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shoulder. “Just imagine the possibilities.”
“Oh? Like what? Arguing in parking lots and rolling
around in the snow?”
“Like all the hot chocolate you can drink. Being with
someone who understands all those things about yourself
you pretend aren’t there.”
She leaned back into him, picturing that. Being able
to ask questions, not just because he would know the
answers but also because she wouldn’t have to fear the
repercussions for what those questions implied.
“And it isn’t as if arguing doesn’t have its benefits.
Making up can be fun.”
Jade tilted her head, but he was directly behind her so
she couldn’t see his face without rolling over to face him.
She almost didn’t feel the towel slip, baring her back to
him. She felt his smile, though, as he nipped at her neck.
Suspicion flared. He was being too nice. Too…seductive.
His urgency was gone, leaving behind a quietly pleased
Wolf that she almost didn’t recognize. One who had all
the time in the world to touch her.
As if she already belonged to him.
“What are you up to, Rysen?”
“I’m just teaching you to trust me.” His open hand
caressed her hip, his thumb extended to smooth the curve
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of her bottom. That faint, pleased growl sound came from
his chest again. “Learning you.”
He sounded more as if he were enjoying her, but
since she could feel the near-singing heat of his erection
nudging at the back of her thigh, she wasn’t sure if that
was the right word either. Before she could ask for more
clarification, he continued with his inquisition. “Is that all
there is for you in there? Knowledge and protection? A
few animals?”
“No, I have friends.” Sage, irreverent Sage whom
Jade hadn’t realized she’d relied on so heavily. She never
had to wonder what other people were thinking, since
Sage shared without being asked. Jalla, who taught, even
when the lessons were frustratingly vague. Like that
dream…
“But no family?”
Her thoughts veered away from Jalla’s message like
a cart on a rail. “I told you, my parents are dead.”
“You had no other family?”
“Did you?” she asked tightly, rolling onto her back
so he couldn’t touch her so freely. She glared up at him.
He didn’t try to keep her in position or complain. He
looked down at her, none of the ire she expected in his
eyes.
“I find it’s the family you make that matters most,”
he answered, bringing his disturbing touch to her face. He
traced her chin, running his fingers to her throat, watching
them wander over the swells of her breasts to the line of
the towel. His finger hooked the edge again.
“Pull and I’ll bake you alive.”
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A crooked grin revealed one of his fangs. “Strength
is a desired trait in a female. Makes a male want to
dominate.”
And that grin made her want to be dominated. Her
want tightened her throat, because she couldn’t have him
knowing what she craved. “Good thing you’re above that
kind of stupidity.”
The tip of his finger drew more patterns on her
breast, turning the stern tone she’d gone for into a
breathless one she’d never used before. He leaned down,
brushing her lips with his. Her eyes slid shut against her
will. She lifted her head for him, sighing her lips open
when he licked at them. His palm slipped under the towel,
pushing it out of the way and cupping the mound he found
with unmistakable possession.
“Isn’t it though?”
Questions disappeared from her brain, melting like
butter in a hot pan, as he took her mouth. His kiss
demanded her response, firing her body from its cold
tension to languid passion. The towel forgotten, he
molded her against him, wrapping himself in her limbs.
Her arms around his neck, her leg over his hip. She arched
into him, reveling in the sensation of his skin against hers,
his heat and strength beneath her hands. He lay over her,
his weight pressing her down into the soft mattress. For a
moment, she fought him. Strained to control the embrace,
but he surrounded her: his size, his power, his desire.
Every sense she owned filled with him: human, Wolf,
Sibile…even simply female, recognizing that he could
master her, could break her, but chose not to. That he
valued her too much to break her.
Somehow, with that knowledge, that recognition, she
felt reassured. Her place next to him inexplicably
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