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"You just don't get it, do you? You have no idea how important you are to me. I need you to be okay, Taryn. I can't be without you; you have to be here and okay or I won't be able to fucking function."

Kiss him underneath it before I say, "I love you.
So, so much. All the things you talked about in Amsterdam, on the balcony... I want them, too. With you. For the next million years."

“I wouldn't be able to be with other people, or handle an open relationship, or take breaks-"
"That's good. Because I know you think that I'm not capable of jealousy, and maybe I thought that, too. But if you were to ask me for any of those things... it would gut me, Scarlett. It would absolutely end me. And if it were nonnegotiable, if it were a condition to be with you, I'm still not sure I'd be able to say no."

“I want to stay home for long weekends and have morally bankrupt amounts of sex with someone I'm in love with. Kinky, vanilla, I want it all. I want to adopt rescue animals with her. I want to take care of her, and watch her be cold in Sweden, and marvel every day at how much smarter than me she is, and.... Scarlett." His thumb swipes under my eye. "Why are you crying?"

"Confidence is not about being able to do shit, Vandy. Confidence is showing up, and trying, and not giving up because deep in your heart you know who you are and what you're capable of."

"Kinky BDSM stuff?"
"I was going to say science-y shit. But that, too."

"I'm afraid of the unpredictability of existing. I'm afraid of not being able to control the direction of my life. I'm afraid that no matter how much I plan, I won't be able to avoid hurtful and sad things. But above all ..." I take a deep breath and laugh softly, because what I'm about to say is ridiculous, even if it's true. Even if it's me. "Mostly, I'm afraid of attempting something and not being perfect at it."

"Good girl"
Ahhhhh

"I don't know if it was the moon or fate or the universe that made me a werewolf, but, baby, you made me human."

Every minute without Alex made him more anxious. It was like at some point, while Devin was obsessing over the moon, she had become his sun. Each step she took away from him pushed Devin further into darkness, into the cold.

"Fuck the moon," Devin said, kissing her cheek, her neck, the hollow of her throat.
"I'd like to spend the rest of my life howling at your door."

"Whatever's happened to me, whatever I am now, I want you more than any human ever could."
She watched him work himself over with this new knowledge: that Devin Ashwood had done this before, gotten off fantasizing about her. The role reversal was wild. A reckless, woozy happiness spiked in her blood.

"You're embarrassed," he panted, not a question, and oh right, he could smell her feelings. "Don't be." He looked unabashedly at the place between her legs as he got himself off. "Alex, I've come from the scent of you lingering on my shirt."

Well, tough nuts, honey, because he was gonna woo the shit out of her. There was something between them. Something good. He was gonna be romantic as fuck until she saw him as more than a passing amusement.

"So go ahead," he said, mouth against her skin. "Put me on my knees and make me edge myself for hours. Suck my dick until I'm begging. Maybe, when you get really needy, you'll decide to ride me. But just so we're on the same page, when you come the second that pretty cunt starts to flutter—I'm gonna fucking know."

"You're real tough, aren't you, baby? So goddamn hard to please." Devin traced the shell of her ear with his lips. "But my face does it for you, my voice."
He placed a featherlight kiss on her nape. "You know I'd fuck you until you cried if you let me."
Alex closed her eyes, leaned into it.

Every time she made a sound for him-a gasp, a sigh, a mortifying little whimper
—he'd say, "That's it, baby. You're doing so good."

"You wanna hear that it's all I can do right now not to flip you over in the dirt and ride you until your knees buckle?" Devin closed his eyes like the words cost him. "That I've never wanted anything in my entire goddamn life more than I wanna shove aside those goofy little shorts you've got on and eat you out until you're writhing, whimpering, because the only word you can remember is my name?"

"You smell..." he began, then mumbled, "like you were made for me."

"I couldn't be a hero for you when you were seventeen. Let me give it a shot now." He unbuttoned and then unzipped his jeans.
Holy shit.
"Besides," he said, low, right against her ear, "if anyone here gets to see you in your fucking underwear, it's gonna be me."

Oh, I am a prideful fool.
My palms are damp, my face is flushed, and I'm hanging on by a thread.
If it comes down to it, I will beg this female. I will give her anything she wants. I am weak for her, and I don't give a damn.

Not now. I nibble my bite mark, and she shivers. "You belong to me, shy girl. You know that right?"
She tenses and struggles to put space between us. I'll let her. In a second. Once my wolf collects himself.
"I'm my own person," she mumbles into my T-shirt.
"I belong to you. Wolf and man." She's got to know, but it can't hurt to say out loud.

She's so damn lovely, still and somber, her brown hair in that neat braid.
"You don't need to win an alpha chal-lenge. An alpha belongs to you." She gazes down at me with wide, disbelieving eyes, and I'd do anything-kill anything-for her to know I speak the truth.

"It's okay, love," he whispers into my ear.
His thumb swipes back and forth against the gland between my shoulder blades, and I nearly convulse. "It'll be okay. From now on, I'll take care of you. You just have to keep your legs spread open."
"You think you're ready to be fucked?"

"Because I am going to give you anything you want, Sofia. I am going to put you before anything and anyone else. I am going to live and die by your hand, and you will dictate the tides of my life. You already own me." I can smell the sincerity in everything he's saying. "All I ask in return is for you to be kind to my bound heart. Will you?"

He turns me around between his legs, studies my breasts and my ass, traces my hips and even the curve of my knees, and hums approvingly. "Out of this world. All the men I killed today? I'd kill them again, and then twice more. Just for this. Just to look."

Above all, and with every fiber of my being, I despise the idea of ever implying to Sofia that I'm willing to let her go.

"Thousands of people might be more than one. But all their lives put together do not matter more than hers."

"I expected a mediocre fuck and received some fine sociopolitical analysis from a cold Omega who knows very little about the true nature of the events that led us to where we are today."
A burst of annoyance pops inside me; I tilt my head with acerbic sweetness. "Aw,
'mediocre'? Don't be so hard on yourself."
"I plan to be hard on you."
"That's what I heard, and yet..'

"In that case, I shall return her untouched." Her eyes shine with hope. "Really?"
"No." I lean closer. "I will fuck her to within an inch of her life, and tomorrow she'll barely be able to walk."