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Ishoveleddown the rest of my spaghetti and stood up to wash the plate. “Is this the type of stuff that goes through my sister’s mind? Aren’t you too young to be thinking about that? How old are you, anyway, liketwelve?”

“Uh,I’m only four years younger than you. Hey, where are yougoing?”

“Another long day tomorrow,gonna knock out.” I ruffled Jennifer’s hair. “Finish your homework,kiddo.”

“Asshole.”

“Jennifer, language,”Momsnored.

“Sorry, Mom.”

Idisappearedinto my room and shut the door. My heart was hammering. I sat on the bed, and took a few deep breaths. It felt weird and exciting to hear it said out loud. It was true, Ididhave feelings for him. I wantedhim.

Istrippeddown to my underwear and crawled in bed. Every time my mind went to Christophe, my heart started to race. I went over the events of the day, of every interaction we’d had, replaying them in my mind. What had that touch meant? That look? Had they meant something more, or was I just imagining what Idesired?

Iclosed my eyes,and I saw his face. That damn smug smile of his. Those red eyes. The scent of the cologne he wore, and how it mixed with the smell of his sweat when he worked. He looked so hot when he worked. He’d refused to wear anything but his suit, and I’d given him a hard time about it, but secretly I thought it was sexy ashell.

Ifeltmy cock pulse as it slowly swelled up against the fabric of my underwear. I could feel the omega inside of me aching for him, for the things that only he, an alpha, could do tome.

My thoughts were goingto dirtyplaces.

My cock was rock hard,and I released it. I imagined Christophe’s, and what it might look like. Strong, powerful, intense, just like him. I imagined how he could take me with it, how he could fill meup.

Hounds of Hell…

Istroked myself,the warmth of my cock filling my fist. A gasp managed to escape my lips, despite my effort to restrain my voice. I bit the back of my hand and keptgoing.

He could fuck me,if he wanted to. I’d let him. I wanted him to. He could make me his omega, he could hold me down with those strong hands and pound me from behind. He could take me raw, I didn’t care. He could let it go inside of me, I wanted to feel his knot, I wanted to feel it all inside of me. He could give me his baby if hewanted.

Oh,shit…

My toes curledas my cock flexed, and the warmth of my come spilled out over my hand. I gasped for breath and opened my eyes. My cock continued to throb with my climax, and the haze slowly started to clear from myhead.

“What was that?”I muttered to myself, reaching for a tissue. I’d never had such wild fantasies fly through my headbefore.

Ifell backinto my pillow, my heart still racing. The thrum of a helicopter droned outside the window, and the light from a spotlight momentarily danced across my bedroom floor. I heard wolvesyelping.

All I could think about wasChristophe. How had things managed to get thisdeep?

Ididn’t know.All I did know was that I wanted him. And I wanted himbad.

* * *

The next dayas I was riding over to the Luna manor in the back of the limo, Stephen rolled down the dividing window and announced that he would be assisting me with inspecting the ventilation ductsystem.

“Where is Christophe?”I asked, trying not to sounddisappointed.

“He hasother matters to attend to, but has told me to inform you that he has not forgotten about the bet. He will join you for dinnertonight.”

“Good.”I nodded, though in honesty I had forgotten about thedinner.

Stephen provideda special electronic cable to look at the inside of the ducts, and it was strange to follow the pathway I’d taken to break into the house again. We fed the cable into the system through vent openings in several rooms, and it was my first time seeing more of the Lunamansion.

During all myresearch checking out the place before the heist, I’d always carried a feeling of distaste for the place, and for every place that I robbed. It was just a place that rich people lived in. Now, as I walked through the massive hallways lined with gigantic, antique oil portraits of regal looking shifters, I couldn’t help but feel awed. There was more than just wealth and money behind this place, there was history. I could see that, and even I could appreciateit.

“My family,”a voice echoed from down the hall behind me. I turned around, and saw Christophe walking towards us. He gestured up at the portraits. “Their faces are all over this house. Ancestors, going back almost to the beginning of the Luna line. Stephen, I’ll take over from here. Thankyou.”

Stephen nodded,and quietly slippedaway.