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I bite back a groan.
I cage her throat with my hand to hold her down, careful not to squeeze. “Careful, Pearls. You’re turning me on.”
She goes still, her chest rising and falling. For once, my defect works in my favor because my wolf eyes can see her perfectly in the dark–even the color rising to her cheeks.
She remains frozen for several breaths like she’s waiting to see if I’ll do something.
Then she whispers, “I promise.”
“Not even Lincoln.”
I don’t know how close twins are, but it seems like if there was anyone she might tell, it would be him.
“I won’t tell him.”
I shift, so my grip on her neck becomes a caress, my thumb finding the puncture wounds from the leech.
They’re better already than they were a few hours ago, but they still make me want to howl and shift to tear that vampire apart.
I lower my head–slowly, so she can push me away if she wants–to the broken skin and drag my tongue over the wounds once again.
My dick surges against the zipper of my jeans. Having her scent up in my nostrils sends my wolf into a frenzy, desperate to mark her with my scent. It also feels like a hit of a powerful drug. One that makes me feel like I’ve somehow arrived. Like all the striving to cover up my defect, to maintain my dominant position, is over.
It’s no longer necessary.
But that would only be true if I wasn’t a wolf.
When I lift my head to look into Lauren’s face, she looks drugged, too. “How does it look?” Her husky murmur makes me crazy.
Crazy enough to want to rip the covers out from between us and put my head between her thighs.
“Better.” My voice sounds deep and rough to my ears.
“I’ll wear a collar tomorrow.”
Oh Fate. Now I’m picturing her in a dog collar. Or a slave collar. The kind made of soft leather with a ring at her throat, so I could attach a leash and pull her around. Order her to her knees to suck my–
Pain pierces my temple, and my vision goes bonkers. I suck in a sharp breath to clear my head. I can’t lose control.
Why does this human make my condition so much worse?
I release her throat and reach for my back pocket. “Here.” I unfold the letter and lay it on her chest.
“I was a dick. I’m sorry.”
She takes the letter between her fingers like it’s more precious than a sacred religious text delivered directly from the hand of God.
I get it.
“You are a dick.”
That’s my princess. Always giving it back to me.
But then she says, “Thank you,” and everything inside me rearranges. The desire to earn those two words from her a million times more nearly overwhelms me.
I want to kiss her.
Desperately.
