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“To be honest, I understand exactly what you mean when you say it was always in you to try and help people,” Rufus says, “Because I was the same. Even down to seeing someone else getting bullied and feeling like I had to do something about it.”

“Really?” I ask.

“Yeah,” he chuckles, “If you imagine how mean human children are, imaginedragonchildren. Except, the ones who were picking on Amelie weremucholder and bigger than her. I was already friends with Cyrus—this waslongbefore he became Alpha, by the way—so I couldn’t just stand by and watch them bullying my friend’s little sister.”

He gives a light chuckle. I feel it rumble all the way through his chest under my head.

“I’m not as noble as you; I didn’t step in to protect a stranger,” he says, “But I know how you feel; I hate seeing people treated that way. I suppose it was good it was Amelie I savedthough, because even though it was a long time before Cyrus became Alpha, or even before the Candara team was formed, I know he remembered that. It’s probably why I’m on the team now.”

He rubs his face through my hair again.

“But that’s not as interesting,” he chuckles.

I just nod. I wonder if he’s aware of what I meant when I asked why he cared or if he’s deflecting again…

I snuggle even further into his warm body.

I suppose it doesn’t matter why he cares… the only thing that matters is that he does…

Chapter 13 - Rufus

As we snuggle on the couch together, we watch the fire crackling for a moment. It’s sizzling away, and the logs start bowing down as the fire burns through them.

Sarah has folded around my body, slotting into me like a jigsaw piece. It’s like she was meant to be here. Once the conversation has lulled, we just sit for a moment. Sarah finishes her hot chocolate and places the mug on the side table with a lightclink.

After she does so, she snuggles into me and gives a contented sigh.

“So,” she murmurs, “do I have you to myself tonight, or are you going to be very suddenly called back?”

A shiver trembles through my spine.

“Uh, well, I don’t think I was supposed to staythislong,” I lean down and murmur to her, “So, I don’t think it’ll make a difference if I stay longer.”

“Good,” she replies.

Sarah suddenly shifts her weight, placing her hands on my shoulders and leaning on me. She catches me off guard, and suddenly, she’s straddling me. The blanket is draped over the back of her shoulders, and as she sits on top of me, a wicked smile spreads over her face. As her thick thighs clench around my hips, she reaches to the hem of her t-shirt and pulls it up over her head. Once she’s revealed, I just stare at how wonderful she is. Her soft, cream-colored skin, her curvaceous form… I run my eyes from her waistband upwards. Her stomach isn’t flat, as is natural with a voluptuous woman’s body, and I love it. I reach my hands up and sink into a soft handful ofher.As I run myeyes up further, taking in her hourglass figure before I settle on her breasts. They’re almost bigger than a handful and pressed up together in her small bra. I move my hands up her body, and she shimmers with a wanting gasp.

She laughs breathlessly as I give her breasts a little squeeze. Sarah reaches behind her and unclips her bra. The scrap of material falls away, and I see her glorious tits, so perfectly round, light pink nipples standing erect in front of me. I sit up from under her, and she ends up on my lap. I lean toward her, scanning her carefully. But her eyes are twinkling a devilish sparkle as I lower toward her. My hands move to the back of her shoulders, and I move my mouth to her tits. I take her boob into my mouth, curling my tongue around the silky soft nipple. Sarah shudders and moans under me. She melts into my grip, leaning backward into my hands. I tickle the sweet nipple with my tongue, and she groans.

“Oh—oh, yes! Rufus!Rufus!”

I am so hard right now. There’s nothing between me and her except her jeans, scraping lightly against my erection. I release her nipple from my mouth and start to shift my weight, leaning her down. But then her hand presses on my bare chest.

“No!” she says suddenly.

My stomach drops.No?! Does she not want—?!

“I’m going on top this time,” Sarah declares breathlessly.

I give a small laugh—part relief, part arousal. Sarah leans forward and kisses my neck.

“When I fantasized about you,” she purrs, “I wanted to ride that dick, but you caught me off guard last time. This time,you’regoing down!”

A little ripple of pleasure moves through me, and a low moan escapes my throat. My cock is straining against itself, and I’m so hard at her words.

But I grin:

“Are you going to make me?” I tease.

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