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He was still holding back?

“So don’t,” I said, but when he lifted his head I saw his canines looked longer.

I wasn’t afraid. Not when my body was joined with his. Not when waves of pleasure and mounting need had me in a chokehold. I was merely fascinated.

Was this primal Cody?

I freakinglovedit!

He pulled me off the wall, and we careened down the hallway, bumping the other side and pausing there for more kissing and upward thrusts.

Then, somehow, we made it to the bedroom.

Cody lowered me to my back but turned my hips sideways and drew up one thigh, so he entered me from behind.

Another pleasure position. This man definitely knew what he was doing.

I was lost to him. Lost to sex. Lost to the sensation of being thoroughly pleasured, controlled, and loved by Cody.

Yes, loved. It felt that way, anyway. He hadn’t said it, but it was here, in the room with us. There was the explosively wild sex, but it was held in a container of deep caring. Of connection. Of true union.

Cody was the man for me.

Those doubts my dad put in my head didn’t belong. I knew he was the one.

“Now,Riley.” Cody’s voice was a wolf-snarl. His eyes glowed bright. There was a gleam of his fangs.

Yes,fangs.

I clung to his muscled arm, my nails scoring his skin.

“Come all over my cock, sugar.”

Oh God!My body obeyed his order before I even knew it was happening. My internal muscles clenched and squeezed around his cock. Spasms of pleasure rippled through me, from my core outward.

I screamed. Or at least some long, satisfied syllables came pouring out of my mouth.

Cody shouted. “Yes, Riley–yes!” as he wildly bucked against me.

“Yes, Cody,” I chanted back. Somehow, he was cradled between my legs now, and then his body blanketed mine, his gasping breath hot on my neck, his kisses falling endlessly over my face and shoulders.

His heart pounded right against my breast, and I relished the sensation of it. Of feeling how much I’d moved him.

How I’d brought out his animal… and he’d brought out my own wild side.

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CODY

“Fuck. I nearly marked you, sugar.”I was sprawled on top of her, careful to keep my weight on my forearms. I nipped at the place my teeth wanted to sink–the place where her neck met her shoulder. I licked and kissed her there. Realizing I still had on my clothes, I stood and stripped them all off. Stared at her in awe as I did so.

Fate, she was amazing.

All the problems between us that had seemed daunting before–our age difference, her father, the one week bargain I made with Rob, fell away. It was just the two of us now. Nothing else mattered but theseconnections. We were together. And it felt like we could take on the world.

“What do you mean?” she asked.

Huh? Oh right. I hadn’t told her about that yet.

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