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I just tried to mark a human.
A female I don’t even know or like.
What is wrong with me? Is my wolf demented?
“What are you doing, Abe?” Lauren kicks her feet, but the scent of her arousal only grows stronger. This girl will be the death of me. It’s like she’s wired backward, and the worse I treat her, the more turned on she gets.
Maybe she’s one of those females who gets turned on by pain or humiliation. By BDSM or whatever they call it.
Humans are so fucking warped.
Except my attempt at scorn barely lasts two seconds before I’m fully on board with giving her whatever she wants. Whatever turns her on. Finding out how to push her buttons in a variety of ways.
I would love to learn how to make Lauren Sterling scream with pleasure. Shriek in pain. Quiver with temptation and need. To torture her the way she’s been torturing me since the first day of school.
Of course, I won’t. I don’t take females non-consensually, not even if they’re turned on. Just because her body wants something from me doesn’t mean she does.
Lauren claws my back, bites my side. Continues to slap my ass. “Let me go, Abe! Put me down!”
I run across the mesa until I get to my family’s cabin. Set in the middle of our hunting grounds, it’s the place I went after dinner to undress and shift. It’s also the haunt my brother and his friends used in high school to bring females for–
No, I can’t think of that.
Lauren doesn’t want that from me.
“Abe!” There’s a note of real alarm in her voice that bothers my wolf.
Bothers him enough to need to soothe her. “Take it easy, princess.” I tip her down to drop her to her feet on the porch as I reach for the key above the door frame. “I’m not going to hurt you.”
She doesn’t run. Maybe she’s too shocked by my behavior. I doubt it’s because she trusts me or what I just promised. She stares at me as I push open the door to the cabin and step inside to grab my clothes.
“Why did you bring me here?” She follows me to the doorway, standing in the middle of it–neither inside nor out. The pink and purple of the fading sunset make the sky behind her glow, backlighting her with the aura of a goddess.
I don’t answer, but yank on a pair of boxers and shorts. I’m thanking the sweet moon she hasn’t already taken off running.
It’s not because she’s turned on by me. It can’t be.
She probably craves answers about what just happened. I shifted right before her eyes. Fuck!
I had to or she would have plunged to her death below. The thought still makes me sick to my stomach.
But now, I have to do the unthinkable. I have to get her mind wiped.
I shrug on a t-shirt as I walk swiftly to the kitchen to grab duct tape from the junk drawer. “I’m really sorry about this.” I advance on her, stretching a length of tape from the roll.
She catches on quickly–she’s smart as fuck–I already knew that from chemistry class. In a second, she’s bolting out the door, but she’s no match for me.
I catch her with just a few long strides and wrap an arm around her waist to haul her off her feet. “Don’t freak, princess.”
It’s hard to describe how satisfying it is to have my mouth pressed against her neck, the silk of her dark, copper hair falling against my jaw. Her apple candy scent gives me a fresh hard-on. “I’m not going to hurt you.”
She flails and fights me, her nails digging into my forearm. “You are hurting me,” she lies.
“I know I’m not. If you’d stop fighting me, I could put you down.”
She immediately goes slack. The moment I lower her feet to the ground, she attempts to run again.
I give her ass a smack. “I don’t want to do this.”
