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“No,” he says.

“Why?” Excitement flows through me. He could fulfill every dream.

“We are not ready.”

“Maybe you aren’t ready,” I say softly. My body is definitely ready.

“Perhaps,” he concedes, his gaze trailing down. “I can do something for you.”

“What?” He doesn’t answer, but he doesn’t have to. His fingers crawl down, slipping underneath my shirt. My heart jumps, and I warm.

“I want to see you come,” he says, pushing past my underwear. “Ride my fingers.” He enters me in one thrust, as deep as he can go, and I contract.

“Shit,” I groan and do as he says. I was on the verge of coming before he touched me. “Heath.”

“Beautiful,” he grits out, his jaw hard. He settles back, his heavy eyes watching. “So wet. Warm. Tight.”

“Oh, my,” I breathe. I pick up my speed, needing that feeling that's just out of reach. Trembling, I slide my hands from his sides to his chest, my nails digging in. I can’t look away from him. His tattoos are glowing even brighter, and so are his eyes. I am the center of his attention, and I love it. I want him to watch me, and not just this time. I want more. Curiosity unfurls with his secretive promise of the things he doesn’t think I can handle.

He’s dangerous, and not just because of his snake. I crave his hands on me, and my body lights up in ways I didn’t think possible. He’s not doing anything extreme, but it still seems carnal. I am the center of his attention, which makes me feel cherished.

“Get there, Juliana,” he growls. “Fuck, the picture you make. I want to gaze upon it every day.” He adds a finger and presses his thumb on my clit. “I love your pussy. It’s perfect.” His words build me up.

“Heath,” I cry, the pull becoming too much. My hips jerk as I lose my rhythm and fall over the edge. My ears ring as I collapse on his chest. His skin seems to pulse under my cheek in time with my heart. I’m locked onto his fingers and don’t want to let go. The reality of my life now is overwhelming. How did I get here? The bigger question is, why do I never want to leave?

“You need to sleep,” Heath rumbles, and I ease away. He follows, and we are in the same position that started the best sexual experience of my life. He cradles my cheek and slides his hand from me. His thumb glides over my bottom lip before he kisses me hard and briefly. “Go to my room.” I nod and back off his lap, not questioning his need for me to do so. My legs shake as I walk across the room. “Juliana,” he says as I reach the door, and I turn to face him. He lifts the hand that was inside me, slowly licking his fingers. He closes his eyes and hums. “Thank you, darling,” he hisses. “You are the best thing I have ever tasted.” I take a step toward him, pulled without thinking. “Good night,” he says. I stop, shake my head, and hurry from the room.

That man is potent. I practically float down the hall, dazed and pleased. I am guarded and suspicious of everyone I meet. Right now, I refuse to examine why Heath is different. Maybe it’s true—the universe has a bigger plan for me.

A plan to be Heath’s snake shifter mate.

Chapter Six

Heath

AllIcansmellis Juliana. She has seeped into my skin, burrowing in every cell. I want to shift and coil around her, never letting go. I had to tell her to leave, fearing I would lose control. I have exercised control in all avenues of my life, and she is shedding it. Love has been a missing element. I swore I didn’t need it. When you love, it can be ripped away instantly, leaving you with nothing. It has been better to cut anyone from my life that can cause my heart pain. I didn’t know if I was capable of loving again.

My feelings for Juliana can’t be categorized as love. I want her desperately. Killing for her would be so easy. The thought of her in pain or someone threatening her makes my skin heat. I want her happiness and safety above all others. I want to possess her body and make her desire me and only me. My heart was dead, but somehow, she brought it back to life.

My snake is hissing inside my head, cursing me for letting her leave the room. We have just had a taste, and we both want more and more. Neither of us wants to scare her with our need to keep her, but I have enough sense to stop before that happens.

I glare at my phone as it rings. Why the fuck is Hunter calling in the middle of the night?

“What?” I answer.

“Bane called,” he says. “He needs help.” I begin to redress.

“What’s the situation?”

“He was trailing Rylee and your friends. They decided to go to a private party. The shifters there are not letting them leave.” My blood heats, and I jerk on my pants.

“Not letting them leave,” I repeat softly.

“He’s outside the residence. There are at least fifteen shifters. Most of them are coyotes.”

“Stay here with Levi,” I instruct, tucking my shirt in.

“What about Jules?”

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