist. "When did you get this mark, Roxie?"
Looking down at her wrist, Roxie remembered she had
decided not to cover it up since she hadn't expected to be
seeing anyone that day. Cursing herself, she decided a little
white lie was in order. "You mean my tattoo? I got that before
we met."
Beowulf cocked a brow at her. "A bit of a coincidence
wouldn't you say that the rash you claimed to have had is in
the very exact spot where you now have a tattoo?"
"I lied, okay. I thought you wouldn't like it so I decided to
cover it up. The whole rash thing helped explain the gauze."
"I think you're still lying. I don't recall seeing a tattoo on
your wrist the first night we met."
"Are you telling me you memorized everything about me
that night? I find that doubtful. We weren't even together for
an hour before we parted company."
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Taking hold of Roxie's chin, Beowulf forced her to look him
in the face. His ice-blue eyes glowed mutedly. "I want the
truth, Roxie. When did you get this?"
Unable to look away, she swallowed hard. "After the first
night we met. Honestly it did start out as a rash. It wasn't
until after a couple days had passed that the rash scabbed
over and started to fall away. Underneath were these Celtic
markings. I have no idea how I got this. Is it bad?" Roxie
asked quietly.
Turning her wrist over to see the markings on the inside of
her wrist, he sucked in a breath. The markings were a work of
art, intricate Celtic knot work at its very best. On her pale
skin, the black markings stood out. "Keep this hidden, do you
understand me? Especially from anyone who you think is a
werewolf."
A shiver of fear ran down her back. "What aren't you
telling me, Beowulf?"
"I need to get more information before I start jumping to
conclusions. For now, keep it out of sight."
"You're scaring me, Beowulf."
"I don't mean to. Come here."
Without a second thought, Roxie stepped into Beowulf's
open arms. She sighed with contentment as he pulled her
close. She had been fooling herself thinking she could live
without him in her life. For the first time that day she felt
complete, no longer did she feel as if she was walking around
with a big gaping hole in her middle. Lifting her face, she
nuzzled her lips against Beowulf's throat. Only with him did
she feel whole.
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* * * *
The feel of Roxie's lips against his skin sent blood rushing
to his cock. He had pulled her to him to comfort her, but now
all he could think about was burying himself inside her sweet
body. Being separated from her all day, and not being able to
change, had nearly driven him crazy. The only thing that had
saved him was Royce's reassurance that whatever was
affecting him was only temporary. How Royce knew that,
Beowulf could only guess. But he had silently thanked the
man the instant he changed back into human form just before
the sun began to set. Now he had something else to worry
about the markings around Roxie's wrist. He was pretty sure
he recognized the design. If he was correct in his thinking it
was tied in with a very old prophecy, one he hadn't looked at
in years. The only thing about it that made him think he could
be wrong was the fact Roxie wasn't a werewolf. The prophecy
had been quite clear on that fact. The one bearing those
markings would be one of his kind.
Pushing those thoughts aside, Beowulf reached down to
cup Roxie's bottom and pulled her tighter against his fully
engorged cock. Her lips tickled his flesh as they moved over
the throbbing vein in his neck. He stiffened in anticipation as
her tongue flicked against his skin. Holding the back of her
head, he urged her closer. Her teeth scraped down the side of
his throat before she opened her mouth and bit him. He
groaned and pumped his hips into hers as the feel of her
marking him as hers sent his senses reeling. Even though she
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didn't break the skin, Beowulf knew the bite mark would be
visible for all to see.
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