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“Oh,I…”Ican feel my cheeks getting hot.Mynipples—especially the one he was touching and teasing—feel tight and my pussy juice has made my inner thighs all wet.Butit’s hard to admit all that to him—it feels like crossing a line somehow.

And jerking him offwasn’tcrossing a line?demands a guilty little voice in my head.ButIignore it.

“It’s okay, you don’t have to answer if you’re shy,”Kanerumbles.Hereaches out a hand and cups my hot cheek. “Ijust want you to know, it’s all right to have needs, baby.Womenget ‘hungry’ the same way men do.”

“I don’t,”Isay softly. “Or, well…Inever havebefore.”

He frowns.

“What do you mean?”

“Just that…being with guys doesn’t turn me on.Imean,I’mnot a lesbian or anything,”Iexplain quickly. “Honestly,Idon’t knowwhatIam.Ijust know that sex has never done anything for me before.Butnow…”

“Now?” he echoes softly.

I drop my eyes, too embarrassed to go on.Tooshy to let him know that what we did just now turned me on more than anythingI’veever done with any other guyI’veever been with.That’scrazy, right?Imean, he’s mybrother.Whywould being with him turn me on even though no other guy has ever pushed my buttons?DoIhave some kind of weird fetish or something?

It’s just that he doesn’tfeellike my brother—not at all.Hefeels like something more—something important.Butwhat?Idon’t have any answers.

“Never mind.It’slate and we have to get up early tomorrow.Let’sget to bed, okay?”Isay.

“Sure.”Heshrugs, his broad shoulders rolling.Thenhe sits up and pulls up his sleep trousers.There’sa tent in them again, butItry not to notice. “Er…do you want me to sleep out here tonight?”Kaneasks, nodding at the couch.

“No!”Isay, beforeIeven think about it. “Uh, that is…it wouldn’t be good for your back,”Isay quickly. “It’sreally lumpy.Ithink it’s better if you sleep with me again in the bed.If…”Ilook up at him shyly. “Ifyou want to.”

“Of courseIwant to, baby,” he rumbles.Reachingout, he strokes a strand of hair out of my face and pushes it behind my ear. “Ialways want to be close to you,” he tells me.

“I want that too,”Iwhisper, dropping my eyes as my cheeks get hot again.What’swrong with me?I’mso bold one minute and so shy the next.Idon’t know whyIcan’t just benormal.Butsomehow being close toKanemakes my heart pound and my knees feel weak.

“Come on, baby.”Kanestands up and holds out a hand to me.Itake it and he pulls me off the couch. “Let’sgo to bed,” he says.

“Okay.”Inod and notice that he hasn’t let go of my hand.Heentwines our fingers and tugs me gently, leading me to the bedroom.

I’m still not quite sure what just happened between us and ifIfeel guilty about it or not.Tobe honest,I’mconfused and my body is still aching for a release.ButItry to ignore it—I’vebeen bad enough already tonight.Itell myself thatIneed to get control and go back to normal.

AndI’mdetermined to do exactly that.

17

CONNOR

Ican’t believe she did that—can’t believe she jerked me off.Buteven more than her soft hands stroking my shaft,Ikeep coming back to that one moment after she cleaned me up.Whenshe leaned down and sucked the head of my cock.Ican still feel her soft lips wrapped around me in a brief but thorough kiss.Ican still feel her wet tongue brushing over me, as if she was curious to taste my seed.

Stop it,Itell myself.Youknow you need to stop.She’salready done more than she’s probably comfortable with.Don’tforget, she thinks you’re her brother!

Still,Ican’t forget how she let her gown down, or the feel of her breast—soft and warm and heavy in my hand.Iknow she was as turned on asIwas—Icould smell her scent, which got hotter and hotter as she stroked me andIteased her nipple.

I think about how she said her father had a brand like mine—my brand is the mark of my pack.Igot it whenIwas just a kid.Notall packs brand their members, but ours did.Ofcourse,Igot kicked out just beforeIwas sent away to prison—that’s one thing that makes me aRogueAlpha—no pack affiliation.Butthe brand is permanent.

Does the fact that her father had a brand meanSunnyhasWereblood running through her veins?Herscent is getting stronger—especially when she’s hot—butIstill can’t quite be sure.Onething is certain, she’s never been through aHeatCyclebefore.Notif she’s never gotten turned on by sex.

For a femaleWere, theirHeatCycleis a monthly thing.Theycome into heat once a month and need to be bred.Butit sounds to me like that has never happened toSunny.SomaybeI’mwrong.Becauseif she did haveWereblood and she hasn’t had a cycle yet, well, that would mean she’s probably a dud—a female with noWereinstincts like the need to be bred.Orelse some kind ofRepressedOmega, but those are so rare they’re just legend.Sothat can’t be it.

Maybe she’s just one of those women who can’t get turned on unless they’re with a man they trust and know really well—a demi-sexual.Ilistened to a podcast series about it once.

ThoughSunnyandIhave only known each other in person for a few days, there’s no doubt that we’re close.Wepoured our hearts out to each other in our letters.Soit would make sense for her to feel closer to me than to that cowardly little asshole of a boyfriend.

Just thinking ofCharlesmakes me clench my jaw.Ibet he never takes the time to give her pleasure—to really turn her on.He’sprobably all about getting his rocks off and doesn’t give a damn if she comes or not.Nowonder she doesn’t enjoy sex with him!

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