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“Oh, my god.”

I chuckled. We really needed to work on increasing her vocabulary. An old, familiar tingle shot down my spine as my cock squirted its release all over her skin and pulsed against my palm. Groaning, I tilted my head back and savored the feeling of our combined wetness coating my hand as I continued to pump it all out over her.

When I brought my gaze back down, I saw that her legs were still splayed open for my viewing pleasure, glistening like a siren’s call. I rubbed the head of my cock against her inner thigh and shoved my dick back in, letting it take in her warmth as my left hand rubbed my cum all over her breasts. Her nipples hardened, and I groaned against her shoulder, kissing her skin and taking in the smell of our arousal in the room.

“I-I never knew it could feel like that,” she whispered.

Nipping her shoulder, I pulled her chest against mine, keeping my cock nestled inside her pussy. Rubbing my scruff against her head, I let out an exhale—taking the tensions of the day with it.

“If you want to feel like that again, all you have to do is ask. I’m more than happy to be the one who gives it to you.” I gripped her chin, tilted it up, and stared into her eyes. “Don’t eventhinkof asking anyone else, because if I find out, I’ll kill em.”

I slammed my lips on hers before she could give me any retort to my statement.

Chapter 6

Fitri

I wiped my chest off with a wet rag and snuck out of Eliseo’s house when he fell asleep. I probably shouldn’t have, but I needed time to think about everything. It all happened so fast. I didn’t know how I felt.

He destroyed one of the three pairs of panties I was able to pack in my cargo pants.Asshole. He knew how hard they were to come by but did it anyway.

I had to admit, it was hot, but I didn’t have to admit tohim.

I should be pissed. Right?I should be pissed he took advantage of my vulnerable moment of discovery. I could still feel the phantom sensation of his hard cock inside of me, and it made my pussy throb, weeping for him to come back and fill me up.

“What is wrong with you?” I asked myself aloud under my breath.

I never had sex before, but I had seen it plenty of times. Flashes of another face flitted in my mind, and it made my heart hurt. I didn’t recognize him, but I knew that there were deep emotions tied to the memory. Who was this elusive person, and why was my mind bringing him up now?

Making it to my front door under the cover of darkness, my hands felt for my hair pin and used muscle memory to unlock it. Once inside, I turned on the light switch to the lamp on the side table. I quietly closed the door and turned the bolt, sliding down with my back against the door.

Eliseo was such a large presence. He overwhelmed me with how hot and quick his passion burned. How did we go from annoying each other to him taking a guardian position in my life forcefully…to this?

It felt wrong, but why? He easily was twice my age but that wasn’t really the problem, not in this life. My hands rubbed against my breasts thinking about the way he did it to me, with such practiced ease.

I missed him already, and I didn’t want to. I didn’twantto feel this way. I didn’twantto become attached to something that wasn’t mine to keep. Eliseo was an alpha with a tightly knit pack. I didn’t need any more complications in my life.

Someone pounded on my door, vibrating it against my back. I jumped up and backed away, staring at it in silence, hoping the person would go away.

My heart was beating erratically, and I screeched when a large figure shouldered his way through my door, sending splinters of wood every which way.

“Sili,” he panted like an enraged beast with his arms against the door frame. “You left me. Where the fuck do you think you’re going in the middle of the damn night?”

I backed up until I hit the stairway post. Why did the wild look in his eyes make me feel this way—both afraid and intrigued?

He was shirtless, his cargo pants undone and hanging on his hips deliciously. Even his boots hadn’t been laced in his rush to find me. A pang of guilt ran through me at his worried look.

Breaking his intense eye contact, my gaze roamed his body. The scars on his chest made my mouth dry, his dark tattoos a stark contrast against his skin. He slammed the door shut and walked up to me until we were toe to toe, staring me down with a scowl.

His hands came up to cradle my face and I closed my eyes, letting his warmth seep into my skin.

“How am I supposed to protect you when I can’t even keep you near me?” he gritted out.

“I don’t need protecting, Eliseo. I survived just fine without you.”

He turned to punch a hole in the wall that connected to the stairs, making me jump, and pulled at his hair before turning back to face me.

“You just told me people are out to kill you! You expect me to just ignore that?”