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“Shit, shit, I’m sorry, I’m sorry!” he panted, pulling away. “I-I oh shit.”

I reached up to my shoulder. It was only a drop of blood; he’d barely pierced the skin. I laughed hazily, wiping the blood on the sheet. “It’s okay, just went a little too hard. It was actually kind of hot. You can do that again–” And when I looked up to see his face, his teeth had taken another shape. They didn’t look human anymore.

“Hawke?”

Chapter Twenty-One

Hawke

Delilahblinked,herskinbecoming ashen.

Shit.

“Dede, it’s okay.” I raised my hands away from her, but that seemed to upset her further.

The contact we both shared was shattered, except for her bare pussy rubbing on my tight jeans.

My cock strained against the thick fabric. I wanted nothing more than to rip them off to get some breathing room, to unleash the beast becoming wetter by the second while her essence continued to drip.

I kept making mistakes, resulting in more poor decisions, which was detrimental to my mate’s wellbeing. I took a deep breath. My wolf purred with delight as more of her sweet smelling cunt dove deeper into our lungs.

Now wasn’t the time to savor what we just shared, however. As fucking amazing as it was… How soft the inside of her cunt felt. How tight she was. She took three of my damned fingers, letting me stretch her wide; I could smell the sweet tinge of metallic as her body accepted me.

My knot… It will fit.

I will make it fit.

It was all I could do not to stick my fingers in my mouth and lick up the remnants. But I’d nicked her shoulder. And based on the look on her face, my elongated teeth had come out. Of course, she would be shocked.

Dede was going to think I’m crazy or worse, a vampire. I had a limited amount of time to try and get her to focus on the present and hopefully, hopefully, not think of me as a monster.

“Gods, you are dramatic,” my wolf huffed.“By the way, great job. This time I wasn’t the one to fuck up first.”

I inwardly rolled my eyes and cleared my throat. I did the best I could to pull my elongated teeth back inside my mouth. Not that it mattered, it was too late. She stared at them with parted lips and pale skin that seemed to become even more gray.

“I’m a werewolf,” I told her, worried that my mate would somehow draw conclusions that were far worse than what they actually were. “Well, that’s what humans call us, sometimes,” I fumbled. “But we are actually shifters, I can shift my body into a wolf. I’m part animal. They are a part of me, almost like a separate entity.”

Delilah continued to stare, unphased.

“I think you broke her,” my wolf snorted.

But her heart continued to beat, and it didn’t palpitate. Delilah held onto that stare, unwavering.

“Sunshine, say something,” I pleaded, grabbing both of her arms and clinging to her.

That statement roused her from her trance, and she had to face reality again.

“Really?” She fluttered her eyelashes, her head tilting to the side. “Journey really was right?”

“What?”

“I’m tired,” she closed her eyes. “I need to sleep.” Her eyes closed suddenly, her head tipping forward and landing on my shoulder.

“You really broke her!” my wolf screamed, panicking and running around doing zoomies in my head.

“Cut that out!” I yelled, trying to hold on to my mate as well as bring peace to my animal. “She’s breathing. She is just exhausted and in shock.” I told myself rather than to my wolf. I rubbed my hands up and down her body. My mate was still warm, but slightly above her normal body temperature.

“You suck at talking. Next time, let me talk,” my wolf huffed.

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