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“But—”
He placed his fingers over her lips. “Just go with it, Pageant. Believe it. Own it. Soon everything will make sense.”
She locked her arms around his neck and whimpered as he lifted her to him. His cock thrummed in his slacks. His rigid length pulsed with agonizing sensations as he sat her on the counter, certain if he placed some physical distance between them the mating call wouldn’t be so fierce, nearly impossible to deny.
“So how does a man go about seducing a woman who is only interested in women?” He
kissed a trail to her ear and breathed softly at her lobe, nicking and tugging at the flesh until he was more aroused than the moment before.
“Keep doing what you’re doing and I’ll consider breaking my code.”
“Your code?”
“To only sleep with women.”
He didn’t care if she slept with a damn teddy bear. “I’m starting to believe there’s something to this lesbian thing.”
“Would you like to hear the truth?”
His cock jumped. If she thought girl-on-girl action would turn him off, she missed the part where he rode with a motorcycle gang. He’d been to rallies where he’d seen plenty and he thought it was hot as hell. “If you’re trying to steer me in another direction, you’re taking the wrong approach. I like watching women—with each other or other men.”
She grimaced. “I had a bad relationship and swore off all men.”
“You had.” He liked the sound of that, too. “Past tense still in play, I guess?”
“Yes. After a bad breakup and few possible options in this town, I decided I’d probably have more in common with women so I…” She fidgeted.
“You…slept with a woman?”
“No,” she replied, looking defeated. “I tried. It was disastrous.”
“Wait a minute.” He chuckled. “You’re serious?”
“Absolutely.”
“Did you like her or—” He didn’t know how to feel about that because he’d never kicked a woman’s ass and he was already pumping so much obsessive testosterone he’d convinced himself he’d have to brawl a man or two to win his woman’s favor. So much for the ass-stomping.
“I’m pretty sure it was the ‘or’ if you know what I mean.”
“Bi-curious?”
She laughed. “Not really.”
So she’d definitely had a humdinger of a relationship and swore off men, just like she’d said. He scratched his forehead. “Do you want to talk about this now?”
“Not really.”
“Good.” He was relieved. This was starting to feel weird.
She gently swayed her hips back and forth and watched him. “You giving up on me, wolf?”
Completely taken aback, he jerked. “Wolf?” How did he respond now? Prior to arriving at her home, he’d thought about how he’d explain his abilities. He’d meant to spend a great deal of time reassuring her while stressing how important she was to him and the pack, to his entire brotherhood.
“I know what you are. I know what you think I am to you. That’s why I told you that story.” She wagged her finger at him. “You should’ve seen your face. If I had to guess, your packmaster hasn’t exactly gone over how to consummate a relationship with someone who isn’t—for the lack of a politically correct phrase—interested in fucking a male.”
He stroked his lip with his thumb, considering why she’d wanted to play games. The answer was simple enough.
Pageant was scared. She knew what he was. She understood what she would soon mean to him and what they’d mean to one another. The diversion was a means to postpone the inevitable.
