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I couldn’t help myself. I reached down to feel where we were connected, tracing his stretched rim. My seed was locked inside, and while I should’ve been worried about what a pup would mean to my plans, I couldn’t see past the satisfaction my wolf felt.

Ours…

Chapter 14

Carter

I woke up atthe crack of dawn, the sky outside the window still in its shift from black to blue, shades of peach teasing over the rooftops across the street. My limbs were loose, and I was more relaxed than I had ever been in my entire life. I was all too aware of the man’s chest pressed to my back, his arm heavy around my waist. His breath tickled the back of my neck with each breath, and for one glorious moment, I allowed myself to believe that this was real. That he was mine and this was our bed.

But then reality came knocking. My skin was itchy with dried sweat, and the memories of last night began to rise to the surface.

What have I done?

I had sex with Silas. Ilost my virginityto Silas. That was supposed to be a big life decision, waiting for the right partner, maybe even marriage, but last night, I hadn’t given one thought to what it meant. All I knew was that it had felt good to have his attention, to have his hands, his lips, on me. We’d madepromises to each other about a future, but now… it felt more like a dream.

Last night, I hadn’t been myself. I wasn’t impulsive like that, I wasn’t passionate. I was analytical, always. Was it the wine we had with dinner? Was I drunk, was that it? Oh gods, or did it have something to do with stopping my meds? Hormone fluctuations when changing medications made sense. Of course! I went home with Silas last night because my body was going through withdrawal. It was the only rational explanation.

But now what? Did I lead him on? Shit, was I a tease? He was going to wake up soon, and when I thought of how he might look at me in the light of day, my stomach twisted tight with anxiety. I couldn’t do it.

Keeping my movements slow, I lifted Silas’s arm and slipped out from under it. He grunted in his sleep. “Again?” he asked, but his eyes remained closed, and after a minute, his breathing evened out, asleep once more.

Again, he’d asked. Because I hadn’t just lost my virginity to him. No, it had been far more than just the one time. We’d had sex multiple times through the night. Oh gods, he’d given me the most explosive blow job. Shame brought a blush to my cheeks as the memories flashed through my mind. Shit. The things I’d said, the sounds I’d made!

Choking down a groan, I rubbed a hand down my face, my whiskers rasping my palms, which made me think of Silas’s whiskers on my thighs as I rode his face.

I needed to get the hell out of here, right this second.

Collecting clothes from the floor where we’d discarded them, I tiptoed to the bathroom where I quickly washed up in the sink. My reflection caught my attention, and I winced, bracing myself for what I would see when I looked at myself. I remembered the suction as Silas left marks all down my neck and chest. How was I supposed to explain that to my dad when I saw him? Butwhen I looked into the mirror, I was stunned by how…normalI looked. There were no hickies, no scratches, no bruises of any kind. I turned to examine my back, remembering the way he’d dragged his nails down my flesh, but there wasn’t a single mark that I could find, like they’d all just spontaneously healed.

What the fuck? Last night was feeling more and more like a fever dream. Maybe Iwassick…

My underwear was not fit to be worn again, but I threw on the rest of my clothes as quickly as I could then crept toward the door.

“Leaving so soon?” a voice said, and I clamped a hand over my mouth to keep in my shriek.

There was a man sitting on the couch, his long dark hair draped over his shoulders. He looked like a character out of a biker show, with a massive beard and lots of tattoos covering his forearms and disappearing into the sleeves of his t-shirt, stretched tight over his broad chest.

“Who the hell are you?” I whisper-yelled.

“Pacey. It’s nice to meet you, Carter.” He lifted his mug to his lips, sipping at his steaming coffee.

My mouth gaped, wondering how he knew my name, but when it registered that this was Silas’s roommate, I panicked instead about what time he’d come home last night. How much did he hear? I hadn’t exactly been quiet.

Pacey gestured to the kitchen. “There’s fresh coffee.”

“Uh, no. Thanks. I should… go.” I hiked a thumb over my shoulder as I shuffled toward the door.

“Silas won’t like that you snuck out.” Why did that sound like a threat? Was he planning on stopping me from leaving?

I took another step toward the exit. “Yeah, well, Silas can tell me himself at work.” We stared at each other for a long moment, but when he didn’t seem to have anything else to say, I reachedbehind me to open the door, then slipped out into the hall. I breathed a long sigh of relief. Free at last.

As I walked back to the restaurant where I’d left my car, though, I felt this strange sensation in my chest, this intenselonging. Even as I moved forward, one foot in front of the other, I had the nearly uncontrollable urge to turn back. I heard a whine, like the sound a dog would make when injured, but when I looked around, there was nothing there. No dog, but no people either. Did I make that sound?

Mate, Silas, go back.

Gritting my teeth and forcing my way forward, I stomped through the empty lot to my car, flung open the door, and dropped into the seat, my chest heaving as I tried to catch my breath. It felt like I’d run a marathon instead of just walked down the street.

My phone pinged with a text, and I remembered I’d left it in the car’s console. I fished it out and found the screen filled with notifications. A dozen missed calls and too many texts from my dad to count. Shit.

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