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“Yes,” I bit out, too shocked to surrender to the pleasure when I worried he might not be able to handle it to go all the way.

“What about this?” He shifted me over his cock and grounded against me. My pussy burned with the need for him to enter me.

“Uh-huh.” My head fell back.

“And this?” He stood me up for a few moments, tugged at the drawstrings of his pants, breaking them apart, and shuffled his pants his legs.

I sank to my knees, slipped off his prison-issue white trainers, and dragged his pants and underwear off his long, fit, muscled legs, leaving kisses on his scorching flesh as I went.

“Pascal, are you comfortable?” My body ached from clenching it.

He answered by lifting me to my feet, sitting me back on his thighs, and sliding his length along my wetness. “What about this?”

“Fuck, yes.” I wanted him to play music on my body. Turn me into lush, sensual, hypnotic beats. Make my body sing. My pussy shake and shatter.

He read my intentions through his magick and took his length in hand and tapped his swollen head on my equally flushed bud, and I screamed. “The music you make is incredible, Songbird. I’m going to turn your orgasms into my next symphony.”

Oh, god.I nearly came from hearing his sexy, low voice.

Pascal wasn’t shy when he thrust into me, and he quickly consumed me with his rapid, crazed rhythm, like a drummer feverishly pounding his set. Our bodies fused in a wild orchestra of his design. All I could do was hold on while he played me, his thumb never letting up, strumming my clit in perfect synchronization with his cock. The man was a fucking maestro!

The fucking that followed was a breathless, panting, crazed thing that belonged in the wilderness, not with him. He felt like a primal, powerful force of nature rather than my sweet, attentive man who made notes with his fingers. My greedy body drank in the impact and rhythm of his passionate thrusts until it could take no more. Orgasm struck like the bursting of some cosmic wall between worlds. Pleasure so intense flooded me, I lost sense of my own body, as if he’d transformed me into sound and energy itself.

Him shaking and crying out beneath me brought me back to myself, and I clung to him, my body weak and wrung out completely. He stroked and kissed my face until our heaving breaths evened out.

“Love you, Songbird.” Our lips met in a final, soaring sweep. “My missing note. My perfect composition. My masterpiece.”

Fuck. Could this man get any sweeter and more poetic? None of my other men referred to me as romantically.

I groaned into his neck. “How the hell can I follow that up?”

His hands came up to my shoulders. “Say, ‘I love you, my sexy criminal.’”

I dragged my face up to look into his now trouble-free emerald eyes. “I love you, my sexy criminal.”

I just hoped the word criminal didn’t become a self-fulfilling prophecy, trapping us in the Guardians for another five years.

CHAPTER11

Raze

Tension sizzledin the air as I moved throughtheircamp. Stranger. Unwelcome. Hostile. Gathered people lined up to scrutinize the outsider. Mothers crushed their children to their sides at the sight of the beast half-breed. Fathers shifted their families behind them, sizing me up, deciding whether to take me on and protect their kin. Dogs barked at me in passing, some in greeting, others in fear of my size, some in warning to get out of their territory.

Good luck. Trained to fight and a hell of a lot bigger and stronger than them, I could do more damage if they tried. Outmatched in a contest, especially if I dropped into my Lycan form, I could crush them with my foot if I transformed. Another story when most of the males returned from work. Strength in numbers to mount an attack.

My throat thundered in warning. Threats from my wolf, even though I was on their land, seeking their sanctuary. New territory for me when I no longer had my tribe to shelter and feed me.

White hot agony carved into my heart at losing those I loved. Father sacrificed his life to save mine. My mother, uncles, aunts, and extended family disowned me. Not all blood relatives, but in our culture, we called them these names as a sign of respect. And I lost the last four people I called family.

By the wary, suspicious stares, my time with this pack wouldn’t last either. It was only a matter of time before I found myself out on my own again. Outcast. Half breed. Forbidden. My wolf howled pitifully, and I dug the heel of my hand into the throb in my chest.

Blaze and Luna flanked me closer to ward off threats. Luna’s sweet perfume masked all the scents I tried to take in and sort out the threats from safety.

“We’re looking for Sarah,” Blaze announced from my right.

At the mention of the Alpha female’s name, the crowd broke up.

A mother lifted a hand from her son’s shoulder to point east. “The large cabin on the top of the hill.”

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