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I want to try.

Yeah, those make sense. None of them sound like Ram that cock into my virgin ass like you hate me. But Shut up and take what’s yours sure as hell does!

And just like that, I go from eager and happy to desperately trying to make sure I offer no reaction at all so he has no idea what he’s done. It’s hard, too, because I want to start weeping when it occurs to me that all I experience right now comes from just one terrible thrust!

One!

For the love of all that’s good and holy, what’s going to happen with the next one? I think I’m going to lose my battle to keep from crying. He takes hold of my rear end, gripping me tightly enough it might hurt me if I wasn’t already hurting so much that I can’t really feel it at all. Then, he pulls back, and the relieve that I feel is so profound as he slides backward that I breathe out, “Oh… yes… oh!”

And, naturally, he thinks that means I’m excited about the anal sex.

So, he thrusts back in, and it’s agonizing again. He withdraws and I’m relieved again and then there’s another agonizing thrust and…

Except it’s not.

The third thrust doesn’t hurt. Or, at least, any pain is just the lingering pain from that first thrust. I guess it makes me a little weird but I find that I like the pain now. I like the pain that remains. It’s just a shadow of before. I think I like it just because it’s a reminder to me of where Vance’s cock is. I’m giving him something nobody else has gotten.

And I move against him.

I fucking move against him to increase the stimulation I receive from his thrusts!

This is such a damned crazy, eye-opening thing for me. Missionary position is eye-opening. This is eye-opening. Just having a man turned on by my body is eye-opening. So, what the hell is happening to me in that I can have my eyes opened constantly by this man?

I don’t care what’s happening. All I care about is having him with me right at this very moment.

And I do. He’s here with me in the most beautifully breathtaking way.

I can’t believe I just called anal sex beautifully breathtaking but it is. After, we shower and then he orders us room service. When we sit down to eat, I finally get around to asking the question. “I’ve been away from home for almost a week now. What is going on? What aren’t you telling me about Maxwell?”

So, he tells me.

Chapter Seven

Vance

“So, this is a kidnapping ring?” She doesn’t look afraid, and I realize suddenly that she isn’t afraid of the information I just shared with her because she’s confident in my ability to protect her regardless of the danger.

“Kind of,” I say. “It’s difficult to explain.”

“Try,” she says. I can hear the bite in her voice. “Just tell me everything and stop coddling me.”

I sigh and say, “Okay but at my house. Come on. I’ll drive you there.”

“Why your house?”

I stare at her and say, “Because you won’t believe me unless I show you.”

“What is this, Vance? I told you I trust you. I keep telling you. You give me drips of information when I need a damned firehouse worth.” She smiles and rolls her eyes. “I totally didn’t intend that, the fireman reference. I’m pretty proud of myself for it, though.”

“All right. He’s part of a wolf shifter clan. Ninety-five percent of shifters are friendly to humans. Then, you’ve got his clan. They think they have the right to kidnap human women in order to breed them.”

She laughs and it takes her a moment to see from my expression that I’m not laughing at all. “Holy… Holy sh…” She swallows hard and says, “You’re being serious. You…” What she wants to say to me is that I actually believe it. She doesn’t because that would be admitting to me that she thinks it’s crazy.

“You’ve never met a shifter,” I say.

She shakes her head. “I’ve read the articles, of course. I’ve heard the interviews and a few television reports. That kind of thing.”

“You don’t think shifters exist, though.”

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