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I whispered into her ear. “Let’s get out of here.”

She angled her head, her lust-filled gaze finding mine. Her eyes cleared slightly as if she were coming back to reality. Stars, no, I would keep her here with me at all costs.

My hand dipped low, ducking under her short dress to press against her panties. They were soaked with her arousal. She let out a throaty exhale at the feel of my fingers.

I whispered again, “Come away with me.”

Again, she lifted her gaze to peer deep into my eyes. Finally, she gave a small nod.

And that was all I needed from her.

CHAPTER SEVEN: GIVING IN

EMBER

Though I was a werewolf, I couldn’t help but feel like a lamb under Drake’s predatory gaze.

I stood inside one of the bedrooms in the inn Drake had swept us away to after we’d left the club. The club…

I had accompanied my friends to the club, had downed a few drinks, and somehow found myself dancing with a handsome fae male. Though a part of me should’ve been appalled, I had relished every moment of it. The freedom, the joy. An exquisite distraction from the heartache Drake had caused.

Until said cause of my grief appeared on the dance floor, looming above me. Snarling at my dance partner. I was moments away from slashing his face into ribbons when he whispered to me, purred in my ear—did sinful things to my body. He had played me as skillfully as any instrument. And my body had sung for him.

Like my body was singing for Drake now, my folds slick with desire.

Why did I follow Drake to this inn? Yes, I indulged in a little bit of alcohol, but not nearly as much as he had. I'm not that unaware that I was led here without my knowledge.

Guilt churned in my core.

I knew why I had let him lead me here, why I was standing before him now. I still loved him. And the realization that he was showing me all the attention I had ever wanted was a hard aphrodisiac to deny. But now, looking at Drake, the glassiness in his eyes had kicked my conscience to the forefront.

I cannot go through with this, not like this.

“Drake, we shouldn’t.” I squirmed, shooting a glance at the door. I turned to Drake, watching as he prowled toward me. The hard play in the muscles of his biceps taunted me. The hard muscles rippled beneath the leather pants he wore. His long hair whipped behind him like a dark waterfall flowing along his back. Drake’s amethyst eyes glowed slightly in the dimness of the room—the only light provided was from a small lamp on the nightstand.

Drake let out a low, seductive chuckle that caressed my skin like dark velvet.

“Running away like a field mouse, are we?”

My jaw slackened. “Field mouse?!” My hair bristled at the verbal jab. My inner wolf snorted.

Drake drew even closer till he stopped a hair's breadth from me. The heat of his body wafted off of him, seeping into me and causing my toes to curl at his delicious heat.

“Yes, a field mouse runs away.” He raised his index finger and ran it lightly along my jaw. I shuddered as the breath escapedfrom my lungs in a ragged gasp. “And right now, you are definitely running from me.”

“I am leaving,” I corrected him. “Because you’re not in the right frame of mind for this.” I gestured with a hand between us.

Drake’s hand snaked around the nape of my neck. Then, in one smooth motion, he hauled me against his chest and dropped his head, his tongue stroking the hollow of my throat. A delightful quiver wracked my body. My hands shot out, gripping his muscular shoulders for purchase.

Drake lifted his head slightly, his warm breath fanning my ear as he said in a husky voice, “Does this feel like someone who doesn’t have all of their cognitive functions?” His hands dropped to my hips, where he pulled me flush against him, and I felt the distinct bulge of his arousal. My eyes popped wide. “Does it?” Drake asked again. He cocked his head slightly.

I licked my lips. “No,” I stammered. My thoughts only seemed to hone in on the sheer strength of his body—the masculinity of him. All other thoughts were a jumbled mass of sensory overload.

Drake chuckled again, lowering his head to press a kiss against the side of my neck. Goose flesh erupted from the hot, open-mouthed kisses he administered along my throat. I let my head fall back under the lull of his seduction. Drake then paused. He drew back slightly till his eyes connected with mine.

“I will, however,” Drake said, “not lay with a female who is not willing.”

He looked pointedly at me. My tongue was glued to the roof of my mouth. I was unable to formulate words. I knew hewas waiting for me to make the decision. Indecision warred inside my mind, battling with my love and desire for the male standing before me.

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