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SASHA

D amon’s bedroom housed a total of three thousand five hundred lint molecules. How did I know that? One could only stare at four walls for so long, watch so much TV, that they needed to occupy themselves with something before going mad.

Days had turned into two weeks, and my skin prickled with frustration. Damon kept me informed with the investigation as to the werebears’ manipulation by the Dark Fae. Still no leads to who the perpetrator was. Even with my pack and Damon’s operating on joined efforts.

I heaved a sigh before rolling onto my back. Evening had descended, and it was time to sleep. Except I couldn’t. A zing of heat pricked my core. I groaned, cursing inside my mind.

Shit, not again.

For the past three nights, my body became horny as hell—leaving my snatch wet, and nipples throbbing. But this wasn’t just any old urge. No, this was driven to a specific person, a certain male.

Damon.

His scent filled the room, wafted through my nostrils, and clung to the sheets.

It invaded my dreams and sent me to the waking world bothered and empty, needing to be filled.

My inner wolf threw her head back and let out a howl of desperation, desiring our fated mate.

I growled, my claws slicing the knotted sheet in my hand.

I am more than my hormones. I am not weak like this. Like hell, I’ll call for Damon like a bitch in heat.

If only I had Dolly. But the vibrator lay tucked away in my drawer, miles upon miles from where I remained. Sweat beaded my brow as a tremor wracked my core. My clit clenched. I moaned, my legs sliding against the silky covers.

Damn it all to hell, I thought.

I slipped my hand under the sheet, down my chest, down my abdomen, and further still.

My fingers curled over my dampened curls at the apex of my thighs, coming to rest on the folds of my throbbing core.

My finger slipped between the folds to rest on my clit.

A breathy moan filled the air. Through my delirious desire, I was still aware of it.

Even more aware of the tight knot that spasmed in my abdomen.

My imagination went soaring with the wind. Images of Damon floated to mind. Visions of him looming above me, his full lips curled in a wicked grin as he toyed with my dampened curls, sliding a finger up and down my wet heat. My hips bucked as a bolt of pleasure whipped down my spine.

“Yes,” I groaned, closing my eyes.

I circled my finger around my clit and stars burst behind my eyelids.

Faster I moved, my breaths coming in keening pants as tremors rocked my body.

So close, I was so close. The orgasm crested like the first lights of dawn—like the sun, so close but yet so far away.

With my free hand, I kneaded my breast, whimpering as another delicious jolt sparked from my clit, rippling through my core.

I rolled and pinched my nipples. The idea of Damon’s tongue circling the proud thrust of the dusky buds blazed in my mind’s eye.

The wave of bliss crested and swelled. Like a rope pulled taut, its fringes fraying.

I applied more pressure, and swirled my finger between my folds, then slid a finger inside my core.

Brilliant light burst in the dark. My back bowed, and I clapped a hand over my mouth as a tremendous orgasm rocked through me like a magnitude quake.

It wasn’t enough to stifle my cries. Pleasure rolled in, like waves crashing against the shore, again and again, a never-ending stream that had my toes curling, leaving me gasping for air.

I tore my hand from my mouth and twisted around, biting the pillow beneath my head, screaming into the downy fluff.

Then, just when I thought it’d never ebb, the steady stream of ecstasy subsided.

I lay slicked in sweat; the sheets suctioned to my skin, a damp chill descending over me—yet never more pleasured and satiated in my life.

I blinked and stretched like a purring cat, realizing I had never cum so hard with my vibrator, Dolly. It was Damon’s visions that had caused me to careen over the edge this time. I shook my head, not wishing to explore that train of thought. There was no meaning to it—just my inner wolf’s desires.

My inner wolf lay flopped on her side in my mind, her flanks heaving, tongue lazed out of her mouth. I withdrew my hand from my still wet sex and sighed, my insides buzzing, skin humming with delight. I closed my eyes and allowed sleep to lull me away.

I awoke to a knock at the door, hearing a creak. My eyelids fluttered open before snapping wide.

Damon stood in the doorway, watching me.

Dammit!

As I took a quick sniff, I caught the smell of feminine heat, sweat, and musk that permeated the room.

A brief touch of my hair that fell around my shoulders told me my curls were wilder than normal.

Mussed and tousled. Damon took a step forward.

Then his nostrils flared, and he rocked to a halt.

His body grew rigid, muscles along his shoulders stretching taut.

His gaze dropped to the sheets and then to my lower body, much to my mortification.

He moved, but this time, his steps appeared slow, affected, and calculating.

I swallowed hard, not taking my gaze off of him.

He was stalking me.

Damon stopped at my bedside, his legs brushing the sheets.

He stood so close. After bending at the waist, he placed a hand on either side of my hips—caging me in.

I shrank back into the pillows, the damned headboard blocking any route of escape.

He leaned down further. His eyes held mine, demanding my gaze.

“Did you think about me?”

“W-What?”

He dipped his chin, the tip of his nose almost grazing my own. “Did you think of me… when you touched yourself?”

I stared up at him for a few heartbeats. My mind became scrambled. I wondered if I should lie. Then I saw it. The stark openness that shone in Damon’s wide orbs. The flicker of hesitant hope before his gaze shuttered.

I licked my lower lip. Then nodded. “Yes.”

A smile, almost childlike, swept across his lips.

He dropped his head, his mouth capturing mine in a heated kiss; I felt clear down to my toes.

This was no tentative, searching kiss. No, it was an unleashed upheaval of fire and wildness.

Damon pressed forward, his body enveloping mine, pushing me into the mattress.

I cooed at the deliciousness of being pinned, cocooned in the male heat of him.

His hands were everywhere. Tangled in my hair, clenching my waist, and kneading my breast. As if he were a man starving and couldn’t get enough of me.

I moaned as his tongue swept into my mouth, curled around my own.

My hands swept across his broad shoulders, before fisting his hair, dragging him closer to me. It seemed we couldn’t get close enough.

I broke the kiss long enough to bite at his lower lip and said, “Take this off.” I tugged at his shirt.

A wicked smile graced his lips. Then he leaned back, just enough, and jerked the shirt over his head.

He came back over the top of me and lifted my shirt before tossing it to the floor.

Damon’s hungry eyes fell to my bra, then flicked up, his gaze questioning.

I nodded. He reached around my back and unclasped my bra.

It, too, ended up on the growing pile of clothing on the floor.

His eyes took in the swell of my breasts.

A blush stole across my cheeks. My hands were tingling and itched with the urge to cover them.

Damon’s Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed. “Sasha…” he breathed, his voice sounded more like a whisper. “You’re beautiful.”

A ball of warmth bloomed in my gut. I ran my hands across his bare pecs and gave a purr of appreciation. He chuckled.

“You can touch me all you want, darling,” Damon said, his voice husky, “but know that I get to do the same.”

He angled his body to the side of me. His arm crossed over my stomach to rest on my damp sex. I hummed a sigh, my eyes rolling back into my head.

“Fuck, Sasha,” Damon whispered. “ Fuck .”

“Please… don’t stop.”

He released another deep and throaty chuckle. “Sasha, baby, we’re just getting started.”

“Is that a promise?”

He pressed another molten kiss to my lips before replying, “It’s a fact.”

Then his middle finger slipped between my folds.

I allowed my legs to gap wide, lifting my bottom toward him in a silent plea for him to continue.

His tongue thrust into my mouth in rhythmic sync with his finger along my clit.

Back and forth—the sensation dragging me under, like an anchor that pulled me beneath the water into the depths of the sea.

A bolt of pleasure rippled through my core, channeled across my insides. Another moan forced its way from my throat. I swept my tongue into Damon’s mouth, meeting his tongue in a wild dance. Damon groaned deep in his throat.

He tore his lips from mine, his mouth finding the slope of my breast. He kissed a trail across the swell and I panted, desperate for him to reach the sweet goal. My nipples thrusted out for him, reaching for the wet heat of his mouth.

“Fuck!” I cried as his mouth closed around my areola.

He sucked me in deep. His finger applied pressure to the swollen nub at the apex of my thighs.

As Damon delivered more friction, it sent me withering across the sheets.

I whimpered, begged, my words an incoherent jumble as his tongue swirled across my nipple, flicking the sensitive bud.

His teeth clamped over the proud bud with gentle tenderness and fireworks burst in my brain—short circuited my neurons.

His finger dipped inside my core, curling within and my back bowed, spine curling. Jagged pain sliced through my insides, stabbed at the claw marks like white hot needles. I gasped in pain before hunching over.

At the instant, Damon shrank away from me. “Sasha, what’s wrong?”

He took in my gritted teeth, the pain that bled across my features, then his eyes widened with realization. “Fuck. We shouldn’t have?—”

He gazed at me as if seeing me for the first time. His eyes scanned our half-naked bodies, the bed, the surrounding room. Damon sprang away faster than a cat. After finding his footing, he raked a hand through his hair, teeth bared, disgust glinting in his eyes.

Hurt burst inside my chest at the look he gave me. Shame soon followed on its heels as Damon turned away from me, his shoulders tense.

He’s rejecting me. Again.

My eyes burned, and I bit my lip hard enough to draw blood, fighting against the tears, trying to escape. My fangs stabbed out.

I even touched myself while thinking about him!

Never had shame and self-loathing burrowed a hole so deep inside me, blazing through my veins—my very blood. Damon faced me once more. He stepped closer.

“Sasha—”

I shoved at his chest. “Leave.”

He didn’t budge. Just stared at me.

I slammed my fists onto the mattress. “Get out! Just get out. Now!”

Tears spilled down my cheeks, and I swung my head to hide them from the alpha male. “Just… Just leave me alone.” A sob hiccuped from my chest. “ Please. ”

After a pause rife with tension, Damon rose to his full height. He turned and walked away. The door cracked closed in his wake. And my tears became a torrential downpour.