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His hands slipped down to my sides, his fingers digging into the flesh as I began rotating my hips, enjoying the moans he made with each turn. Every move, every rotation, every thrust, brought me closer to the brink.

“Look at me,” he demanded.

Pulling back, I looked down into his eyes as I began to move more quickly on him. His hands guided me as he started to thrust up and into me, meeting each of my downward motions.

“I want to see your face when you come all over my cock, baby.”

A wicked grin touched my lips,“Fuck, Chef Savage. I love it when you talk dirty.”

He chuckled as he thrust up into me, making me cry out with the sudden jolt of pleasure.“And I love hearing you moan.”

Grabbing the headrest behind his head, I increased the speed of my movements on him. Faster and harder, our bodies worked in unison to climb the summit of desire together. The tension in my body increased, every muscle becoming tight, waiting for the moment of release.

“That’s it, come for me. I need to feel it.” His voice washed over me as he thrust up into me one final time, sending me spiraling over the edge of my desire. My fingernails dug into the headrest as I cried out, my pussy clenching around his cock and milking it for his seed.

“Holy fuck!” he growled, his amber eyes glowing as I slammed down onto his lap one final time before feeling his dick jerk and erupt inside of me, the force of his cum slamming against the back of my core and filling me.

Falling down onto him, I buried my face back against his neck as he wrapped his arms around me, holding me tight to him. He felt so right inside of me. He felt like home.

“I don’t ever want this feeling to end,” I whispered, knowing in my heart of hearts it was true. For some reason I had been brought to him, and for the first time in my life I felt like I belonged.

“Me neither, baby,” he whispered in my ear, brushing his lips against my temple.

“This is insane.”

“It is.”

“What are we going to do?” I said more to him than to myself.

“I don’t know, baby,” he replied, running his hand through my hair.“I just don’t know.”

Chapter 8

Roosevelt

The last few days had been like a dream. While I felt like I was walking on clouds, in the back of my mind I knew that time was running out, and I feared she would walk out of my life as suddenly as she had appeared.

“Only one day left,” she sighed. Snuggling tight to my side in bed, her index finger traced the lines of muscles across my chest, causing them to flex under her touch.

“Yup, tomorrow will be the day.” I pulled her tighter to me. There was a struggle taking place within me. A struggle between being selfish and telling her I couldn’t bear to see herleave, or tell her to go back to her life.

“So what happens? Is there a ceremony that wehave to perform, or…?”

I laughed.“Nothing as extravagant as that. You just need to make the choice, a life with me, or to go back to the outside world.”

“What if I can’t choose? What if I refuse?”

“The town will expel you and your access will be gone forever. Or at least until the curse is broken.”

She sighed.“No pressure there at all.”

“No pressure.” Twirling a lock of her hair around my index finger, I watched the silken, raven strands slowly fall. I’d never in my life felt for anyone the way Ifelt for her. How was it possible? Two days and I’d fallen head over heels for her. The last six days had been the best in my life, yet here I was, contemplating if I should tell her to go home, or beg her to stay.

I’d scoffed at the other destined couples. I’d saidmaking a decision like that in such a small period of time was absurd. Yet here I was, in the very same position. She was twenty-one, she’d barely experienced the world, and I was going to ask her to settle down with me, here, possibly forever. And eventually give birth to my werewolf cubs.

“What are you thinking?” Her eyes sought out answers.

“I was wondering how you felt about havingwerewolf babies. It’s a lot.”

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