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It takes me less than five minutes to shower, but I tie up my hair before getting in. Man or not, no one is taking a three-minute shower with hair to their shoulders. I dry off, anxious as hell to climb into my bed next to the little witch.

As I’m about to join her, my eyes fly back to the dresser. Is it appropriate to snuggle completely nude? For shifters, it is. She’s unconscious. I also don’t want her to be afraid when she wakes up in an unfamiliar place. I head over, grabbing a thin pair of sweatpants and yank them on before crawling into the bed behind her.

“You may want to remove her sandals.” Echo gestures as I prepare to pull the blanket up over the two of us.

I flip him off but slide down to handle that. Her skin is cold against mine, but I always run hotter than humans or witches. Not that I’ve been around many of her kind.

My wolf is intrigued by her pink toenails. I run my thumb down the soft skin on the top of her foot. His interest in everything to do with her is slightly concerning.

Then again, we did call her our mate earlier. I’ve waited for so long that I no longer feel confident in my ability to differentiate. It has been a very long time since I’ve wanted anyone, though it significantly diminishes the word to describe what I feel for her as wanting. Yearning might be a better descriptor.

No, it was likely just in the heat of the moment.

Keep dreaming.Okay, my wolf is confident she’s our mate. She’s a beautiful woman. Any male would be lucky to have her by his side.

“I’m tapped out, which I’m sure you know.” Echo raises an eyebrow.

“Not happening,” I grunt, snuggling up to Nadia’s luscious ass. My hand slides over her dress as I bury my face in her hair. How is it she never smells like blood? You’d think she’d end up stained in the scent from all the bleeding she did today, but even when she was sliced open, I could barely pick it up.

“If she’s anything like a drained vampire, then she’ll heal faster if she can nurse while she sleeps.” Echo pulls his foot down from where it was resting against the wall. “Just a tip. Take it, or don’t.” He’s gone faster than my eyes can register in human form. Normal wolves don’t register heat signatures, or in the case of a vampire, cool spots, but shifters do. My eyesight in human form is superior to a normal person, witch, or fae, but nowhere close to when I’m shifted.

My head tilts as I wait to hear proof that he’s actually leaving. The door opens and clicks closed behind him.

My entire home is going to smell like death from the bloodsucker. My wolf chuffs his annoyance and possibly a reminder that the little witch has fangs. She’s not dead, though, nor is she undead.

Whatever. I truly couldn’t care less what they call themselves.

Nadia grunts in her sleep, wiggling her ass against my cock. I curse under my breath, staring at the ceiling. It’s going to be a long fucking night.

The fact that she’s short sure is convenient. I wrap my left arm around the top of her head and transform a single finger into a claw before bringing my right wrist to her mouth.

I barely slice the skin, but Echo was correct. Nadia lunges forward. Her fangs dig into my wrist as she laps at the blood. It appears she’s still asleep. It’s very cute.

A low rumble of satisfaction leaves my chest. We like caring for our mate.

Nadia lets out a contented sigh as I stare at the roof.

It’s the little mewls and whimpers that she releases over the next several hours that solidify the fact.

I’m totally fucking fucked.

ChapterSeventeen

Nadia

I’m hot as hell, and there’s a hard dick nestled perfectly between my ass cheeks. It’s trying to push my thong straight up into my skin. Wiggling my hips just a bit repositions the tip perfectly against my lower lips. That’s much more enjoyable. I grind a little, sucking in a shocked gasp when my eyes fly open.

I’m in an unfamiliar bed with a very hard body wrapped around mine. My mouth is dry, but the unmistakable metallic taste of blood lingers.

This isn’t good.

Memories of the last couple of days fly back, and I exhale in pure relief.

It’s Ridge.

I’m in Ridge’s bed.

I reasonably trust him. Not that I know much, but he hasn’t tried to kill me yet. That’s one step up from pretty much everything else in this town.

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