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And here I thought he'd been the one doing the kissing. I leaned in and our mouths opened to each other again. Warmth flooded my body. His kiss went straight to my soul.

We made out like that on the floor of his living room for quite some time before opening our eyes all bleary and dazed as if from a dream.

We smiled at each other. We laughed together. We stroked each other's arms and chests and backs. We pressed our cheeks together. It was like I'd known him forever though we'd only just met.

I wasn't wearing any underwear and my ass felt wet. My cock was as hard as it had been in the shower. I didn't get wet for alphas based purely on physical attraction. I had to have an emotional connection, too. Now I was wetter than wet. I wanted him on every level of my being.

“I have to have you,” Lyric whispered.

“I want you so much. That's the truth. And it is real.”

Lyric’s smile broadened. I grinned back. That giddy energy of falling in love that romance novels and poems talked about was happening between us.

“Will you carry me upstairs?”

“Gladly.”

He got up, stood over me and held out his hand to help me stand. I hopped on one foot, fell against him and he lifted me up, arms under my knees and shoulders. Standing like that, he leaned down and kissed me again.

I let out a cry of ecstasy, a tone I hadn't heard before or known I could make.

Lyric turned and headed for the staircase.

Upstairs, he aimed straight for the bed.

“Bathroom first,” I said quickly.

We made the detour. He let me lean back against him as I peed and strangely it was one of the sexiest things I'd ever done.

When he got me to the bed he arranged me carefully with lots of pillows for comfort after carefully placing towels over the sheets.

“Are you in pain?” he asked.

“No. I don’t feel the cuts or my ankle.”

“Tell me the truth.”

“It is the truth.”

“Well, you took that pill at dinner.”

I shook my head. “It’s you who takes away my pain,” I said firmly.

He patted my head with a smile, then disappeared into the bathroom. He was back within a minute, naked but for tight black briefs which bulged generously.

I'd seen him naked. That was no mystery. But that was also during a time of confusion and necessity, not arousal. Not yet realizing I'd quite possibly met my mate. Now I was desperate. I wanted to see him again in all his glory. To gaze upon him and appreciate him and his need, his want for me.

He stretched out on the bed next to me and took me into his arms. I still had the loaner robe on. It caught my legs so it was hard for me to roll without getting tangled in the material.

He saw my dilemma and helped me untie the waist belt and allow the robe to fall away from my arms and my legs.

I was completely exposed to him now. The shower was one thing, but this time I wanted more. So much more.

And Lyric, my rescuer and soon-to-be alpha lover, looked ready to give it to me.

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