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  “Rafe?” I ask. “Why were you the only one to come out?”

  He tilts his head at me, purses full, beautiful lips. “Hm?”

  “You know, when Fang…”

  “Oh…” He nods in comprehension. “I wanted to avoid a bloodbath if possible. Hoped to talk Fang into a one on one, hoped if I came out alone, things wouldn’t escalate as fast as if I came out with two other potential alphas.”

  “Fang probably just would have run,” I say, giggling a little, still light headed from the sheer wanting of him.

  He nods. “Maybe, but I didn’t want a confused running of the bulls. I wanted to talk to Fang, find out more about his plans, his pack’s plans, and if they were going to come again, I wanted it on our terms. I didn’t want them to run off and not know when they were planning another attack.” He shoves his hand through his hair again, looking a bit stressed and a bit relieved at the same time. “A week. That’s not long.”

  “That’s if they even agree to that,” I mutter.

  He nods. “It’s possible they could prepare faster than that, but I doubt it. It’s too soon for you though, isn’t it?” he eyes me with concern.

  I hesitate. Should I put all my cards on the table and say that for me, the decision is already made, and it’s him? And just tell him what I want from him and see if he can give it? My wolf says yes, but years of wanting and waiting say no. I put a hand up around his neck and pull him back down, lifting my hips to press to his. I’d rather just try things out right now. Go a little ways with him and see what the wolf and human in me have to say after that. But he groans and pushes me gently down and away from him, and it’s clear from his face that there’s still more he wants to clarify before he begins showing me just how close to heaven he can take me.

  I growl in disappointment and that draws a grin from him.

  “I promise, Aspen, I meant what I said before. I don’t want you to make the decision for the wrong reasons. Being threatened by Fang is one of those reasons. So if you aren’t ready in a week, then you aren’t ready.”

  “But what if I’m not? What happens then? You can’t change the rules of the tribunal.”

  He shrugs. “Then I’ll fight him. I’m not worried about winning.”

  “But, if you fight him and don’t follow through with the claiming…you’ll…”

  “I know the punishment. I’m willing to face the tribunal for you, Aspen.”

  “But, that’s not fair.”

  He grins, flashing a fang. “But, you know I’d also use the full sway of my father and our pack’s money and influence. I’m not going to go down over this Aspen.”

  I blink a couple of times and nod, still a little worried for him deep down. Maybe I’m even more lost to this guy than I knew. “Okay.”

  He leans forward and nuzzles his nose to mine, a movement that’s friendly and warm and yet a little sexy at the same time. Mainly because he’s such a rough, large, rugged male, and seeing him being playful and affectionate is such a turn on. He looks up into my eyes. His are serious and twinkling with the same anticipation I’ve been feeling ever since I hit his bed.

  “But if there was someone worth going down for, it’d be you, Aspen.”

  I laugh. I know how he means it but I can’t help taking it in a dirty context due to my fairly horny mood. “So are you going to go down on me, then?” I ask, meaning it as a joke.

  His eyes widen slightly and then he smiles and runs his tongue slowly over his lower lip. “Only if I’m the luckiest wolf in the world. Do I get to be the luckiest wolf in the world tonight, Aspen?”

  I cover my face with my hands, blushing, and draw my legs up slightly, still pressing them together. He reaches down and gently but firmly pulls my hands away from my blushing face. He presses them at my side so he can look me over. I look away, sure that my face is beet red, and maybe parts of my body are too. I’m pale enough, but who knows how I blush below the neck.

  He reaches for my face, and I catch my breath, but he just stops, puts his hand in my hair, and then gently spreads it over the pillow all around me. Thick and red and shiny. His eyes glow as he studies the picture.

  “Only one thing would make this more beautiful,” he says in a low, sexy voice.

  “Oh?” I choke out, hypnotized by his gaze. “What would that be?”

  He gives me a sexy side grin, showing a Rafe that’s much more naughty than I expected the staid, responsible alpha to be in bed. “If you were naked.”

  I guess I expected that he would be just as cold and proper in the bedroom, despite the animal magnetism he exudes, he’s just always so controlled. I guess I liked feeling the out of control desire of Lindon and Hawthorne because I’ve never felt that from Rafe. But now, having given him permission, I’m feeling it more than I’ve ever felt it from anyone. It comes off him in waves, rhythmic like the ocean, pulsing like the sea. I want to drown in his vibe.

  I raise my hands, looking up at him shyly, giving him permission to do as he pleases with my shirt. A quick flash of a grin, and then, faster than should be humanly possible, my shirt is gone. His grin widens until his eyebrows crumple in perplexity.

  “What?” I ask, looking down. All I see is creamy, pale flesh, gorgeous and creamy and sure, quite chubby, but I thought he liked that. He certainly fed me enough to make me think that. “Is it…” I cross my arms over my stomach. “Am I fat?”

  He snorts and shakes his head, then he takes my hands off me and holds both down over my head in one of his. He’s so huge that he can stay quite high above me without trouble, even when doing that. Higher than the others for sure. I blush uncomfortably, unsure where he’s going from here.

  He scowls down at my body again and then gestures at my bra. “What is this? Some kind of bandage?”

  I laugh, burst out into full out laughter. I guess he’s only really lived as a human with the guys, and he certainly probably hasn’t seen a naked female human. That thought makes me laugh hysterically. “A bandage? For what?”

  “Well, why is it there?”

  “To keep them in place,” I say, trying to wipe the grin off my face because it seems to be heightening his irritation.

  His eyes widen. “Keep what in place? What, are they going to fall off or something?”

  I grin and laugh again, not even caring about how much it must make me jiggle. He looks down and seems to not care either, heat coming back into his expression as he looks me over, despite the fact that he’s still confused about my bra. “No, it’s just…well, humans don’t like, well, we don’t think it’s modest to let the shape of them show.”

  “What is the shape?” he asks.

  “Honestly, did you never walk in on your mom or anything? Or see any on TV?”

  His face hardens, and I immediately feel like shit. Of course, his mom died when he was really young. And he doesn’t watch TV really. Not the kind that would show stuff like that.

  “I mean, Rafe, you’ve gone to school with women.”

  “I didn’t look at them like that. I mean, why would I look under their shirts? I wasn’t interested.”

  “You’ve been interested in me,” I say.

  “You’re the exception. To everything, Aspen. My human wants you because my wolf wants you.” He gives me a warm look that expresses so much caring it makes my heart ache.

  “Don’t look at me like that,” I say, blushing again. It’s everything I hoped for, but I don’t dare to hope that it really means what I want it to mean.

  “Like what?” he asks. “Like I’m going to tear that contraption off and devour you?” He reaches for it and I flinch away.

  “Wait,” I say. “Can I take it off? I don’t want it damaged. It’s hard to get.”

  “If it’s expensive, I’m sure I have the money to buy thousands of them without breaking a sweat,” he says, hooking a finger under it.

  “It’s also hard, because, well, with my size, I have to order them special, online, and…”

  “We could order t
hem custom, if you want. Though it might be more of a reason to stay in wolf form more often.”

  “I like human form,” I say. “And I think, once you see me with this off, you will too.”

  “I already like you this way. I just didn’t realize what a pain it was for you.”

  “It’s not,” I say, gritting my teeth. “As long as you can be a bit patient and not rip my ‘bandage’ off.”

  He huffs and lets my hands go. “Fine. But next time, you’ll just show me how to do it. I like to do everything for my woman, not have her taking care of herself when we’re making love.”

  “We aren’t going that far though, are we Rafe?” I ask, pausing on the clasp.

  He shakes his head. “No. Not yet.”

  I can’t help smiling at his confidence, and I take a deep breath and let my bra off. Is he going to be confused by my boobs when he sees them?

  His eyes widen slightly, slowly, then keep widening, giving me a view of spectacular blue irises with all the depth of an icy sea. “They’re beautiful. Why do you hide them in those bandages?”

  I blush. “I guess so that not everyone can see them.”

  He nods, face still totally overcome with awe for my exposed breasts. “I approve of this, when you aren’t with me. In fact, maybe we should get an even better bandage, one that disguises them completely.” He reaches out, looking at me quickly for confirmation that it’s okay, and when I nod, he takes my breasts in his hands, holding them very gently. They spill over his fingers, large and sensitive, and I flush, feeling odd and big and ungainly.

  He sighs deeply, and his hands freeze in place as his expression struggles to repress the ecstasy he’s clearly feeling. “But when you’re with me, I want the bandage off. They look much better this way.”

  “Well, that ‘bandage’ also helps bear the weight of them,” I say. “So…”

  “I can help that,” he says, widening his fingers and trying to hold all of them in his wide hands, very nearly achieving it, causing my nipples to harden and stick up between his fingers. I would blush, except I’m already bright red and can’t blush anymore.

  “I thought you didn’t pay attention to boobs,” I say.

  “No, I didn’t pay attention to other girl’s boobs,” he says. “Obviously as a male I was quite interested in the boobs of my own potential mate. And when we went to college, it was impossible not to notice the difference in the size of yours from the average person.” He adjusts his hands and gives them another squeeze and I grit my teeth and dig my hands into the sheets. If only he’d just put his mouth on them. “Why is that?”

  “Probably because I’m fat,” I grate out.

  He grins and moves one hand down my side, running a finger over my sensitive belly button, which makes me gasp, and takes hold of the soft roll at my side, which he gives a gentle squeeze. “This? I love this. It’s amazing. You’re saying this is why they are so big?”

  I nod, embarrassed as heck that we’re discussing this.

  He nods as if confirming something to himself, then grins at me. “I guess I’m going to keep feeding you then.” He runs his hand up to my breasts again, circles one with his finger. “Maybe even more than before.”

  I groan. “Hey, I need to stay healthy.”

  “You are healthy, Aspen. Your skin glows, you’re adequately fed, you look happy, and you can hike and run in the forest. You’re just fine. Are you really unhappy with yourself like this?” He gestures to my body, and I look down to see what he’s seeing. I run my own hand over the curve of my hip and my thigh.

  “No, to be honest, I’m not unhappy with it. I like the feel of it. I like lying in bed at night and holding my own body and loving how soft it is,” I say, totally embarrassed by my own openness.

  “Good, because I love it too.” He comes down and nuzzles the center of my breasts where they are meeting, pushed up by his hands, and I gasp in shock and pleasure, happy just to have his mouth that close to them. The he leans back. “What do you think of my body?”

  Mouthwatering. “I don’t know, I haven’t seen that much of it,” I say.

  “I see.” He nods matter-of-factly. “I’ll show you then.”

  He reaches for the hem of his shirt and pulls it off over his head in one smooth motion, leaving his hair wild and mussed and his whole abdomen bared to my attention. His pecs are breathtaking, both size and shape.

  “Can you do that thing where you flex either one?” I ask, grinning.

  He looks confused by that, but does it, and I enjoy the show of flesh rippling for my gaze. “That? Is that a thing? I just think anyone should be in control of their muscles, human or not.” He reaches for his belt, as if to keep taking off clothes, but I hold up a hand. I don’t think I’m ready for the full force of his sexiness.

  “Woah boy.”

  He nods. “So what do you think of my human body? Is it suitable? It isn’t soft and gorgeous like yours,” he slaps a hand to his hard abs, and my breath catches in my throat at the solid sound of it. “But it’s strong. I can protect you.” He hops onto his hands, hovering above me in a horizontal position that puts all of him just a few inches away from me all over. “And please you,” he says.

  A thrill runs up my back and I press my legs together again. “Then quit talking to me and show me,” I mutter, unable to wait any longer. I’m turned on by how he talks about my body, turned on by his body and his confidence, turned on by the feeling in the air, and turned on by how long I’ve known and cared for him.

  “Start with my breasts,” I say, putting my lips up close to his.

  He grins against my lips. “With pleasure.”

  Chapter 4

  He rolls onto his back and pulls me on top of him. I put my hands over my breasts, self conscious about the way they hang without a bra, but he pulls my hands away once again, pushing them to my side. When I try to put them back he purses his lips and shakes a finger at me playfully. “Leave them there,” he says.

  “Alright,” I say, struggling to obey.

  He runs both hands up my waist, enjoying the curve of my hourglass as I enjoy the feel of those strong, semi-rough hands as they graze my skin and set each nerve ending screaming for more. I’ve never been so aroused and he hasn’t even kissed me yet. When his hands reach my breasts, he cups them gently, pushing them up and together in a way that’s attractive even to my eyes, especially as his icy eyes widen at the sight in front of him and a low growl emanates from his chest.

  He rubs one thumb gently over my nipple and I gasp and catch my lip. It’s hard to even stay up when I just want to collapse against him and make taking me easier, but I do. We’re both shirtless and it doesn’t feel weird at all. Except that maybe I’m starting to feel like he should take the rest off as well. I rock my hips against him, aching and wet in my jeans.

  He sits up and catches my nipple in his mouth, swirling his tongue around the hardening nib and watching with enticing eyes as I groan and arch, giving his mouth more access while his other hand moves to my other breast, kneading it as his tongue teases me to temptation. He sucks gently, taking more of my breast in his mouth, but it’s not nearly enough. I sigh and grasp his hair in both hands, riding his hips and trying to stay steady as he continues driving me crazy. The burning inside me is increasing.

  I can’t think about the alpha games now, about whether I’m being fair to the others. As far as I’m concerned, the games have already been won, I’m ready to take him inside me and let them be over. I throw my head back and inhale deeply, the air is full of pheromones that make me even wetter for him. I lick my lips and shift to the side, trying to get him to pay attention to the other breast, which is desperate for his attention, even as the other breast is achingly aroused and wet from his mouth.

  He grins at me and takes the other in his mouth. He kisses gently, then applies a bit of pressure that draws a stifled scream from my mouth. How does he know how to do that? Is this a new kind of alpha power? He draws a slow circle with his tongue, co
ming outward to kiss the underside of my generous breast slowly. It’s so sensitive there. I wish he could be everywhere at once. I’m aching for him to let me just come down against him, and he can sense it.

  He smiles and gently flips us over, so that I’m on my back, breathless. He holds both breasts again, squeezing and emitting a guttural growl of satisfaction about how they look and feel in his hands. Damnit, driving me crazy. His touch is like fire, slowly burning hotter inside me. I twist and writhe beneath him as he kisses each breast again and then moves between them, kissing a wet path down to my belly button. He stops there, looks up at me with intense, sexy blue eyes, and keeps them on me while he licks the inside of my belly button, making lust coil deep inside me. He kisses and sucks, and I swear I can feel him kissing somewhere else instead. He finishes playing with my stomach and looks up at me with hungry eyes and a smile that bares his fangs.

  “So, Aspen,” he says quietly. “Am I the luckiest wolf in the world or not?”

  I growl and dig my hands into the sheets, half horrified at the thought of him doing that and half turned on out of my mind. “Don’t say it like that, so cheesy,” I mutter. But I meet his gaze through my lowered eyelashes and the heat of my lust. “But yes, make us both lucky.”

  He grins and lowers his head, parting my legs with his hands. He leans down and inhales over me, and I suddenly want to run, self conscious about my scent. But he grins and holds me still, inhales deeply. His grin deepens.

  “I can smell how much you want me,” he says, unbuttoning the top of my jeans. “Soon, I’ll be the only thing anyone can smell here.”

  “I’m definitely going to shower after this,” I say, frowning.

  He shrugs. “Still, no one has been here but me, I may not be able to claim you, but in my own way, you’ll be marked.” He licks me gently, over my panties, which are exposed by my now opened zipper. I jerk forward at the sensation, unsure how I’ll be able to stay down for this.

  “Sensitive, aren’t you?” he asks, running a finger down my center, over my underwear. “Do I need to tie you down?”