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Tears welled in my eyes as I dropped my forehead to his shoulder. “You’re destroying me,” I sobbed against his skin between thrusts. I brought my hand up and closed it around his throat. Part of me wanted to destroy him in the same way, to wreck him as thoroughly as he had wrecked me. I felt his pulse under my fingers, the vibration of every moan.
A familiar pressure built low in my gut, my balls tightening in warning. “Why?” I moaned. “Why are you doing this to me?”
“Because I love you,” he whispered breathlessly, his heels digging into my ass.
“You don’t even know me,” I said, my rhythm stuttering.
His hand caressed my cheek with the tenderest gesture I’d ever felt. “My soul recognizes yours.”
Just when the pressure had reached a peak, I smashed my mouth over his to keep from sinking my teeth into his neck instead. I swept my tongue through his mouth, swallowing his moans as they reached a new pitch. I felt the second his climax hit him. His whole body seized, his ass clamping down on my cock, before he cried out and spilled his cum between us.
With a roar, I buried myself as deep as I could get and released into his depths. I felt a tightening at the base of my cock that could only be my knot. I gasped as it expanded and forced its way down my length, lodging itself inside him and locking us together. Spots appeared in the edges of my vision, my arms shaky, and I collapsed on top of Morgan.
As I came back to awareness, I realized my hand was still wrapped around Morgan’s neck. I struggled to propmyself up, guilt flaring. “I’m so sorry, did I hurt you?” I grimaced.
He shook his head, offering me a dazed smile. “Are you kidding me? That was perfect. You could never hurt me.”
Maybe not intentionally, but I knew it would happen whether I meant to or not.
I lapsed into silence, letting my forehead rest on his shoulder, as our breathing returned to normal. What was I supposed to say? We were both sticky with sweat and cum, but locked together, I couldn’t do anything. I was startled to find… I didn’t really mind. Normally, I didn’t like to be trapped anywhere, but it felt different because it was with him. My mate.
Morgan carded his fingers through my hair, and I fully relaxed against him, loving the sensation. “Was that your first time?” he asked softly.
I froze, my eyes snapping open. “What—?”
“It’s okay if it was,” he continued, soothing me by running his hands down my back in long, soft sweeps. “I’m not judging. I just assumed, because you’re obviously not a people person.” His chest vibrated with his laugh.
“I—I mean—” I buried my face against his neck so he couldn’t see my blush. I hadn’t told him about my pack, about my trips to the city. It wasn’t like I hadn’t had plentyof opportunity, but it had never felt right. Now I knew, I’d been waiting for my fated mate this whole time.
“I’m actually kind of honored that you chose me to be your first,” he went on, oblivious to my conflicted emotions.
I was grateful when my knot slipped free because it gave me an excuse to avoid talking about this. “Don’t move,” I told him, crawling off the bed. I grabbed a cloth from a shelf in the bathroom and wet it with warm water. I was almost surprised to see Morgan had listened and stayed right where I’d told him to. I cleaned him with gentle swipes of the cloth, avoiding his eyes.
“Stay with me?” he asked. He laced our fingers and drew me back down into bed with him. I didn’t know what to expect next, I’d never done this before. Was I supposed to leave now? Was he? But then he curled into my side with a sigh, setting his cheek on my chest.
He dozed off, his breathing deep and even, but I didn’t think I would ever sleep again. I was still awake, watching him, as the bruises began to bloom on his pale skin. Whatever pleasure I’d felt turned sour as I traced the outline of my fingers on his neck.
As if this wasn’t more proof that we would never work. Humans were so damn fragile. How had Iever thought Morgan was dangerous? Maybe I’d been wrong all along.Iwas the one who was dangerous.
Chapter 12
Morgan
I wasn’t one totake naps, what with the high level of nervous energy I lived with on a daily basis, but after sleeping so poorly last night and then the emotional and physical rollercoaster I’d woken up to, I couldn’t resist closing my eyes for just a few minutes. Jude’s arms were so warm, his heart beating a steady rhythm under my ear. This was all just so perfect. There was nowhere else on earth I wanted to be.
When I woke up, though, I knew straight away that something was wrong. The empty space in the bed beside me was obviously my first clue, but that emptiness extended far beyond the bedroom. I felt it in my chest too.
I sat up, frowning. “Jude, are you here?” I crawled out of bed reluctantly, dread pressing in from all sides. I stood in the hall, listening. My chest was so tight Icould barely draw a breath. “Jude?” I called desperately, a sob catching in my throat. I wanted to believe that he’d come back, that maybe he’d just run to the store to get us something for lunch, but I knew better.
Jude was gone.
I had always lived alone, but this was the first time that my apartment had truly felt devoid of life. Half numb, I grabbed my glasses off the table where Jude had set them what felt like an eternity ago. Afternoon light shone in through the living room window, and I stood transfixed, watching dust motes drifting. What the hell was I supposed to do now?
When I wandered back to bed, my gaze caught on something lying on the bedside table. It was a note, and lying on top was a bronze key. I recognized the shape all too well—it was his key to my apartment. I picked up the note, written in the childish scrawl of someone unused to writing. The words blurred as tears flooded my eyes.
You’re better off without me.
My scoff was crazy loud in the silence. “That’s the stupidest thing I’ve ever heard!” I ranted, throwing the note down next to the key and reaching a finger under my glasses to brush away my tears. “There’s no way he didn’t enjoy the sex. We have aconnection!”