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“No.”My damn wolf was a ruthless motherfucker.“Stop being so fucking frightened of ruining her. She’s a strong-ass bitch. She has the whole community quaking and you’re frightened at the idea of loving her because you fear she’ll go up in smoke? That she’ll become ashes just like our past love?”
That was exactly it. My ultimate fear. That another woman would perish because I loved her wholeheartedly.
“I’ve been holding back. Not just in the department of loving you, but in so many areas. My hobbies, my passions, and even my commitment to the pack haven’t been as strong as they once were. I guess that drive…that rejuvenating flame was flickering out,” I admitted. “My nightmares grew in frequency, and my lack of sleep got worse. I put my irritability toward my work so I don’t snap at others for no reason, but it simply made the security management harder and further stole the joy I get with my car dealerships. I guess I was spiraling long before you came into the picture, but it was meeting you and realizing just how powerful, unique, brave, and diabolical you are that really gave me the wake-up call I needed to finally acknowledge what’s going on with me.”
“I’m not diabolical,” she quietly muttered like I’d insulted her.
I had to laugh because that was such a fucking lie.
“Do I need to remind you that you cut up a guy’s cock, fried it, fed it to him, and then set the entire house on fire so he could enjoy the taste of his cooked cock while bleeding out and burning to death?” I summed up. “You can’t argue that’s not a tiny bit diabolical.”
“Oh, honey, that’s simply revenge,” she said with so much confidence, I was truly shocked as I pulled back to peer down at her.
Not a speck of remorse in her eyes.
Fucking hell, I love this woman.
“Why do I feel like you’re already fantasizing about me?” she pondered more to herself as those taunting lips began to form that cute O shape of a pout.
“That confidence of yours is going to get you fucked against the glass wall.”
I was sure she could see the hunger in my eyes, which was why she purposely wrapped her arms around my neck and pressed her body right against me while my cock so effortlessly found itself between her legs.
“I would say ‘fuck me then’ to be combative, but I want us to finish our conversation.”
Just the fact my well-being mattered—physically, emotionally, and mentally—meant so much more than she realized.
“I want to try harder,” I whispered. “To ignite that spark and feel alive again.”
My body was already gravitating toward her, our lips brushing before I took a deep inhale to enjoy her sweet scent.
“I miss that sensation. I lost it because of fear and apprehension, but having you in my life changed me. Watching you go through crazy shit and somehow fighting for everything you love and adore makes me want to do the same. You don’t half-ass anything. No matter the challenges, fear doesn’t stop you from moving forward, and even when you have your moments, you do everything in your power to overcome them,” he summed up. “I won’t be able to change overnight, but with the motivation and determination, I think I can make my wants into reality.”
I kissed her tenderly and added, “And that starts with making more time for us.”
“So…shower sex?” she offered, and that simply had me chuckling and reaching for the handle for the shower.
“You want bubbles up your pussy?”
She immediately cringed before shaking her head.
“Nope. I don’t want any form pH imbalance or infection. Thanks, but I’d rather fall out of a fucking plane than deal with that shit.”
“It cannot be that bad,” I commented and turned the temperature up so we were soaked in hot water in seconds.
“It’s bad,” she emphasized the word ‘bad’ by drawing it out. “Think of your cock being infected! Not fun in the slightest.”
“Then I should make sure you’re squeaky clean before I fuck you. Got it.”
“Just kiss the fuck out of me,” she concluded as she pulled me against her while she took a step back so her back was pressed against the glass. “I miss the taste of your mouth.”
“Likewise, Rebel,” I growled and claimed her lips with intense need.
As if all my worries were cast aside, all I needed to focus on was my Rebel Flower: her divine scent, her addictive taste, the way my hands so effortlessly moved up and down her body like I knew every surface.
I’d missed this far too much.
Her hands went up my back, trailing slowly across the lines of muscles while briefly skimming over a few scars. It made me shudder at her touch, even as we continued to be soaked in steaming hot water, but her touch was sensual in comparison to trigger-inducing.
