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She said nothing for a second, avoiding his eyes.

“I didn’t do it for them.” She finally said, grabbed her duffel, and walked around the bed to his side. “I did it for myself.”

With that, she left the room.

He sighed, turning and plopping down on the bed. Rubbing a frustrated hand through his hair. Maybe he should have left herwith Alek; at least then, he wouldn’t have to fight the urge to pull her into his arms every five seconds.

Deciding he needed a distraction, he grabbed his own bag, pulled out the thick envelope, and pulled out the folders. Opening them, he started looking into the profiles of the victims. It was five werewolves, three women and two males. He frowned, but he would need to find the common thread between them all.

As he studied the evidence in front of him and flipped through them, laying some on the couch beside him his nose twitched when he smelled something sweet.

Pausing, he frowned and went back to reading and found himself distracted again as the scent grew stronger. As it did the aching arousal he’d been ignoring had returned with a vengeance. Giving up, he stood and followed the smell sniffing here and there until he reached the door.

Raising his hand, he went to knock but stopped when he heard a very low moan.

Immediately, Malcolm knew what Eliza was doing behind the closed door.

Eyes turned bright from arousal; he unbuckled his pants, freeing his dick that had long shown its eager craving for the woman inside the bathroom.

“Fuck, look what you’re doing to me,” he groaned.

Spitting into his hand, he took himself in hand and started stroking himself. His toes curled as he tightened his hold until it was almost painful, “Fuck, ah, fuck, so tight. Shit, I want you. Goddammit, I want you so bad.”

As he closed his eyes, he imagined her beautiful body with all its scars, being soaked in water as she rubbed her hands over it. The vision was so real that he could taste the water on his tongue. He imagined watching her as she slowly bent at thewaist, exposing herself to him, that lovely ass offering itself to him for conquering.

Unable to hold himself back, he’d lunge at her and lift her to turn her around. Both of their bodies would get soaked as he kissed her swollen lips. Hungrily smashing their lips together, he’d press her roughly against the slick marble wall of the shower and hold her legs out, which was nothing for him to do. Ignoring her surprise, he’d thrust his dick so deep his knot would immediately plug her entrance.

“Is this what you wanted,” he muttered groaning as he fucked his hand. “I’m so, fucking hungry for you, I’m forced to do something so filthy. Fuck, Eliza. I need you.”

Panting, he reopened his eyes as he tried his best to keep his voice down, sliding his calloused up and down his dick, stopping every once in and while to squeeze his currently still deflated knot.

Just as he thought he couldn’t get any more turned on, he heard her as she released a small cry.

“Dammit.”

Gritting his teeth, he placed his free hand on the door jamb and leaned forward. Eyes burning from them changing back and forth from wolfen yellow to human green, Malcolm finally closed his eyes. “Fuck, fuck, I want to fill you with my pups. Fuck, I’m—I’m?—”

The minute his sharp nose picked up that lovely scent turning stronger, Malcolm felt his balls draw up as he came, ropes and ropes of cum splattered against the door and the floor.

Releasing a small growl, he thrust into his hand once, twice, and thrice until he had to stop. Dazed, he stared at it. The sadistic part of him wanted her to open the door and see what he’d done.

But quickly, his sanity returned, and he quickly tucked himself back in. Quietly padding across the floor, he opened thecloset for the cleaning products to clean up the mess he’d made. Luckily, his claim to fame was moving silently. Otherwise, he didn’t know how he’d explain why he was hovering around the door.

Sadly, halfway through cleaning, she asked. “Did something fall?”

Quickly, he pawned her off. “Yeah, just something from my luggage.”

“Got it.”

Releasing a sigh of relief, he returned to the couch and forced himself to focus on the evidence.

Eliza

A few minutes before

She hadn’t been lying when she said her changing her appearance had been more for herself than anyone else. She couldn’t help being reminded of where she’d been when she saw herself. The fear would return, and while she’d been dealing with her demons better than others, she didn’t want to be shocked by seeing herself triggering an emotional response that she wasn’t sure she would be able to pull through.

It was hard enough to be able to sleep, ignoring the voices in her head.

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