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“That I would be like her?” she asked, waiting for my nod. “Do you ever think that maybe… maybe he just wasn’t a good man?” she asked. “Maybe he wasn’t kind and generous and sweet. Maybe he treated her poorly.”

“We can’t hurt you. It would hurt us too.”

“But it was a different time. My grandmother… she was… difficult. She had a bad history with men and wanted nothing to do with one again. If your alpha was trying to make her settle down, I could have seen her pushing him further away. Not because she wanted to hurt him, but because she’d been so hurt in the past.

“But either way, it was kind of silly to assume that just because she rejected a mate, that I would as well. We’re different people.”

“Didn’t know that about her,” I said, shrugging. “I just wanted to make sure about you before I told you about everything.”

“Then, of course, there’s the fact that a sane person doesn’t believe in were…shifters,” she said, shooting me a smirk.

“There’s that, yeah,” I agreed.

“Do you guys always find your mate with, you know, humans?”

“For as far back as I can remember. Female wolves are so rare that I’ve never met one.”

“So your whole pack is…”

“Men,” I supplied, nodding.

“So… what… how… how does it work when a shifter claims a human woman?”

“They fall in love. They live happily ever after. Make babies.”

“Do they… shift too?”

“You or the babies?”

“Either. Both.”

“You, no. You will continue to be who and what you have always been. But the children would shift.”

“Even if there were girls?”

“Again, it just doesn’t happen much anymore. But if it did happen, yes.”

“Okay,” she said, looking away for a moment, letting all the information settle in. “Um, and, what about when you’re, you know, a wolf? Would you, you know…”

“Force you to become interested in beastiality?” I supplied, chuckling. “No, baby. No. What we have in that way, we have in this form. The wolf is… different. More base and primal. Most interested in protecting you, being there for you, that kind of shit.”

“Okay. Um, I have one more question. It’s an important one,” she clarified, but there was a light dancing around in her eyes.

“Shoot.”

“When you… shift or change or whatever… do you always end up naked after? Because I think I might be into that,” she told me as her gaze slipped down my naked body.

“Careful, baby. You’re hurt. And I’m not that in control of those urges right now.”

“I mean… it’s just my ankle,” she said, eyes getting heavy-lidded. “I’m sure we can think of ways to accommodate it. Besides, I hear orgasms are really good for pain management,” she added.

There was no stopping the growl that moved through me, or my cock from going rock-hard in record time.

I didn’t stop to think.

I didn’t try to be a better man.

I practically fucking pounced on her, pressing her flat on the hard ground, my lips taking possession of hers, kissing her hard and deep, with all the pain and uncertainty we’d both been feeling since that first time on the front porch, when I’d finally made her mine, and she’d made me hers.

Sex, yeah, it was usually good.

But sex with your perfect person? Fuck, that was something else entirely.

Knowing what laid ahead of me, I lost all control.

My hand reached down under her shirt, grabbing her breast, twisting her nipple into a pained point, then sucking it into my mouth as she arched up off the ground, pressing deeper into my mouth, whimpering for more.

I wasted no time carefully removing her shoes so not to hurt her ankle anymore, then yanking off her pants and panties.

“Way, please,” she whimpered as I sat back on my heels to watch as my thumb teased over her clit.

I could never deny her any-fucking-thing. Least of all this, that I wanted just as much as she did.

Grabbing her hips, I yanked her up onto my lap, then thrust inside her tight, wet heat, feeling her walls tighten around me, drawing me in deep.

“Fuck,” I hissed as she moaned.

“Move, please,” she begged, her hands grabbing my arms, holding on as I started to fuck her.

Hard.

Deep.

Reaching down, I grabbed her, pulling her against my chest, then getting to my feet with her, walking a few feet, then pressing her back against a tree, fucking her harder and faster, her moans filling my ears as her pussy got tighter and tighter as she got closer and closer.

“Come for me,” I growled, feeling my own release coming.

Then, just like that, she was spasming around me, dragging me with her until we were both panting and spent.

“What’s funny?” I asked a few minutes later as I felt her jiggling against me with her head buried in my shoulder.

“It’s just… I think I’ve read this book,” she said.


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