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“Wait,” she breathes, “rub my nipples first.”

Oh, fuck, that’s hot.

I move my hands to her breast. They fill my palm perfectly, and I cup them for a second before moving my fingertips to her hardened nipples. I rub them in a circular motion, and she moans right into my ear:

“Oh! Oh, yes! Please! Pl—please!”

I groan. I can’t take it anymore.

I feel her hands undo her pants, and I grab them and whip them down. I grab her thick thighs and lift her legs. She moans lightly.

I penetrate her with one swift glide. She wraps around my cock, so very tight. I drag out a little and feel her shudder on me, in time with her moan.

“Oh,” I groan, “oh, fuck. Moan for me, Sarah.”

She does again, her head throwing back as her arousal carries her. My eyes roll into my head. She clenches around my dick like she doesn’t want to let it go when I drag out and then rubs all the way down my length when I push back in.

Pleasure builds in me. Building… building… building…

I can’t breathe—there’s too much heated pleasure filling my chest. I’m going to fucking explode.

She snaps forward. Grabs my ass with one hand. Claws down my back like an animal with the other. She moans—right in my ear.

I burst. With a triumphant cry, the pleasure explodes in me, and I fill her with my seed. Sarah screams, too, welcoming it. There’s a moment of burning white pleasure between us both.

Then, it slows. I sink a little, spent, and then pull out. Sarah shuffles back in the backseat. I crawl in and shut the door behind me. In the darkness, I find her and hold her close to me. She snuggles into my chest, soft and warm.

I never wanted a mate after my last was killed. I didn’t think I could handle it.

But even in the Candara team, I’ve been so alone… I didn’t realize it until now. I feel so complete with her by my side—in a way I never have before.

“Sarah,” I breathe into her ear, “I will tear this world apart if it would keep you safe.”

Chapter 8 - Sarah

Oh, god, what have I done? I’ve made it worse, haven’t I?

Yesterday, I sat at this desk, looking over all the nothing paperwork I had to do, and I was worried about all those sexual fantasies I was having about Rufus.

Today, I’m sitting at the same place, doing the same nothing paperwork,worried about theactualsex we had…

I mean… it wasn’t bad. Far from it—it’s been a long time since I’ve felt pleasure like that. But even better was afterward. Me and him, in the backseat of the car, his thick arms wrapped around me, snuggled in his chest. At that moment, I felt so safe. It’s a rare feeling for me—usually, I have to be on guard all the damn time because… well, I’m the sheriff. Greyson Ridge’s first female one; I have a lot to prove.

But after the sex, Rufus held me close and pulled me into him, and he was…there.In that wonderful, wonderful second, I felt like I could see it. Waking up next to him, those strong arms having kept me safe as we slept. Turning over sleepily and meeting those jade eyes. Smiling at him, asking how he slept. Getting a kiss in return. Perhaps going down and cooking breakfast together, then whiling the day away in each other’s company.

You know… beingmarried… like a married couple is supposed to be.

And I loved it. As we snuggled together in the car after the sex, I was so happy to have someone with me, to not bealoneanymore. To fantasize about having that kind of companionship that… well, that Lena and Julie must have.

But now I’m here, sitting at my desk in the police station, normality and sanity returned to me, I just have this sinking feeling in my stomach.

Now,out of the whirlwind of emotions of last night, it feels like a trap I justwalkedinto, like he tricked me somehow. Trying to steal my independence from me right from under my nose. We’re already so far along—we’re already married, and now we can’t keep our hands off each other—and as soon as the town knows, everything I’ve worked for just becomes moot. I’m no longer the strong female sheriff. I’m just another wilting flower belonging to the man I’m attached to.

I just keep wondering, did he know? Did Rufusknowhow irresistible he was? Did he know how hard I was fighting my feelings for him—can the dragons sense that sort of thing? Or… orsmellit? And if hedidknow, did he step that close into my personal space knowing how it was going to turn out? If hedidknow… a part of me never wants to forgive him. If one of us were going to know how this would go, it’d be him and the other dragons, and not me.

The longer I stew on it, the more it feels like he somehowtrickedme, but that’s not a healthy way to look at things, I know.

I just… I don’t want to lose what I have…

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