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I brought my hand to the back of his head, holding him in place.
He hummed against my mouth. I opened my eyes to see orange up close.
My fangs itched in my gums.
“You’ll see it,” I whispered. “Aileen said you’ll see it all when I do. You’ll see everything.”
He said, “I know,” and he kissed me again and again and again.
It wasn’t fierce, the way he loved me. It wasn’t the burning fire of passion. It was heavy and soft. It was love unlike anything else I’d felt. My hands tightened in the comforter as he kissed my chest, hands on the button of my jeans. He pulled the zipper down, reaching inside and holding on to me, his hand hot as he caressed me.
He didn’t take me in his mouth, but he didn’t need to. Instead he brought his hand to his lips and, while he knew I was watching, licked his palm slowly. And then his hand was back on me, slick and hot, moving up and down, squeezing just right.
And later, much later, when we were both slick with sweat, our pupils blown out, me above him, his legs over my shoulders, his cock half-hard against his stomach, he said my name like a whispered prayer. In my head a rattling metal door shook in its frame as I thrust into him with a snap of my hips. His claws scratched my back, and it was almost here, it was almost time, and I couldn’t stop, I wouldn’t stop, not for anything.
Right before I came, he whispered, “Use the memory of my fangs in your skin.”
And then he reared up, face elongating, and I cried out as he bit down, as he loved me, as he loved me, as I—
I
I
I
I am standing in front of a wooden door. My stomach is in knots. I’m nervous, so fucking nervous, but this is important. I calm my heart, even though they have to hear it. Hear me. Alpha Hughes’s voice is still whispering in my head, telling me to keep my eyes open for anything and everything and to tell her all I see, no matter how small, no matter how minute.
I knock.
The door opens.
“Wolf,” this strange and wondrous human says.
I grin at him. “Ox. I come in peace and bring tidings of great joy. My name is Robbie Fontaine. You may have known my predecessor, Osmond.”
It’s the wrong thing to say.
Wolves snarl just out of sight.
“Yeah, probably not the best idea to mention that name. That’s my bad. Won’t happen again. Well, I—”
I
I
I
I want him. I don’t know why. I’m supposed to watch them and report back East, but I’m starting to leave little details out, starting to keep things hidden, and it’s dangerous, it’s wrong, but I can’t bring myself to stop it. He’s here, Ox, and he’s unlike anyone I’ve ever known before. I tell myself it’s just a crush, I tell myself it’s just infatuation, but there is this pulse in my chest, this light, and I think it’s because of him, and I—
I
I
I
I kiss him.
He pushes me away.
