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Did she really need to ask me that question? The one question I can’t, in good conscience, answer truthfully?

Because I’m still going to turn her in, right?

Probably.

Almost definitely.

“I promise,” I tell her. “I won’t lie to you again.”

Chapter 32

EMLYN

Afterourmeal,Itake his hand and lead him to the bedroom.

Right from the start, the energy around us is completely different. The last time we had sex, down in the tunnel, it was charged with fear. The time before that, in the stairwell of the high rise, it was so strange and new that I hardly knew what to think.

But this time, it’s familiar. It’scomfortable.

I take my time with him. I undress him slowly, peeling away the clothes that I just found for him to wear. He lies back on the mattress, watching me work, and I like being watched. It makes me feel sexy and powerful.

“You should take your clothes off, too,” he suggests.

“Should I?” I tease him.

It’s dark outside, and we can only see one another as shapes and shadows. But the moonlight is coming in through the window, so it isn’tcompletelydark, the way it was in the tunnel.

“Take off your shirt,” Nate says.

It’s almost like an alpha’s command. It’s not because I know I could resist it if I wanted to. But there’s something about the weight of his order combined with my own desire to please him that has my hands reaching for the hem of the shirt, pulling it over my head without hesitation.

“Now the pants,” he says.

I take off my pants as well. I feel magnificent in his gaze.

“Come back here,” he orders. “Keep touching me.”

I crawl up the bed to him, running my fingers up his thighs as I go. I curl one hand around his cock and stroke him slowly, kissing along the line of his hip.

He sighs. “Fuck, woman, you’re something else. Maybe youdoknow magic. Maybe you’re using it on me right now.”

I look up at him in shock.

He chuckles. “I’mkidding, Emlyn.”

Then he sits up, grabs me by my thighs, and pulls my legs out from under me, landing me flat on my back. I let out a gasp, but he’s immediately covering me, his mouth finding mine, his fingers searching and then thrusting into me, the heel of his hand pressed against me.

I groan into his mouth and roll my hips, fucking his hand. I’m not particularly eager for my orgasm this time. I just want to feel as much of him as I can, and in as many ways as possible. I break the kiss and breathe into his ear— “Let’s make this last.”

He nods, his rough, unshaven cheek against mine. His facial hair is coming in more—he’s on his way to what could be called a beard. It’s coming in full and sexy.

But right now, I’m more concerned with other parts of his body.

Like his mouth, which moves from my face down to my breasts. His tongue goes to work there, slow and pondering, as if he had all day, and I feel myself melting into the bed.

His hand is still working on me, and several times he brings me to the brink of orgasm, only to retreat. As for me, I’ve given myself over to him completely. He owns me. He can do whatever he wants. It’s wild now to think that I’m the one who led him into the bedroom, that I started this by undressinghimfirst. He’s as in control of me as I have ever seen anyone be of anything.

He rolls me over onto my stomach and kneels between my legs, using his legs to spread mine. He reaches up and grabs my wrists, pinning me down. When he enters me, it’s with the loudest groan I have ever heard him make, and it sends a shiver down my spine. Is that what he’s been holding back all this time?

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