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“You feel so good, Em,” he groans.

“I love it when you call me that,” I tell him. My voice is muffled because my face is pressed into the mattress, but I’m pretty sure he hears me because he presses his lips to the back of my neck and I feel him smile.

“Em,” he says. “My Em.”

He fucks me like that for a while, moving incredibly slowly, letting me enjoy the fullness and the smooth stroke of him. After a while, he sits back on his knees and pulls me up with him, holding me in his arms on his lap, stroking my nipples again and fucking me a little bit harder. I cry out in pleasure—I’m so close to coming now, and he always seems to know exactly when to slow down.

“You wanted to make it last,” he murmurs.

I don’t have words. I’m panting; I’m near sobbing. We’re not close enough. I need him closer.

I extricate myself from his arms, turn to face him, and climb back into his lap, lowering myself onto him with care. Now I can wrap my arms and legs around him and pull him close to me. Now I can bury my face in his shoulder as he lifts his hips into me, rising up off his heels, and when I finally start to come, I can seek out his mouth for a kiss.

He returns my kiss, digging his fingers into my sides, groaning as he loses his rhythm. When we’re both spent, we topple over to the side, limbs still entangled, foreheads pressed together.

“Let’s just stay here,” I murmur, even though I know it’s neither practical nor what I really want. “Let’s stay here and do this all the time. The hell with the rest of the world. I don’t care about Moon Casters. I just want you.”

He chuckles. “So, it’s not a one-time thing, then?”

“Oh, fuck off.” I turn sleepily in his arms and scoot backward, snuggling my body up against his. “You always have to have something to say, don’t you?”

“That’s why you like me,” he says, and even though I can’t see him, I can hear the smirk in his voice.

Chapter 33

NATE

Thelightcomingthroughthe unshaded window wakes me up.

Emlyn starts to stir too, so I get out of bed and go quickly to the window. I pull the shade closed. I want her to get a little more sleep. She’s been through enough lately.

It is so completely weird that I find myself caring for her.

This wasn’t the plan at all. I was going to turn around and hand her right back to her pack. I mean, taking one night to ourselves does make sense because they wouldn’t buy it if I freed her and then walked right back up to them to claim the reward. They need to believe that enough time has gone by for her to have freedherself,gotten captured again, and gotten turned in.

Also, I should turn her in to Paul, not to the pack. I’m not supposed to know who it is that’s looking for her. I’m not supposed to be able to find her specific pack by tracing their scent, even though I’m pretty sure I could pick them out of a lineup with my eyes closed after everything that’s happened.

But am I really still going to turn her in, after the things I’ve learned? Can I do it, now that I know her pack means to kill her?

How could I do such a thing?

It was different before, when Paul first told me about the bounty. I realize now how ignorant I was being, but I really thought they wanted her alive. The flyer specificallysaidthat they wanted her alive. I thought they meant to keep her prisoner, not kill her.

And so what, you thought you’d just turn her in to an alpha she didn’t want to go to, so she could be used like that against her will?

I remember the way she was in the tunnel when her alpha mate called down to us. How I could actually feel her body pulsing with need for him. How she struggled in my arms, trying to get to the man she knew wanted to kill her.

Because her alpha took away her free will and mated her to him.

It’s a barbaric custom, and I know better than most people how much it sucks to have an alpha tell you what your life has to be.

But I’ll be doing the same thing to her if I turn her in. If I take her back, I’m no better than my own alpha was to me.

I’m putting her in a cage.

No. I can’t do it. I can’t justify it. I’ll walk out of this apartment right now. Let her wake up on her own—she’s better off without me, better off without someone who might be tempted to sell her out.

Unless…

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