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If I were a true animal, this had to be what it felt like to be around a female in heat.

I gulped and pointed ahead of me. “That’s it, first door after the bathroom, on your left.”

She turned into my bedroom and I could hear gasp from where I stood.

It didn’t scare me—instead that gasp made me ache for her. Ache to hear those sounds in my ear as she rode my cock.

“I told you,” I said as I walked into my room behind her.

My room was red and black. Harsh and dynamic colours, with steel furniture and hard edges.

“I love it. Very… sexy.” She moved over to the curtains and drew them shut.

Darkness enveloped us and she began to undress.

I could hear movement in the dark and my chest began to tighten and ache.

“I’ll let you sleep.”

I turned to move away and heard her sigh.

It stopped me. I wasn’t sure why, but I knew she wanted to say something.

“Is something wrong, Claire?” I asked, turning around to face her slowly.

“I don’t know how to do this. I’m so awkward.”

I laughed. “You are the opposite of awkward. You’re sexy, sensual and beautiful. Not awkward.”

I couldn’t see the smile on her face in the dark, but I hoped it was there.

“Okay…” She pulled back the covers and climbed in, but there was something else she wanted to say. I could feel it.

“Whatever it is, Claire, you can tell me.”

Did she want to mate with Dexter alone, and not have anything to do with us? That would be my worst nightmare come true, but what else could she want to say?

“Would you stay with me for a while? Just, you know… to cuddle.”

Hell, yes. “Of course, I will.”

I was out of my clothes and under the covers in seconds.

I lay on my back on the pillows and Claire crawled over to me, laying her head on my shoulder and her hand on my heart.

My wolf was going crazy inside me.

I had no idea how I was going to lay here and let her sleep, but I had to. If she wanted to cuddle, then she’d get a cuddle.

I should be grateful she wanted me at all, after having Dexter. The Alpha, after all, did get the best traits of a pack mate.

Her hand began to stroke my chest in a soothing, soft way.

“Are you naked?” she asked suddenly.

“Um… yeah. I sleep naked.”

This was normal behaviour for me. We didn’t even bother with underwear. What was the point when you were shifting every other day?


Tags: Amelia Shaw Paranormal