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“Please. Please, Eric.”

“Do you need to come, little bird?”

“Yes!”

“But it’s not quite enough, is it?”

Before she could answer, he slid a thick finger inside her and she cried out. His thumb kept up a steady rhythm on her clit, his fingers curling to hit her sweet spot again and again, and the world blurred. He didn’t hesitate, didn’t stop, until she shattered against him, her cry muffled against his shoulder. He lifted her into his arms, holding her gently.

“I didn’t know,” she said softly, when she could speak again. “I didn’t know it could be like that.”

“Oh, little bird.”

His voice was low, hoarse. He kissed her forehead, and she curled closer, content.

“You should go to bed,” he said finally, reluctantly.

“But…”

He brushed a gentle finger along her jaw.

“I think that’s enough for tonight. Got to bed, little bird.”

He set her down, steadying her until her legs would hold her, then turned her gently towards the bedroom. She stumbled into the room and collapsed on the bed, a warm glow inside her that refused to dissipate. She was asleep within seconds.

CHAPTER 11

Eric stood outside Robin’s door for a long time, listening to the sound of her steady breathing, his wolf clawing at his control. Her scent lingered in the air and he raised his hand to his mouth, tasting her sweetness on his fingers. Fuck, he wanted more. Wanted to bury his head between those delicate thighs and feast on her.

When she’d told him no one had touched her before, a wave of possessiveness had nearly drowned him. He wanted to be the only one who tasted her, the only one who saw her shatter. He wanted to spend the next month exploring her body, learning every inch of her.

But the truth was that this was just a temporary arrangement.

His wolf growled.No. Ours.

With a muttered curse, he stripped off his clothes, letting the change take him. Bones shifted and reformed, fur rippled across his skin. In moments, a massive black wolf stood where the man had been.

He nosed open the back door and burst into the night. Snow flew under his paws as he raced through the trees, drinking in the cold winter air. The forest welcomed him with its familiar symphony—the whisper of wind through branches, small creatures scurrying away from his path, the distant call of an owl.

But even the burn in his muscles and the cold night couldn’t clear his head. His wolf wanted to turn back, to curl around her and keep her safe from whatever shadows haunted her.

He pushed harder, faster, until the trees blurred past. He couldn’t afford to let his feelings complicate this arrangement. She needed his protection, not his desire.

The moon rode high overhead as he ran, its silver light painting the snow-covered landscape in shades of blue and shadow. His wolf reveled in the freedom, but he couldn’t escape the truth—he was in dangerous territory, and it had nothing to do with the woods around him.

He finally came to a halt next to a half-frozen waterfall and lapped up some water as he waited for his breathing to steady. A branch snapped in the darkness, too heavy to be prey. His ears swiveled toward the sound as he caught an unmistakable scent—orc, mixed with wood smoke and herbs. His hackles rose as Varek’s massive form emerged from between the trees.

The orc hesitated, his green skin almost gray in the moonlight. Despite his size advantage, Varek took a step back, his eyes darting to the sides as if seeking an escape route.

“Sheriff,” Varek said, a cautious note in his deep voice. “Didn’t expect anyone out here tonight.”

He shifted back to human form, unconcerned with his nudity in the frigid air.

“You’re a long way from your cabin, Varek.”

Varek lived in an isolated cabin between Pack territory and Nakor Earlsworth’s extensive property. Given how territorial the dragon could be, it had always surprised him that he’d allowed anyone that close.

“Just gathering some night-blooming herbs,” Varek muttered, holding up a half-full basket.

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