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He opened his arms and kept his back against the wall.

Could you ever love someone as broken as me? Could your wolf? Would you allow me to spend the rest of our lives trying to give you the world, or at least every happiness in our small space of it?

He couldn’t ask, but he didn’t have to. She searched his face and then a low, feral, half-wounded noise tore from her throat.

She lunged forward, dragging his face to hers and kissing him brutally. She was mean about it. He didn’t hold back. Kissing her was life. She’d given him her answer. She clung to him instead of leaving. Only two souls on the same plane, two wolves destined to run and live together, could commune so silently.

Her kiss was the most perfect of all the silent languages.

Chapter 21

Seren

This man could be trusted with her safety. She could even trust him with her body. She could trust him with her truth, her wolf, her spirit. He’d care for all of that. She was going to trust him with her heart too. She knew in the fiber of her being that it wasn’t a mistake.

Rome had never changed. He’d just waited all this time for her to uncover the hidden truth locked away inside him.

Maybe she’d been waiting for the exact same thing.

She felt his cock harden between them, long and thick in his jeans. She’d once let him kneel before her, unable to touch him properly, and let him feast on her. She’d come on his tongue. She’d begged for him to be inside her.

She wanted him now, inside her in every way possible. Her hand closed around his cock, and he hissed against her mouth.

“I am nothing without you.” She’d never expected him to be so open. He was honest, always, if she learned to read him properly. “I’m terrified that I’ll lose you.”

Her heart filled with anguish. She might have been cheated on and gone through a divorce, told that she’d never have children, but she hadn’t been broken the way Rome had. She’d started over, not had to rise up from the ashes. It must have been impossible for him to put one foot in front of the other, but he’d rebuilt. He’d made himself a life. That took such tremendous courage. She knew he’d done it all through a haze of total misery. He felt the anguish of his past in every heartbeat.

Now he didn’t have to feel it alone. He could share it with her.

“Let me love you.” Let me learn how. As you promised. Body. Soul. Wolf.

She pulled back a fraction and stared into his terrified black eyes. He nodded. He raised his hands, holding them against the wall, one open palm in front of the other. He was giving her all of him with that gesture. Symbolically unguarded.

“I’m going to need you to tell me how.”

“You know how, Seren.”

She flushed. Her fingers played over the button on his jeans. Right. She was no virgin, and neither was he. They’d both lived lifetimes already. This felt new. Dangerous. Thrilling. Exhilarating.

“You want me to tell you? You want me to instruct you? Tell you to get on your knees and shove my cock into your mouth? You want me to tell you that you’re a good girl for taking it so far and fill your mouth beyond what you think you can take? Until your jaw aches and you’re choking, until you have no choice but to swallow my dick? Until I’ve filled all of you? You want me to fuck your mouth unmercifully and come down your throat, but before I’m evening finished, to get down on my knees and demand that you feed it back into my mouth so I can taste myself on you while I bury my cock inside your tight little cunt so brutally that you’re impaled into the ground?”

That certainly was a new level of filth.

“You’d do that?”

“Which part?”

“All of it.”

“If you want me to.”

She closed her eyes, heat surging and gathering below her belly button, butterflies exploding in her stomach. She was swollen and empty, her panties soaked, probably her favorite pair of black ripped-up jeans too.

“Yes,” she whimpered, squeezing her thighs together.

“Undress, then. I want to see you totally naked before you get on your knees. Clothing would only get in the way.”

“Of?”

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