Page 35 of The Last Ultimatum: Part 1

But I wasn’t even sure if it was real or not.

Everything was so confusing, and his kiss was making my head spin.

I didn’t want him to stop. I didn’t want to wake up if it was all a dream. For once in my life, I just wanted to live in this moment and deal with the consequences later.

Maybe I was insane.

Maybe I’d cracked from the pressure of everything going on.

I simply didn’t care.

My legs wrapped around him, and I kissed him back with wild abandonment as everything else around us just seemed to fade away.

Right here in this moment, all that existed was me and my mate.

His hand slid down my body, cupping my breast as he toyed with my nipple.

I moaned and sensations shot through me straight to my apex, making me crave more of his touch.

Is this what it would really have been like to give into him right there on the street?

As his hands explored my body and his tongue danced with mine, I felt like we were floating on a cloud far, far away from reality.

“Mine,” he growled in my ear.

It wasn’t until I felt the pressure of his canines against my neck that I realized this wasn’t a dream at all.

With a gasp, I pushed him away and jumped out of bed.

“You’re really here?”

“I thought that was obvious.”

“What are you doing in my room? In my bed?”

“I honestly didn’t know this was your room or your bed.”

“So what? You just wandered in and made yourself at home?”

“I guess. It’s been a shit day.”

“You met me today,” I reminded him. It was a knee jerk reaction. I hated the pain of rejection searing through me.

“And you’ve rejected me three times now.”

I shook my head.

“None of this makes sense. I thought I was imagining you. Why are you here? Aren’t you a Campbell dingo?”

He snorted. “Hell no.”

“Then what were you doing there?” I demanded.

“How did you find me here? Are you a tracker?”

“What? No. I told you, this is my room. My home.”

“Not Campbell?”

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