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Bek eyed the goblet. “Mm, okay, and it does…what, exactly?”

“It will take away your pain, and you will sleep through the worst of the turning.”

“Huh.” Who’d have thought. A medieval anesthetic. “It probably tastes like crap, right?”

“Uh.” He tilted his head to the side. “I guess. I do not actually know as I have never… I was born…” He regarded her, confusion simmering his eyes. “You…are not afraid?”

Bek shrugged, and Ulrik’s gaze dipped to her breasts at the movement.

He’s such a boob man.

“I thought Erin was brave, but you… I have yet to meet a more courageous woman than you. You are…an amazing woman, Rebekah Clarke.Themost amazing woman, even if you do have the foulest, most defiant mouth of any woman I have ever met.”

Ulrik chuckled, dropping a kiss on her nose, then her lips. He licked the seam of her mouth and she opened for him. He dipped his tongue in briefly, withdrawing far too soon for Bek’s liking.

Bek grinned. “I like you, too. In fact…” She ducked her chin. “I think I more than like you. Maybe, I think, I might have…fallen in love with you.”

Ulrik stilled above her, and Bek waited, anxious she’d said too much, too soon. She’d been with Spider for a year, and she’dnever dared mention the ‘L’ word. She’d known Ulrik for…how long? Two weeks?

He stared at her for long moments. Had she ever felt this self-conscious before? Then he swooped in and took her mouth in his and for a moment Bek lost her train of thought, her concerns.

He pulled back with a final suck of her bottom lip. “I love you, too, Rebekah.And that mouth of yours very, very much.”

Helovedher? The truth burned bright in his eyes. He loved her.

“So, um…” She trailed a finger down his chest. “Does that mean I’m your mate, given that you’re a wolf shifter? Is that how it works?”

Her shifter romance read hadn’t gotten everything wrong.

“Oh, yes. Rebekah Clarke, you are unequivocally, undeniably and forever my mate.”

He took her mouth in his, his arms bracketing her, surrounding her with his body, his scent. His cock announced its presence, hot and hard against her pussy. It was all she could do to think straight, but she still had questions. She wrested her mouth from his, her breath coming out in little pants.

“What do I have to do? Do I just…drink the stuff, lie down, and you bite me?”

“That is one way.” He ground himself against her and his heated gaze dipped to her breasts. “There is another. Do you trust me, Rebekah?”

Chapter Forty-One

“Do you trust me, Rebekah?”

An image slid into Bek’s mind. Of them in a sweaty mess of tangled limbs, thrusting, panting and moaning as he buried his large canines in her neck. There had to be something wrong with her. Some faulty wiring in her brain. Some dodgy hormone or synapse that fired up her lust, making her throb with it, instead of kicking in her survival instinct and urging her to flee.

Did she trust him?Hell, yeah.She wasn’t running. She was all in.

“Bring it on, wolfman.”

He did that growling thing again, and she all but orgasmed as it rumbled through her. Then he dipped his head, his large hands cupping and plumping her breasts, as his mouth licked and sucked, his teeth scraping over her taut nipple. With the sting of a nip and the rasp of his tongue, he devoured her. First one breast, then the other. Never had a man worshiped her breasts as he did now. It undid her, had her writhing beneath him and clutching her fingers in his hair to hold him in place. She never wanted him to stop.

Ulrik untangled her hands from his hair and held them above her head. He pinned her with his gaze as much as he did with his hands, and she could not look away. She could not breathe.

He pressed her hands to the bed. “Do not move them.”

She nodded, trapped in his orbit, incapable and unwilling to break free. He slid down her body, a wicked smile curling up the corners of his mouth. His tongue flicked out to lick his lips ashe slipped an arm beneath her thigh and lifted her leg over his shoulder.

With only his gaze holding her prisoner, he swiped his tongue along the length of her seam. Bek flung her head back, her mouth dropping open in a silent gasp, and she all but bowed off the bed. He took another swipe, swirling his tongue around her clit, and this time she did cry out.

She’d wondered, back in the forest, if he’d be as good with his tongue as he was with his fingers. Now she knew. He was better. He raised his head and grinned, his lips glistening with her juices. It took everything she had to keep her hands where he’d put them, wanting desperately to press his mouth back to her throbbing flesh.

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