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  Sadie understood at once what he was asking.

  “You want to run, don’t you?” she said, leaning forward to speak into one furry ear. It swiveled back to catch her words. “That’s why you brought me here—to run. To gallop.”

  The Buck tossed his head up and down and pawed the earth eagerly with one sharp hoof.

  Sadie’s heart began to race. Did she dare? She was riding bareback with nothing to hold on to but his pelt and she was so high up that a fall could really injure her. Middle-aged Sadie—the calm, sedate woman who had moved to Cougarville in the first place—would have said no. The “mom” part of her would have been horrified at such a foolish risk and the sensible adult would have dismissed it out of hand as completely ridiculous.

  But Sadie had changed and not just physically—she felt daring and alive, all her senses heightened. She felt new, like she was becoming someone completely different from the weary mom and wife who had driven two kids to soccer and ballet, served on the PTA, put up with her cheating husband, and taken care of everyone but herself for so many years.

  She was becoming the new Sadie and the new Sadie was up for anything.

  Leaning forward, she wrapped her arms as far around the Buck’s massive neck as she could and whispered, “Go!”

  Mathis’s Buck took off at once, leaping into action with one powerful lunge of his muscular hindquarters. He raced for the end of the long clearing and Sadie held on for dear life, clinging to his pelt as the wind whipped in her face, making her eyes tear up.

  It was like flying.

  Her hair streamed out behind her and after a moment she realized she was shouting at the top of her lungs—words of encouragement and whoops of pure joy. It seemed like her body was too filled with pleasure to contain it all—she couldn’t remember ever feeling so alive . . . so intensely happy in her entire life.

  “Go!” she shouted in Mathis’s ear. “Go faster—go!”

  He went, making great, leaping bounds across the long moonlit oval that made Sadie feel high enough to touch the stars. They reached the end of the clearing and he made a wide turn and started back at high speed. Again and again they raced back and forth, the Buck bounding and leaping with Sadie clinging to him and laughing and shouting encouragement.

  It was amazing . . . mind-blowing . . . the most incredible experience of her life—Sadie never wanted it to end.

  At last, however, the Buck slowed to a walk at the end of the clearing where they had entered. He was blowing hard but he stamped and tossed his head—Sadie had an idea he was asking her whether she’d had enough or if she wanted to keep going.

  It was on the tip of her tongue to tell him to go again when Sadie realized how extremely sore she was getting. She hadn’t ridden in years but even if she’d been in good practice, riding Mathis in his Buck form was nothing like riding a horse. Her bottom felt positively tenderized and her tailbone was going to be sore for days.

  “Okay,” she told the Buck reluctantly. “I guess maybe we should call it a night.”

  He snorted in agreement and began the winding trek back through the trees to the cabin. Long before they got there, though, Sadie knew she was in trouble.

  All the leaping and bounding and running and rubbing had made her incredibly sensitive between her thighs. As the Buck walked home with his rhythmic tread, she found herself swaying on his back, her legs spread wide, helpless to overcome the pleasure that grew with each of his long strides.

  I can’t . . . can’t do this . . . can’t feel this, she told herself sternly as she swayed helplessly along. But no matter how she shifted or tried to rearrange her legs, the ridge of the Buck’s spine hit her in just the wrong place—Or just the right place, Sadie thought, depending on how you looked at it.

  She tried to think of anything to take her mind off the growing pleasure—her weird life in Cougarville, her ruined cabin, Fiona’s strange, nearly incomprehensible method of bookkeeping—but nothing worked. Her mind kept wanting to show her Mathis naked in the moonlight instead—his tall, muscular form and deep green eyes calling to her. Those big hands that felt so good when he washed her hair . . . the warmth of his broad chest when he cradled her against him . . . the delicious, spicy scent of his skin. Everything about him made her want him. And he wanted her too—hadn’t he said he’d like to rip off her clothes and lick her all over?

  Sadie had to bite back a moan at the thought and a rush of hot desire ran through her. God, what would it be like to let him do that to her? To be with him? He was so big, so strong and yet she’d felt the tenderness in his massive body when he held her. Would he go slow and be careful with her? Or would the animal inside him demand that he breed her hard and long?

  She had a mental image of herself, down on her hands and knees on the forest floor with Mathis behind her. He would run those big, warm hands all over her naked, trembling body and then he would spread her legs, pressing the head of his cock deep into her waiting pussy. She would moan and open up to receive him as she gave him what he needed—what they both needed so badly . . .

  Between the inescapable pleasure and the recurring fantasies, by the time they got back to the cabin, Sadie was right on the edge—so close to coming she could barely breathe. Mathis’s Buck came to a stop right beside the tall rock and she clambered stiffly off, relieved to be able to close her legs again. Yet when she did, she nearly yelped at the sharp sensation that went through her.

  Sadie couldn’t ever remember feeling so sensitive in her life and she was beginning to wonder if it was only from riding Mathis while he was in his Buck form. Was there something else going on with her? Some part of the Rejuvenation process she had yet to learn about?

  As soon as she was safely on the rock, the Buck took a step back. A shiver seemed to run over his entire shaggy pelt and then the Shift began, only this time in reverse.

  The process was much more rapid this time—fur receded, limbs shortened dramatically, and the massive rack of antlers shrank back into his forehead all in the space of seconds. It seemed Sadie barely had time to blink before Mathis was standing before her naked and wild-looking in the moonlight.

  “Sadie . . .” His eyes were half lidded with desire, his fists clenched at his sides. His shaft was hard and throbbing against his flat belly. “I can smell your heat.” His voice was a low, raw growl. “I’ve been smellin’ it all the way home.”

  Sadie bit her lip. Her whole body suddenly seemed too hot—the down jacket smothering her. She unzipped it and let it fall to the rock she was standing on, trying to breathe. The chilly wind felt good on her exposed flesh—it made her nipples into tight little points and teased between her spread thighs, sliding between her swollen pussy lips to kiss her aching clit.

  “Sadie . . .” Mathis took a step forward, his eyes filled with a feral need she could feel building inside herself as well. “You’re so hot and wet . . . I could feel it against my back when you rode me.”

  “I can’t help it.” Her voice came out in a breathless whisper. “Your back . . . you were rubbing . . . rubbing me . . .”

  “Here?” He took another step forward and thrust his hand between her legs.

  Thanks to the rock she was still standing on, they were almost eye-to-eye so he didn’t have to reach far to get to her. The minute his hot, hard palm connected with her sensitive clit, Sadie came, the orgasm hitting her hard and fast the same way it had the first time he’d ever touched her.

  She gasped, ripples of pleasure running through her like shockwaves. She had to grab his broad, bare shoulders to keep from falling as her knees suddenly went weak and wobbly. “Mathis,” she moaned. “Oh God, please.”

  His mouth found hers and then he was sliding inside her, two long, strong fingers slipping deep into her hungry pussy as he took her mouth in a hard, demanding kiss.

  Sadie moaned helplessly as he thrust inside her, scratching at his shoulders as she spread her legs wider, wanting more of him, helpless to resist what he was offering.