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much as I wanted to, as much as I knew that it was the smart thing to do.
    He ran a hand through my hair and trailed it down the back of my neck, "you smell..." he gave me that roguish grin again. I knew exactly what he meant, he didn't have to say the rest. Then he bent down, slowly, and pulled just a little on my hair to tilt my head back, and kissed me, playing his tongue over my lips to get me to kiss him back, and for half a second I did, until I got my senses back.
    I pushed at his chest to get away. His chest was hot to the touch, his muscles hard. But I pushed myself back all the same and he let me go. I was surprised he let me go, I had panicked for a second, thinking that he wouldn't, but he had.
    "I'm cant," I said, "I only just met you..." I put my hand on my chest to try and calm my breathing down. I was being so stupid. There was a reason I stayed away from male werewolves. Connor didn't seem like the rest of them but I barely knew him. I couldn't afford to let my guard down, not even for an instant.
    "You need to forget about everything that living in the human world has taught you," Connor said. "Listen to the voice inside of you, your wolf. Embrace it. I can tell you want to. Your whole body is screaming out to be with me but your mind is holding you back."
    He was completely right, and it was all the more reason I needed to get the hell out of there. "Where am I sleeping?"
    He perked up at that.
    "Alone."
    Connor sighed, "top of the stairs, first door on the right."
    "Thanks," I gave his chest one last look, the slight bulge in his thin sweatpants... I was in trouble. Then I turned around and went quickly up the stairs, to the room Connor had indicated, and closed the door behind me.
    Safe. For now.

    ~~~

    After I had caught my breath I started to look around the bedroom they had me in. It was so much nicer than any other room I had ever stayed in before that it made me want to cry. Since the first vampire had almost killed me I had known that I was living on borrowed time. I had expected to die. I had come to terms with it. I had been sure that I wouldn't even see my twentieth birthday. And then to end up in that room, safe in a penthouse, protected by the two most impressive and by all appearances decent werewolves I had ever met... crying seemed like the only sane thing to do.
    But I managed to hold it together. Barely. I looked around the room, testing out the incredibly soft bed, the fancy looking furniture, the computer and TV. It was so much of everything that I had never had. I was entranced.
    I thought about climbing in to the bed right then but I knew exactly how dirty I was, and there was no way I was going to ruin the fancy silk sheets. I needed to take a shower. Maybe even a bath. It had been years since I had had that kind of luxury.
    I left the room and wandered up the hallway, looking for the bathroom. But all the rest of the doors were closed. I went back to the head of the stairs and looked down in to the kitchen, hoping that Connor was still there, but the lights were all off and there was no one to be seen.
    Damn. I turned and walked back down the hallway, trying to figure it out. I found a closet door, and opened that. Inside were extra linens, pillows, and towels. I grabbed a towel, and found a plush looking robe and grabbed that too. Fortunately there was a door right beside the linen closet. Which had to be the bathroom.
    I opened the door and was halfway in to what was in fact the bathroom before I realized I wasn't alone in there. Connor was crouched over in front of the bathroom counter, not wearing a single stitch of clothing, a knife in one hand pressed against his thigh and a steady stream of blood trickling down his leg from a fresh cut.
    He looked over and our eyes met for just a second. I didn't know what to do. I started to leave, embarrassed because he was completely naked after all, but suddenly I was worried. Why was he cutting himself?
    "What are you doing?" I said,