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“What!” I snapped at her, not meaning to, but the thought of something happening to her was not sitting well with me.

She blinked several times, her gaze not leaving mine. Then her features softened. “I’m fine, Cyrus. Nothing happened to me. You saved me.”

“Damned straight I did,” I muttered, clearing my throat. “And you’ll never do anything like that again. You want to get drunk, you do it with me watching over you.”

“That was the only time I’ve ever done anything like that. I knew what I was doing, yet I guess I didn’t, all at the same time.”

We stared at each other a long moment. The band tightening around my chest eased somewhat and I could breathe a little easier. Odette brought her small hand to my cheek and stroked my beard in a soothing gesture.

“I really am OK, you know.”

“And I intend to keep you that way.”

She hesitated a second, then leaned in and brushed her lips over mine tentatively. The second she did, my world exploded.

In my lifetime, I’d kissed a few women. Most of them were in my younger days before I decided I really didn’t like the act of kissing. It was too intimate, and I didn’t like intimacy. Intimacy implied something more than just sex. Since I first became self-aware, I knew I wasn’t like other people. I didn’t have the same reactions to certain situations as other people. Even anger was usually over other people’s stupidity or frustration when I couldn’t make someone understand me. Not at a situation itself. I was fully aware I’d been angry several times over the last day because of the danger and/or disrespect to Odette. And the fact she wouldn’t fully commit to me now was another frustration, even if her objections made perfect sense. The animal inside me recognized her as mine and wasn’t taking no for an answer.

Now, with her lips pressed to mine, another emotion I wasn’t acquainted with shot through me. Lust, hard and mean, punched through me like a dagger to the heart. I was done. God help anyone who came between me and Odette because she was fucking mine.

I wrapped my arms around her tightly, holding her against me as I deepened the kiss. Sweeping my tongue into her mouth, I took her taste inside me, reveling in the fact that I’d get to taste those delectable lips anytime I wanted.

She moaned, opening her mouth, letting me take what I had to have. The problem was, the more I had, the more I wanted. She was like a drug. Potent and addictive. If that were true, I wanted to keep my addiction because Odette was providing the sweetest, most wonderful sensations I’d ever experienced.

I pulled her closer to me so my cock was mashed against her between her legs. The heat of her through her shorts was scorching, her pussy already wanting something she wasn’t ready for mentally or emotionally. She was right that she needed more time. I was sure she was still feeling the effects of what Steve Gleeson had put her through. I didn’t in any way want her to equate what that man had taken from her with me.

“Cyrus…” My whispered name on her lips only made me more possessive of her. I growled as I continued to kiss her, moving her over the ridge of my cock in a steady rhythm. “What is this?” She shivered, moving her hips faster and faster as she rubbed over my cock.

“Feel good?”

“Oh, God! Yes! Help me!”

I scooted us back on the bed and rolled so she was underneath me. Odette tightened her legs around me, lifting herself to me while I situated us. She wasn’t passive by any measure. Odette thrust her hips at me, rocking over my cock in a maddening glide that threatened to unman me. And there was no way that was fucking happening. At least, not until she came. After that all bets were off.

“Take what you need, Odette,” I growled. Sweat dotted her skin and I couldn’t help but put my face in her neck and lick.

Odette squealed and stiffened. Then she screamed. I felt her pussy quivering against my cock as she came, the thin shorts she wore not an adequate buffer between us. As much as I wanted to follow her, I decided in that moment I would not come until I was deep inside her. Then I’d fill her so full she’d never forget who she belonged to.

I let her ride out her pleasure while I kissed and nipped the skin of her neck and shoulder. I wanted to strip her bare and continue what we’d started, but I didn’t think now was the right time. Soon. But not now.

When she stopped moving, I pulled back to look at her. There was a bemused smile on her face and a dazed look in her eyes.

“Wow,” she whispered.

“Haven’t you ever orgasmed before?”

“I thought I had.” She shook her head. “I’m rethinking that assessment.”

I barked out a startled laugh. “There’s much, much more where that came from, lil’ bit. I’ll take you down that road as many times as you’ll let me.”

She laid a hand on the side of my face before pulling me back to her for another kiss. I could get lost in those kisses and never find my way out.

“Thank you, Cyrus. I’ll never forget this moment.”

“Damn straight you’ll never forget it.” I gave her a hard kiss before pushing myself off her. I snagged her hand and pulled her up. “Go take a shower. I’ll bring back something to eat, then you can rest.”

She gave me a shy look, like she was unsure of herself. “Will you stay with me? I-I mean, for a little while?”

“Honey, I’ll stay as long as you want me.”

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