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“Tracked me.”

“I smelled you,” he said.

Her scent suddenly spilled out into the air, an excited, aroused scent, and he didn’t typically just smell these things with women, but he was very attuned to her scent now, so maybe that accounted for it.

“Let me come in,” he rumbled.

She backed away from the door, making space.

He stepped into her room.

She shut the door behind him. “Did you come here because you wanted to, um, to…”

“I think so,” he said. He turned around to look at her.

She fingered her wet hair, chewing on her bottom lip, looking cute as all hell. “Okay,” she breathed.

CHAPTER SIXTEEN

EIREN THOUGHT THEwolf looked even hotter here in her room, for whatever reason. He seemed bigger than he had out in the woods, maybe because she’d only had trees to compare him to out there and in here, she could see how he was just a little too big for all the furniture. He had that big, fluffy tail too, and it was kind of massive.

He was just looking at her, though, rubbing his jaw and looking her over, as if he wasn’t really sure what to do with her, even though he’d just admitted he was there to fuck her. “What about your room service?”

“It’s on its way, I guess.”

“I mean, we should wait until—you’re only wearing a robe.” His gaze went right to her cleavage.

She smirked. “Just noticing that? I was in the shower.”

“Just commenting on that,” he said. “I definitely already noticed.” He came closer. “You almost washed all of his scent off.”

She started. “What do you…?”

He pushed past her into the room. “You’re making me crazy, that’s the thing. I’m not crazy, never crazy, not like this. I don’t do this, and right now, I’m possessive and jealous, and that’s not evenme.”

She folded her arms over her chest. “Right, you said that last night, how this wasn’t like you. And maybe I should have indicated that I am a little bit adventurous. But really, what were you expecting from a doe who was so willing when you chased her and dug your teeth into her skin while you attacked her?”

“I didn’t attack you,” he said in a low voice. He sat down in the one easy chair in the room. “Or, whatever, maybe I did, but you liked it.”

She decided not to dispute this.

“You want me to leave?”

“No,” she admitted. “But I might… I might be attracted to the wrong kind of man. So, I probably should make you leave.”

He settled into the chair, sprawled out, legs spread, tail thumping thoughtfully against the floor between them. “I’m the wrong kind of man, huh?”

“Well, you seem emotionally unavailable and not that interested in me and very rude and dismissive—”

“I am interested in you, though.” He pointed at her. “Actually, that’s what’s strange. I don’t get like this about women, but with you… I’m losing it. I’m out of control and a little obsessed and—did he make you come? I mean, I’m sure he did, and I think you madeyourselfcome when we fucked, because you put my hand—but tell me I did it faster than him. Lie, but do it convincingly, if you don’t mind.”

She let out a laugh, because she had not been expecting that speech. “So, you smelled that I had sex with someone else when you came in here—”

“No, out there, when I tracked you,” he said.

“Oh,” she said. “I see.” She went over and sat down on the bed. “He didn’t make me come.”

“You’re just saying that,” he said, tilting his head to one side. “No, uh, if you were lying, you would have tried harder. You were matter-of-fact about that, so you’re telling the truth. Good. Good, I’m glad he didn’t please you.”

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