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“Fuck, what do you do to me?” He breathlessly asks, barely loud enough to hear.

“All the right things apparently.” He smiles at my smart-ass answer and kisses me again. It’s quick and sweet. As if it’s the most natural thing in the world.

“Only the right things, little wolf.” He smirks before pulling away and getting dressed. Well, in everything except for his shirt, and I’d be okay if he never wore one again. His sculpted, yet soft body is shining. The moonlight glistens off of his sweat dribbled figure. I’m so drawn to the sight that I turn around to catch a better look but lose my balance. My knees buckling from the intense tremors still coursing through my body. He reaches out and grabs me before I can fall. Smirking like a love-sick fool. “Apparently, I do all the right things to you to.” He smiles.

“Only the right things.” He kisses me again in an unwilling movement. Grinning against my lips before he pulls back and starts to help me get dressed. Holding me with one arm, he helps me back into my thong and jeans. Then he helps me with my bra and T-shirt before putting his jacket back on me.

He confuses me by setting me gently on the ground. Sitting on my butt, but then he kneels down, grabs my foot, and slips my socks and shoes on me. Even tying them for me in the cutest gesture. Before I can say thank you, he turns and pats himself on the back, gesturing for me to hop on. So, I happily climb on him like a spider monkey and hang on tight. So innocent, so playful, and yet so hot. Like he’s walking me out of the burning building my thoughts imitate.

“Are we going back now?” He starts walking. Taking his monstrous steps with ease. Walking over to his discarded mask and playfully bending to get it before handing it to me. Then he begins walking gracefully towards the parking lot.

“Nope, one more stop.”

Chapter twenty-seven

Damien

Holy shit.

This girl is going to be the death of me.

I was going to wait, only planning on using the mask when we got back to the apartment, but I wasn’t about to deny my little wolf, and the opportunity was too good to pass up. Watching her run with that smile on her face almost sent me over the edge. My inner predator was finally able to merge with the comforting man I am for her. My body still tingles with the pride I felt for her in that moment. The unwavering endearment and honor to be hers continues to circulate through my veins.

After our time in the woods, I put on the extra shirt in my saddlebag and took her out to eat. I figured the reason she asked if we were heading home or not was because she finally got hungry. Damn, I was too, after all of that. Plus, I heard her stomach growl as I carried her to the bike. It took everything in me to hide the smirk on my face. Quickly shedding my cocky grin. I refrained from staring at her flushed face, messed up hair, cum dripping pussy, and reveling in the fact that I fucked her so good that she couldn’t walk and desperately needed food. She’d be too embarrassed, and I didn’t want to lose the feeling of how comfortable she has grown with me.

The way she nestled up to me after our time in the forest had me thinking she was going to fall asleep on the bike. She wants me close. She has all night, and like I told her, I'll give her whatever she wants. I texted Zeke and Carter to give everyone the night off, and I told them that I wouldn’t be leaving tonight. I don’t want to miss this time with her.

A couple blocks from the apartment, there’s a small mom-and-pop diner she occasionally goes to with Serena after their shifts. They have your normal backyard barbeque menu, and too many milkshake flavors to count. It was adorable seeing how much food she could actually fit in that tiny body. I shouldn’t be surprised of how much cheeseburger she fit in that little mouth with how well it stretches around my cock, but I was.

Actually, I think I was more surprised by how comfortable she was eating like that in front of me. Normally when I try to make her food she’s so elegant, or tries to be, because for some reason eating around me makes her nervous. As if I could ever actually be repulsed by her. But she wasn’t nervous tonight. Whether she wants to admit it or not, she’s comfortable with me now, and that might mean more to me than anything else so far. The cute jokes, turns out she loves puns and dad jokes, how she playfully shot her straw wrapper at me, us laughing so loud everyone stared at us, but most of all how she actually looked me in the eyes while she ate.

It means everything.

It’s not normal that I get to go to bed with her. We sleep next to each other every night. Have been for a while, but I love the way she crawled up next to me and fit herself against me so willingly. So naturally. Even now as she sleeps, she looks relaxed. Curled up like a sweet little kitten, and her soft snores even remind me of a feline purr. I need to try and make it back home before she goes to sleep more often. Work normally takes me after dark, but I need to make sure she knows that she’s my priority. Perhaps I can work that around.

I've never cared so much for someone. Her scent intoxicates me, and I feel like I can’t breathe when she’s not near me. Like I’d break through hundreds of mountains just to be near her. I hear heaven itself when she says my name, a ripple of goosebumps coats my body every time. The fact that she’s starting to feel for me only escalates those feelings. She feels them too, I know it.

Fuck, the way she teased me tonight. This girl is never going to stop being so astonishing. The fact that I'm worthy enough to be wanted by her is a gift from whatever God is out there, and it brings a warmth to my body I’ve never felt before. She could’ve fought me. Hated and despised me, but she doesn’t, and I think she’s even starting to hate herself less and less for it.

Is that what love is supposed to be?

I'm startled out of my thoughts by her movements. Every night she sleeps with her back against me, but now she’s turning over. Her hands land on my chest and she buries her face in my neck. She settles into my arms and fully relaxes again, a sigh of relief escaping her mouth. I can’t help but tighten my grip on her, trying to gently melt us together so we never have to leave this spot. I inhale her sweet vanilla scent again as I place my lips on her forehead.

Everything disappears when I’m with her. There’s no Dust, there’s no drug king or shipments to worry about. I'm not in a warehouse of gun fire and screaming pain or chasing rapists and thieves down the street. There’s no planning or risk assessments. Nothing to worry about. I'm just here, in heaven, with her, and nothing else matters. She calms my raging mind and is my one light in my life of darkness.

This is what love feels like.

Chapter twenty-eight

Ashia

‘Come and Get Your Love’- Redbone

Three Days Later

Serena and I are sitting at the end of the bar, on different sides of the corner and away from the other patrons crowding the middle. We don’t normally hang out at the bar across the street from the shop, but she had a bad day at work and didn’t want to go far. Its nice enough. The floors and walls are in good condition, it doesn’t automatically smell like booze when you walk in, and they have a pretty good snack menu. Serena will most likely be staying at my apartment again. I can tell from her sad and reckless drinking. She’s already two shots of tequila in, and we’ve only been here for ten minutes.

She lost three patients this morning. One only being sixteen, and she’s taking it really hard. A car accident killed the teenage boy, his older sister, and their mother. From what she said, their injuries were extensive, and she was shocked that they kept them alive as long as they did, but it always hits her hard when she loses a patient. Especially as young as that boy.

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