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Instead of replying, he lifts his face to look into my eyes. “Honestly, Selene, sex has never been like this. Not with anyone. Not even with wolves.”

I run a hand over his lips and his scruffy jaw. “Is that a bad thing?”

He shifts to watch me, making his cock and knot jolt inside me and, in turn, making me moan.

“Not at all,” he smiles, “I just want to look at you as I say this: I’m sorry. Baby, sex has never been like this because this feels so right. It’s like I was put on this earth just to fuck you. I am not a romantic, never have been, but if anyone asked me, that is how I would explain it. Sex with you feels right.”

I smirk. “Sex with you feels right, too. I know I am not all that experienced…”

He kisses my cheek and then my lips. “Even better. Then we get to experience this again. And again.”

I know we have not talked about what this actually means or why the small, angry teenage boy was in his apartment, but the way his body is pressing me into my mattress as he kisses my cheeks and neck has me a little sleepy.

Maybe we can talk about all this in the morning.

Liam lets out an adorable yawn.

“Sleep, wolf.”

He tugs at my earlobe once again. “Okay. Fuck! Your pussy is so warm.”

I smile into his shoulder.

His arms wrap around me before he slides us to a sideways position. His cock is still buried deep inside me.

He pulls on my comforter, dragging it over us.

“Goodnight, Selene.”

I know he says something else, but I am too far gone to make it out.

Chapter 38

Liam

“You have got to be fucking kidding me. Is he in there?”

I hear the sounds before I register what’s going on.

The door bursts open and in walks my mother and father.

I blink, thinking I’m dreaming.

That is the only explanation there can be.

“Mom!” I groan. “What the fuck?”

Selene is just as startled.

I quickly realize that I am still knotted inside her, meaning we haven’t been asleep for very long.

Fuck!

I quickly pull the comforter higher to cover us better, feeling my cheeks burn with embarrassment.

“We need to talk, Liam,” Mom responds, hands on her hips, anger etched on her face. My father looks more shocked than angry.

“Mom, c’mon!”

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