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“I’m not sharing a bed. If your wolf won’t let you sleep in the other room, we can get bunkbeds or something.” My voice was flat.

I had to put my foot down about something. The man was deciding everything.

And I wanted him badly enough that if we shared a bed, I’d probably roll over and climb on his cock during the night.

As much fun as that would be, I absolutely couldn’t let it happen again until after my doctor’s appointment, where I’d either go on birth control or find out there was no point in it.

He blinked. “I didn’t think sharing a bed was that big of a deal. I could sleep in my wolf form if that would make you more comfortable.”

“Nope. You take the floor or buy a bunk bed, or I’ll sleep on the ground myself.”

He studied me for a moment before he finally agreed. “I can push the spare mattress in.”

“That works.”

He was looking at me a little differently while we played the next round. Like he was curious.

But he still beat me.

And instead of picking one of the easier topics, like he had been, he said,

“Let’s talk about sex.”

My body tensed.

“That’s not the reaction I hoped for,” he remarked.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” I lied.

“You tensed. Your shoulders went tight. Your eyes hardened.”

“Eyes can’t harden.”

“Yours did. Tell me why.”

“Was that an order, Beckett?”

His gaze flashed, his lips curving upward. “Beckett, huh? You really don’t want to talk about sex.”

“It’s not my preferred topic, no.”

“Why not?”

I couldn’t lie that it had been bad.

The man knew how good it had been for me. He’d legitimately focused on making it good for me.

“You fucked me without telling me what I was to you, knowing I’d walk away if you told me. It was manipulative. I don’t want to talk about me being manipulated,” I said.

His interest and amusement vanished instantly. “We didn’t fuck, Sienna. We made love. And I wasn’t manipulating you, I was getting to know you and showing you the benefits of having a mate.”

“I’m sure you can see how it doesn’t come off that way to me.”

He dragged a hand through his hair. “I thought you would walk away if I told you what you were to me.”

“I would’ve. And you probably would’ve chased me, like you did when I went to Tori’s house.”

“I definitely would’ve chased you. You’re mine.” There was an edge to his tone that made me hotter.