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I barked out in laughter, put one arm under her legs and the other behind her back. It was going to be official now, I was going to be claimed.

Chapter Thirty

Emm

My legs ached from the different positions he put me in. I didn’t know there were that many ways to have sex, so I guess my originality was lacking. My pussy was swollen, damp but hell, I wouldn’t say no if he asked to do it again.

I lost count of the euphoric peaks we’d reached, soaring on wave after wave of pleasure. The fatigue in Locke’s body was clear as he pressed his knot inside me for the fifth time, releasing his sinful essence inside me. He pulled me to his chest to get me to stop the small tremors afterward whenever I moved. It was like he was begging me to stop.

Ha—finally outdid him in something.

I hadn’t bitten him during this session of intense erotic pleasure. I was still too far into my head, trying to figure out how I exactly fit into his life.

I was a human, and I was becoming a wolf.

I loved scratching, biting, and bruising, during sex, but the bite he was talking about —he wanted it deep into the muscle, and the human side of me wasn’t ready.

For the very first time, I had the privilege of witnessing Locke in slumber. His tousled hair cascaded over his forehead, casting playful shadows on his peaceful face. As I gently extricated myself from his tight hold, I paused, savoring the moment, and allowed my gaze to linger on him.

He lay sprawled on his stomach, his chiseled back physique exposed, untouched by any covers or bedding. The nest, as he referred to it, was a chaotic jumble of tangled sheets. The room carried a faint scent of musk, and the disheveled bed emitted a soft rustling sound as he shifted his weight to become more comfortable.

I could hear soft pants, a faint smile on his face. He looked happy, content and his heavy breathing made me realize what a deep sleep he was in.

He was like a cute, psychotic, death puppy.

I grabbed a blanket from the floor and wrapped it around me. I felt guilty leaving, but I really needed to call my sister. My phone sat on the nightstand, charged and ready to go. He gave it to me earlier, it meant I was allowed to use it, right?

What do I mean allowed? Of course I was.

For blackmail, and for me to remember this sweet moment, I took a picture of Locke’s naked body sprawled on the bed.Mmhm, he was a fine specimen.

I left the room afterward, quickly dialing on the burner phone. My main phone for other calls sat on the kitchen counter, charging.

He really had thought of everything.

The phone rang once, and Elena picked up with a breathy hello.

“Hey, sorry I haven’t called.” I started and picked at my fingernail. As I strolled into the living room, I relished the sensation of the plush rug carpet caressing my bare feet. The room extended before me, amplified by the luminous high beams above, but it was not this grandeur that seized my attention. Rather, it was the colossal windows, revealing the beautiful view.

The forest was thick, lush and vines with flowers. Before I stumbled across this town and this MC, it had been so long since I spent time in the woods or a forest. The foliage here was different than what it should be in the northeast, but who was I to question about the plants?

I was turning into a werewolf, I shouldn’t worry about freaking plants. A shifter’s soul was intertwined with mine, so I had other things to worry about.

I held the blanket tighter around my shoulders and listened to Elena.

“So, how have you been?” she prodded. “Has anything interesting happened to you in the past few days? I bet it has been—exciting.”

The sarcastic voice put me off, but I ignored it.

“Yeah, it’s been something. I have something to tell you.”

“No, no, no. Let me guess!” She got excited. “You stopped pursuing Locke as a bounty and fucked him into oblivion. In the forest, no less.”

My heart stopped.

“And, and!” she screamed excitedly, “you took that big nasty knot and let him come all up in you raw.”

What. The. Fuck.