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I nodded.

He pressed the tip of his cock against the outside of my vagina, teasing me, pushing gently without going in. I thrashed beneath him, hips bucking. I wanted him inside me.

“I want you to say it,” he growled.

“Yes,” I cried. “Yes, I want you.”

He plunged inside me. I cried out in ecstasy as he filled me, thrusting in and out. My hips bucked in time, needing more of him, wanting him even deeper inside me. His head lowered, his lips leaning forward to kiss mine even as he didn’t miss a single stroke. The hunger and need in that kiss fueled my own. The man before me made me so angry, and yet I couldn’t deny the lust and pleasure in the moment. I needed him. I wanted him. I couldn’t help it, no matter how hard I tried.

The pleasure continued to build, growing and swelling with a delectable intensity. His mouth moved away, and his teeth nibbled at my neck, sending new electricity coursing through me. His fingers slipped between my thighs, his thumb teasing my clit.

The sensation of him plunging inside me, combined with the way his fingers toyed with me was too much. I screamed as I shattered beneath him, waves of pleasure and release pulsing through me as my back arched.

His relentless thrusting didn’t stop. He continued gliding in and out as I rode the waves of ecstasy and relief. My hips bucked, not wanting him to stop even as the orgasm began to subside. I never wanted him to stop at all. Moments later, I felt his cock spasm inside me as he finished.

His movements slowed to a stop. His eyes met mine as I panted, still trying to catch my breath. Giving a half-grin, he leaned forward, his lips gently brushing mine.

Even as he untied me, my mind reeled, trying to get a grip on exactly what had happened. But all I could think was,What did I just do?

Chapter 8 - Mark

The shower cut off, and a moment later, Lorelei walked out of the shower, toweling off her hair. She paused when she saw me, her cheeks growing pink.

She didn’t have a towel wrapped around her, so I once again got to admire her body. I looked her up and down, trying not to ogle too much and probably failing. I couldn’t help it. Her pale skin and gentle curves suited the rest of her. Her breasts were just the right size. She was my exact type, and part of me kicked myself for not noticing it when we were kids.

But something looked off. Her eyes seemed distant, and she couldn’t meet my eyes for more than a second.

“You all right?” I asked.

She gave a half-smile. “Yeah, I’m fine,” she muttered. “I’m going to go get changed, though.”

She dipped out of the room without looking at me again.

I frowned, staring after where she had gone, knowing she hadn’t been telling the truth, but not sure what was really bothering her. My wolf, content and satiated after days of longing, now grew agitated, his claws flexing as he grew restless, wanting to know what was upsetting Lorelei, the person he was determined to protect and keep safe.

Part of me, perhaps the more rational side, told me it was better to leave it be, to let her come to me. But my wolf and my stubborn streak both refused to let it lie. I had brought her here to protect her. If she was unhappy, I wanted to see if there was something I could do about it.

I found her down in the basement, sitting on the couch, biting her thumbnail as she stared at the TV, which was onmute. She glanced up when she heard me enter but turned her attention back to the screen.

“What’s wrong?” I asked.

“Nothing,” she muttered, still not looking at me. When she finally glanced over and saw the incredulous expression I was giving her, she snorted and gave a tentative but genuine smile.

“It’s just I worry that this whole thing was a mistake,” she finally admitted, glancing away. “I think having sex was a bad idea. It was a moment of weakness, and it shouldn’t happen again.” She gave me a guilty but resolute expression. “I’m sorry.”

I tried to hide my surprise, but I didn’t know how well I did. Out of everything she could have said, that was pretty low on the list, considering how good the sex had been. At least, it had been from my perspective.

She must have misread my expression because she looked away again. “Please don’t be mad.”

The words stung just as much. Had I really been such a jerk to her at school that she would think I would be mad about that? Surprised, sure. Maybe even a little disappointed. But not mad.

“Of course, I’m not mad. More just surprised. Are you saying you didn’t enjoy it?” I asked, raising my eyebrow. Her screams of pleasure suggested otherwise, but I couldn’t figure out another reason she wouldn’t want to keep having sex.

“No, no, it was fine,” she said. “Great, really. But I think it should be a one-time thing.”

“Why?” The question sounded stupid and childish as I asked, but I couldn’t think of what else to say.

She sighed, leaning back as she drew her knees into her chest. She didn’t look at me as she spoke. “Like I said, it was great. Except, for me, sex is one of those things that goes hand-in-hand with emotional attraction.” She looked over at me, green eyes glinting. “If we keep having sex, there’s a strong chance I’ll eventually fall for you. And I don’t know if I’m ready for something like that. Not with you.”

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