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I laughed. “Um... You couldn’t feel me coming around you? Over and over again?”

“Well, yeah, but...” He grinned and walked the few steps over to me and kissed me again, but this time with a hint of gentleness in his touch. “You really are perfect, aren’t you?”

I let him drag me back to bed for a cuddle before he said he had to return to work and I dozed off into sleep once more.

My body was sated but my heart was in turmoil. No matter how awful she’d been, maybe Anne was right. Would Markus ever be able to love me the way I knew I could love him? And where did that leave Ollie? If they came as a so-called perfect pair, would it work if only one of the pair accepted me?

Time was the only thing that would tell.

Chapter 13

MARKUS

I didn’t go back to work. I texted the guys to say I had to sort out a family issue, and instead, went and saw the diner owner that Lexie used to work for.

Despite the amazing sex we’d enjoyed—or perhaps because of it, with my body and emotions in heightened mode—I was full of testosterone and rage.

At my mom.

At Fate.

At every person who’d told me that I was a shit of a man and didn’t have the heart or discipline to be a decent husband.

So, instead of staying with the woman I was meant to mate with, I left and drove into town. I was there in mere minutes and found a parking spot right out the front of the diner.

It was early in the week, and mid-afternoon, so Main Street was quiet at this time.

I hopped out of the truck and tightened my belt another hole. I hadn’t tightened it properly after sex with Lexie, being too concerned about her.

Damn, that session had been hot.

Last night had been amazing enough, but to come home and be able to turn her anger into a way to connect and be close... that had been incredible. To take her so roughly against the wall had satisfied every urge inside me, and while I’d hoped she enjoyed it too, the moment we were done I’d begun to worry. What if she hadn’t enjoyed it? What if she hated it, and was disgusted with how I’d just treated her? I’d immediately assumed she would turn away. Be horrified at my animal impulses.

More than one lover in the past had complained about my passion, especially human women. It was one of the reasons I preferred sleeping with shifters. They didn’t look down on me for needing a bit of roughness, or tell me I’d gone too far and pushed them past their comfort level.

It made the tenderness Lexie showed me afterwards so much sweeter, knowing she accepted every part of me.

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