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She gasped, eyes widening as she understood what I was saying. She rushed upstairs to her room, and I tried to adjust myself in my pants. My thoughts were a mess. What the hell am I doing? I had no clue. I wasn’t sure of anything except that Bryn was my mate and I needed her. I had smelled the sweet spice of her arousal on her, but now it was on me too. It was intoxicating, just like everything else about her.
She came back downstairs, a small bag of toiletries and a pillow I swore had once been in my cabin in her arms. I couldn’t wait any longer. I took her hand, yanking her against me so I could kiss her again. I caught another one of her delicious moans in my mouth, my free hand running through the soft strands of her hair. She pulled my bottom lip in between her teeth, which was a dangerous move. If I were a lesser man, I would have shredded her dress right there in my mom’s foyer.
Instead, I forced myself to pull away from her, glaring at her with a mix of reproach and lust. She giggled as I pulled her behind me toward my cabin. The sound of that laugh went straight to my cock, and I picked up the pace. If I wasn’t inside her soon, I might actually explode.
Mate.
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BRYN
I was so overwhelmed and so turned on that I was afraid I was going to start dripping down my leg. Night pulled me into his cabin, slamming the door behind us. He pushed me up against it, claiming my mouth with his again. I was helpless under the wonderful pressure of him, the tantalizing heat of him, but I loved surrendering the control. I never imagined it would be like this—all chemistry, all intensity. I had no idea what made him decide he wanted me, why he chose me, but I wanted him so badly I couldn’t think straight.
He pressed against me, and I felt his hardness against my leg. I gasped, almost a squeak of anxiety. The sheer length of him.
Are we about to have sex right now? I asked myself in a sudden rush. Do I want to have sex right now?
The answer swelled up within me, a complete and resounding Yes! I had fallen helplessly and totally in love with this man, and I knew that I was already his in every way possible. But would he fit inside me? He was so massive…
Eventually, Night pulled me away from the wall. We stumbled through his cabin, breaking a vase and knocking over books on the way. Neither of us cared about the damage we’d done. We were pressed to each other, hands everywhere, exploring everything. I laughed, an almost manic sound, as his hand tickled across my thigh.
Finally, with only a few feet between us and his bedroom, he lifted me and carried me inside. He threw me onto his bed and kicked the door shut. His eyes were like a predator’s as he took me in with a hunger that matched my own.
I removed my tall boots, tossing them to the side, and then got onto my knees on the bed. He prowled around, that low rumble emanating from his chest. I bit my lip as I watched him pace. My brain tried to work through the haze of desire clouding it. There needed to be some sort of conversation before we went any further. I knew it, but I was so hot right then that I could barely speak.
He started to approach me, to pull me against him, and I put my hand out. Stopping him seemed to cause us both physical pain. He looked at me, confusion replacing the lust in his eyes. I still hadn’t found my voice. I tried to plead with only my eyes. I just need a second.
He backed off and resumed his pacing as if he couldn’t stand still while I collected myself to the point that I could speak.
“I—I’ve never done this before, Night,” I blurted gently. “I’m still a virgin.”
Night stopped, his eyes widening. He was probably remembering that he’d found me tied up and about to have everything stolen from me just a month before. Had it really only been a month? It felt like a lifetime to me.
Night closed his eyes and took a few deep breaths. His hands opened and closed as he regained control of himself. When he opened his eyes again, there was an apology in their depths.
“I understand,” he said, his voice still so deep, so growly. “I’m sorry I didn’t take that into account.” He released a tight breath and ran a hand through his hair. “I won’t—”
“No.” I cut him off, shaking my head. “I didn’t tell you that so you’d stop, Night. I just wanted to make sure that…” I hesitated, my face hot. “That I could take all of you.”
Night paused for a few seconds, and then he laughed. When he looked at me again, his eyes had softened, and I gulped. I knew for sure that I was in love with him—that this was right even though it shouldn’t be.
He slowly approached the side of the bed, standing in front of me. With the bed boosting me up a few inches, we were almost the same height as I got up to my knees. His hand came up to caress my cheek, just the way mine had done when he was lost and holding my unconscious body so tightly after he rescued me from the cave. I sighed, leaning into his touch. I’d never felt so safe, so secure.
“Are you sure you want this? That you want me?” he asked gently. “Do you understand what a night together means?”
“I know exactly what it means,” I whispered, staring deep into his eyes. “But I don’t think a human losing her virginity is the same as with wolves.”
I knew that mating used to be a much more serious event in a wolf’s life. These days, there were many female wolves who had sex with whoever they wanted, racking up a tally just as freely as human women could if they wanted to. But more traditional wolves knew that a female had one chance to choose her forever partner. It was something that should be honored and respected.
“Are you sure?” he asked, his eyes searching mine.
When he asked me that, I knew he was talking about tradition. He didn’t view me as just a human girl, someone who was less valuable than a female shifter. He saw me as an equal.
Night was asking me if I could promise to be his and know that I would never be anyone else’s. That question sealed it for me.
Night might have taken me from my home, but he’d given me the opportunity to find a new one that was full of love and possibility and warmth. Even though I was human, even though I wasn’t technically “pack,” I loved the land, loved the Wargs, and most importantly, I loved the man who had taken my heart.
I leaned forward and kissed his chin, his jaw, his neck. My hands slipped under his shirt, eager to feel his hot skin under my palms. I let my hands explore every bend and curve of his muscles before sinking lower to his belt. Every touch, every caress was an enthusiastic yes, and I felt him melt beneath my touch.
