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My friends all give me sharp glances, and I wink to make them laugh again, but something rebellious and bold has taken root inside me.
The little human gazes up at me, biting her lip. The wind kicks up, carrying her candy scent to me. I can’t get enough of it. She is literally the cutest human I’ve ever met. Everything about her makes me want to smile. And I haven’t smiled in ages.
My wolf wants Sadie. He wants me to get her under me, tonight. He wants me to mark her as my own. Keep her. But that’s not possible. Because he’s not fucking safe. Marking a human is dangerous under the best of conditions, and my wolf? He doesn’t know restraint. So I’ll be staying the fuck away from Sadie Diaz. Because there’s never been a human I needed to protect more.
“Babe.” He hits me with that intense stare of his—so hot it could burn off all my clothes. His lips twitch like he thinks I’m cute. Then he leans close and whispers, “With me, you wouldn’t be faking anything.” His voice is deep and rich with the pure promise of sex.
He groans and pulls his head back but keeps me pinned, his eyes flashing weirdly in the dark. “This is what I want—your kiss. This is all I want.” He kisses me again.
What’s the lady equivalent of cockblocking? Muffin Muzzle? Beaver Damned? Clit-erference?
Did I really want to have sex up against a wall with Deke in a dark alley way? Yes, my ovaries shout. Yes, we want his surly biker babies!
Instead of asking who saw what, I turn to Tabitha. “What’s the female equivalent of cockblocking?” “Clam-jam,” Tabitha replies immediately. I knew she’d know.
“I prefer Pussy Putt,” Charlie says. “That doesn’t make any sense,” Tabitha retorts. “Twat Blocker,” Charlie offers, and she and Tabitha start arguing about sports metaphors involving vaginas.
“Thank you so much. I owe you big time.” “Mmm.” His voice is a dark rumbling hum. Like he loves the idea of me owing him. Or like he’s going to collect more than a kiss this time. Oh God, I really hope so! I liked the last favor he cashed in with me.
Spending an entire weekend in close quarters with humans—at a wedding, no less—is a special kind of hell for me, but for Sadie, I’d do anything.
I consider things, and then I shave a little extra. I packed my good underwear. I tell myself the extra silky thongs are so I don’t show panty lines under the bridesmaid dress. Sure they are. My ovaries aren’t fooled.
He tilts me backwards, so I’m just the tiniest bit off balance. Without thinking, I drop my suitcase and grab on to his giant biceps to hang on. His cock bulges in his pants, twitching against my belly. I’d happily call the whole weekend off just so we can stand here and smooch. He breaks the kiss but doesn’t back away. Instead he presses his forehead to mine for a moment. “Sadie,” his deep voice rumbles through me. His eyes are bright green in the sunlight. My ovaries swoon. He backs up and helps me straighten, picking my suitcase up and supporting me with his free hand at my back. Oh my.
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“Besides, isn’t this good? People won’t wonder about the status of our relationship. They’ll believe… we’re together.” I swallow what I was about to say. They’ll know you’re mine. My wolf wants to howl the news until the lodge rafters shake.
my muscles stiffen as I get whiff of Douchebag Cologne. Or whatever gag-awful scent Sadie’s ex is wearing. I look over Sadie’s head and sure enough, there’s Scott Sears swaggering in his preppy clothes. Part of me wants to throw Sadie over my shoulder and race up the stairs to our room. The other part of me wants to throw Scott out of the lodge. He’s wearing hiking boots that look expensive but never worn. Not a speck of mud on them. How long would this douchebag actually survive on a wilderness trek? My wolf wants to chase him down the mountain and find out.
Sadie’s brows knit together in confusion, but she clings tighter, with her arm around my middle. I tuck her right to my side, under my arm, and damn if she doesn’t fit perfectly.
As we ascend, I look back down at Scott. He’s ducked in the corner, hunched and on the phone, probably phoning an escort service to see if he can drum up a weekend date. Heh. Score one for the fucked up werewolf.
Suddenly, I get this image of me and Deke standing on a mountain top, holding hands. I’m in a cute but simple white summer dress, and Deke’s in his usual attire.
Be a good girl,” I tell her. “And later I’ll give you your reward.”
A surge of satisfaction runs through me at that. I did have the discipline to keep my wolf in check. For Sadie, I did it. For Sadie, I could do anything.
“Perfect is overrated. Perfect is what Scott and my dad want. They don’t care about the inside, so long as the outside looks good.” Deke looks uncertain. “You’re a good man, Deke. You protect those who can’t protect themselves. You have honor. Commitment. I don’t want you perfect. I just want you.”
He growls against my lips and rears up, ripping off his shirt, revealing his stunning torso. Oh yes. My ovaries are twerking. Let’s take this sex train to O town!
Deke lifts me onto the railing, holding me close as he dips his head near to mine. “I'll have to warn him about the worst thing about dating a human.” “What's that?” My head is swimming with his scent. “Shapewear,” he says against my mouth, and I giggle as we kiss and keep each other warm under the frosty sky.
