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I run my hand up his chest to rest on his throat. “It wasn’t. I’m safe. And more importantly, satisfied. I’m right where I’m supposed to be, Jared. This was the best idea. And I have many more good ideas of what we can do to one another in that soft, warm, clean bed in your camper.”
“I’m just gonna get more attached to you,” he mutters.
“Good.”
“Not good, woman. Not good at all. I can’t live my life with this thing on my face, so I don’t accidentally kill you.”
“Who knew? I have a Hannibal Lecter kink.” I shrug.
He looks at me like I’m insane.
I laugh.
He decides to burst my bubble. “And there’s no way I want to sire pups on you and have more monsters like me in the world.”
Ouch. That killed the giggle. Yes, I’ve thought about that too, but I try not to show too much of a reaction. Instead, I shrug. “The witches might figure something out. Or the doctor.”
He goes from tight to fully rigid. “Doctor?”
“Dr. Blakely from the SCC. He’s looking into things too.”
“Fuck!” His heat leaves me, and he sits up straight, clasping his head in his hands. “I won’t have to worry about killin’ you then, because I’ll be in an institution.”
“What?”
“The SCC is gonna show, take custody of me, and put me in an institution to study me. I’m outta here.”
“Wait, what?”
“That’s what they do, Cicely.” He gets to his feet.
“They absolutely will not! Maybe there’s a fix.”
“Or maybe they’ll decide I need to be destroyed.”
“Then let’s go. If you’re leaving, I’m leaving, too.” I get to my feet, too, and dust my legs off.
“You’re not leaving your pack and your whole goddamn life behind for a fucking monster who might kill you,” he mutters like I’m insane.
Maybe I am insane. But I’m also furious. “I’d be leaving my pack and my whole goddamn life behind for my man. My mate. For you, you asshole!” I shove his chest.
He doesn’t budge.
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JARED
This frustrating, beautiful, satisfied-looking brat stands here nude with wet hair, and my come leaking down her thighs. She’s offering to run away with me, those piercing blue eyes angry at my suggestion it’s unthinkable.
Fuck, she’s strong.
I should just let the SCC take me in. Study me. Incarcerate me. Incinerate me. So I can’t harm her or anyone else again.
Pain pulses in me and right now hers is even more acute than mine. She needs things from me. Assurances. She’s putting herself out there right now with me, offering me everything.
And it’s not in me to bend over backwards to give her everything she wants. Because doing so could be the end of her.
It’s obviously also not in me to control my urges to have her based on what just happened. It took everything I had to stop myself from following her to the shower. I had to toss the keys out of reach to make sure I couldn’t go. Then she shows up, making me both frustrated and relieved at the same time.
