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Sitting on the edge of the motel bed, I couldn”t help but overhear Whizz”s hushed conversation on the phone.

His words sent a shiver down my spine, and I realized the depth of what he had just done for me.

After he hung up, Whizz turned to me, his expression calm.

”The body is taken care of, Dylan,” Whizz said in a reassuring voice. ”There”s no way it can be traced back to us.”

The relief that washed over me was palpable. It was like a huge weight had been lifted from my shoulders.

For a moment there, I had been envisioning Whizz behind bars because of me, and the thought had been unbearable.

Whizz moved to sit beside me on the bed, his piercing gaze locked onto mine.

”What”s bothering you?” he asked gently, as if he could read my thoughts.

I hesitated, my gaze dropping to my fidgeting hands.

”It”s just... all of this, Whizz,” I admitted, my voice barely above a whisper. ”Everything you”re doing for me. I don”t want you to get into trouble because of me.”

Whizz reached out, placing a hand on my shoulder, his touch warm and reassuring.

”Dylan,” he said softly, ”I told you before, I won”t let anything happen to you.

I met his gaze, and in those intense eyes of his, I found a sense of safety and belonging that I had been missing for so long.

And in that moment, I realized I wouldn”t trade it for anything in the world.

Whizz pulled me into a warm, reassuring hug, and I welcomed the embrace. It was amazing how just his presence could make me feel so safe.

However, I knew I had to address something that was lingering in my mind, something I couldn”t ignore.

”Whizz,” I began hesitantly, my voice muffled against his chest. I continued, ”would it have been better if you brought that wolf shifter in for questioning instead of... well, you know?”

There was a brief silence, and I could feel Whizz”s grip on me tightening just slightly.

“I scared you back in the alleyway, didn”t I?” Whizz finally asked.

I leaned back slightly to look up at him.

Whizz”s expression was conflicted, as if he was worried that I might see him differently now.

He didn”t want me to witness that violent side of him, the one he used to protect, not harm.

I shook my head, reassuring him.

”No, Whizz,” I said softly, ”you didn”t scare me. I understand that being protective is part of an alpha shifter”s nature. The difference is that you use your strength to protect others, not to hurt and intimidate them like those wolf shifter captors did.”

Whizz”s eyes softened as he gazed down at me, and a small, grateful smile tugged at the corners of his lips.

In that moment, I knew that I had made the right choice when I decided to trust him.

I couldn”t help but tease Whizz.

”You know, you still haven”t answered my question,” I said in a playful tone.

Whizz”s gaze met mine, and he sighed, his expression softening as he spoke.

”I got so angry, Dylan,” Whizz admitted. ”I couldn”t think. All I knew was that if that wolf shifter had laid a hand on you, I was going to end him.”

His words sent a strange warmth through me, even though I felt a pang of guilt for feeling that way.

I wasn”t normally bloodthirsty or vengeful by nature, but those wolf shifters had put me through hell.

Their cruelty and brutality were etched in my memory, and the thought of them facing justice in one form or another didn”t seem entirely unwelcome.

A wayward strand of hair fell down my face and Whizz automatically tucked it behind my ear. I curved my lips upward to a smile.

”I hate to bring this up,” Whizz began, tone somber, ”but did you recognize that wolf shifter?”

I nodded, my heart tightening in my chest. I felt vulnerable, exposed, as I explained how I had this eerie sense of being stalked after leaving the convenience store.

I recognized the shifter as one of the guards from the house, the vivid red claw tattoo etched into my memory.

”That tattoo,” Whizz muttered, his brow furrowed in frustration. ”It”s probably a pack or gang tattoo. I can”t believe I never noticed it before.”

I reached out, my fingers lightly tracing his face, trying to soothe the lines of worry on his forehead.

”You don”t have to be so hard on yourself,” I told him. “You’ve done so much for me, for all the rescued omegas.”

Then, in a daring moment fueled by the intensity of our emotions, I leaned in and kissed him.

I wasn’t sure how Whizz would react. At the very least, he didn’t seem repulsed by my kiss.

In fact, Whizz settled his hand on the back of my neck and I liked that he took charge of the situation.

He returned my kiss with another. The next one was rough, full of need. I moaned when Whizz released me, resting his forehead against mine.

“Dylan, you drive me crazy,” Whizz murmured.

His confession made my heart beats quickened. My palms were sweaty. I couldn’t remember the last time I was this nervous.

“After what you endured, I should be giving you space not doing…this,” Whizz began.

“I kissed you first,” I pointed out.

“And you should’ve known better,” he pointed out.

“Don’t treat me like I’m fragile,” I snapped. Then softened my voice as touched his cheek.

I continued,“Whizz, I know what I want. I want you.”

My pulse raced as I watched gold swallow both of Whizz’s irises.

It wasn’t just his human half I was talking to. His grizzly side had also come out.

“You’re dangerous, Dylan,” Whizz said.

We fell on each other like hungry animals. I fumbled for his jacket, then his shirt. Whizz peeled off my clothes in a hurry.

In no time at all, we were both naked on the bed. I was lying on my back and Whizz was on top of me, straddling me.

A thrill crept down my spine.

“I shouldn’t be taking advantage of you,” Whizz said.

I could see doubts still clouded him. My laughter caught him off-guard I think.

“Whizz, I took advantage of you tonight,” I said. “Now kiss me. Please.”

That last word did the trick. Whizz lowered his mouth to mine. Heat washed down my throat.

The scent of him was so intoxicating. He closed his hand over mine, holding them instead of restraining them.

Whizz spoiled me with more kisses. Pretty soon, we were both hard for each other.

“I want you in me,” I whispered. “Help me forget everything they’d done to me. I want to replace those bad memories with good ones.”

Whizz lifted my legs over his broad shoulders. He released my hands, kissed me again. This kiss was tender and sweet.

Then he pushed one, two digits inside me. I moaned, clutching at the sheets.

Omega shifters were self-lubricating and I was already wet and willing for him.

Whizz entered me, slow and steady. I moaned, aware of how large he was, how he wonderful he felt inside me.

Once Whizz pushed past the thick ring of muscle, it became easier.

Finally buried hilt-deep in me, Whizz slanted his mouth over mine, his kiss deep.

Then he began to move, slow, wonderful strokes at first before picking up at the pace at my pleas.

The pressure inside me began to build. My balls drew in tight against my body.

It felt like a part of my soul, my inner rabbit, drifted to touch Whizz’s ferocious grizzly…and it felt amazing.

The next time Whizz pushed inside me, I arched my back and whimpered. Whizz grinned at me, then kept aiming for my prostate.

The next time our bodies joined, I climaxed. My vision blurred. The world fell away from my line of sight as I came, screaming out Whizz’s name.

Whizz wasn’t far behind. After pumping in and out of me a few more times, he erupted, filling my ass with his seed.

He collapsed next to me, tugging me close to him. We lay there for a moment, as the sweat of our bodies cooled and our hearts beat as one.

Closing my eyes, I rested my head against his chest. Finally, I could speak again.

“I hope you didn’t regret that,” I whispered.

Oh no. Maybe I shouldn’t have spoken at all? Whizz only smiled as he stroked my hair.

“Of course not. I would treasure our first time. Always,” he said.

I could get used to this, I thought. Ending the nights with Whizz by my side and seeing his face the first thing in the morning.

Whizz was so good, so perfect. Did someone as tainted as I, deserve someone like him? A dark voice in my head whispered.

Whizz touched my cheek, frowning. He rubbed at the single tear that slipped down my eye.

“What’s wrong? Did I hurt you?” He asked, concerned.

“No,” I whispered.”Sorry, it’s me.”

I couldn”t believe how emotional I had just gotten.

It was embarrassing, and I needed to change the topic before things got even more awkward.

Clearing my throat, I asked, ”Are you hungry?”

Whizz glanced at me and nodded.

”Yeah, I could eat. We haven”t had dinner yet,” Whizz replied.

”We passed by a diner earlier. You want to head there?” Whizz asked me.

I thought for a moment then shook my head.

”Nah, how about we stay in instead? We can order room service,” I said.

That sounded like a more comfortable option.

”Sure, room service it is,” Whizz agreed.

Whizz reached for the hotel room phone and asked, ”So, what do you feel like eating?”

I contemplated for a moment.

”A burger and fries sound nice, along with a vanilla milkshake,” I said.

Whizz nodded as he relayed the order to the person on the other end of the line.

”Got it, one burger, fries, and a milkshake coming right up. I’m having the same,” Whizz told me.

I smiled. “Thanks, Whizz. I”m going to take a quick shower while we wait for the food,” I said.

Whizz nodded again, and I hurried into the bathroom, hoping that the warm water would help me regain my composure.

I needed some time to process my emotions, and I was thankful that Whizz was being so supportive through it all.

The shower left me feeling rejuvenated, the hot water having washed away my earlier emotional breakdown.

The tantalizing scent of food wafted through the room, reminding me of how hungry I was.

Whizz was already settled on the bed, flipping through TV channels, his relaxed posture making me smile.

”My turn to shower,” Whizz announced, looking up from the remote.

He got up and headed for the bathroom, and I heard the water start running shortly after.

While he showered, I made my way to the small dining table where our room service meal was laid out.

The sight of the burger, fries, and milkshake made my stomach growl impatiently.

Whizz didn”t take long in the shower, and before I knew it, he was back in the room, freshly dressed and ready to join me for our meal.

As we settled on the bed with our plates, I reached for the TV remote and began scrolling through the channels.

”I found a rom-com. How about this?” I asked, selecting the movie and glancing over at Whizz.

He smiled and nodded, taking a bite of his burger.

”Sounds perfect. This is nice too, isn”t it? Hanging out, I mean,” he replied, his eyes warm and inviting.

I couldn”t help but agree with a contented sigh as I took a bite of my own meal.

We ate in comfortable silence, occasionally sharing a laugh or a comment about the movie.

It was a simple moment, but I loved every minute of it as much as the sex earlier.

Once we finished our food, we set aside the plates and nestled into the cozy hotel bed, pulling the covers over us.

The sheets smelled fresh, I realized. Had Whizz called in housekeeping while I was showering?

Smiling, I leaned against Whizz’s shoulder and soon fell asleep.