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Is he starting to remember?I wondered, a spark of hope flaring inside me.Is he finally coming down from his mating high?

It was as though he’d fallen into a strange sort of rut, his instincts demanding that hetakeinstead ofgive.

But now…this…it… it felt like…my Cam.

He sat up, causing his muscles to flex against me, his body all feral, hard male. “Wrap your legs around me,” he whispered against my mouth.

I obliged, reveling in the angle of this position. It was one of my favorites. I relished the closeness, the way the embrace made me feel cherished.

His arms encircled me, his mouth reverent as our bodies danced in hypnotic shifts.

This. This is my Cam.

I nearly sighed, contentment filling my being.

God, I’ve missed this,I thought at him, wishing he could hear me.I’ve missed you so much.

I’ve missed you, too,he murmured, his voice in my head making me freeze.

Cam?

He smiled.Who else would it be?

I pulled away to search his face, only he chased me with his mouth, his lips hot against mine.

Wait—

Shh,he hushed me.Let me love you.

My lips curled down. That sounded so much like my old Cam. But how could he just revert without a conversation? Without even addressing what he’d done? What we’d been through?

I attempted to move again, but his arms held me tight against him, his mouth even more demanding. Almost as though he was desperate to keep me here. To hold me for eternity. To make me his again.

I grabbed his shoulders, conflicted and elated at the same time.

My Cam…He’s?—

I gasped as his fangs sank into my lip, my eyes flying open.

What…?

I was no longer straddling him, but on my back. My thighs were cradling his hips. My nails were digging into his shoulders.

And his irises resembled dark pools of intense need.

I jolted as he slammed into me, his pace brutal, his tenderness nonexistent.

Because none of it had been real.

It was a dream.

This is my reality.

I trembled, my heart shattering in my chest as Cam fucked me with a vengeance.

There were no soft words or tender touches. No mental thoughts of love. No kindness.

Just a predator taking his prey.