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leaving?”
    “Nah.”
    He took her hand, ignoring her flinch, and held it over his
thigh. As he drove to her house, he found himself tuned in to her every
movement, every noise.
    He was amazed by the depth of his hunger for her. He enjoyed
women, liked their softer side, their laughter, their gentleness, the roundness
of their bodies, the smoothness of their skin. But he’d sworn to himself he’d
never get close to another human woman, not after Lia.
    He wasn’t sure when he’d first become attracted to Cassie.
She’d snuck up on him, bit by bit. She didn’t talk much about herself. But once
he’d gotten to know her better, he’d discovered what an amazing person she was.
She volunteered so much of her time to help others that he was surprised she
had energy and time left to devote to her own business.
    He didn’t like seeing pain or misery on her face like he had
tonight. He longed to tuck her into his arms and devote his time to pampering
her, protecting her.
    Yet at the same time he longed to ravish her, possess her,
mark her so all who saw her knew exactly who she belonged to. His feelings
toward her bordered on the savage, more animal than man.
    Tonight, his attention had been drawn to her time and again.
When she’d smiled he’d felt like smiling, when she’d looked concerned he’d been
worried. He’d convinced himself that Dusty was the one for him. She was the
smarter choice. She was a werewolf, an enforcer, a packmate, she’d fit into his
life far easier than a fragile human.
    But it was a curvy brunette rather than a fiery redhead who
filled his thoughts, who made his heart race. Who left him stiff and achy with
desire.
    “That was your first, wasn’t it?” He made no apology for the
heavy satisfaction in his voice.
    “First what?”
    “First orgasm.”
    She glared at him. “I wasn’t a virgin.”
    “No, but it was your first, wasn’t it?”
    “How do you know? I might have had hundreds. Had dozens of
lovers who have satisfied me in every way possible.”
    He growled, jealousy surging through him. But he knew she
wasn’t telling the truth, knew there hadn’t been many men, knew there wouldn’t
be any more. Possessiveness held him in its grasp and he wasn’t tugging free.
    “Technically, you may not have been a virgin, but in every
way that counts you were. I could see the truth in your eyes, a mix of
trepidation and intrigue, surprise and shyness. You’ve never experienced
anything like that before. Any lovers you had, of which I doubt there were
dozens, were hopeless cretins not worthy of you.”
    “Oh, and you are?”
    He gaped at her, astonished at the angry contempt evident in
the words she threw at him.
    “Cassie—”
    “Forget it. Look, what happened, it was nice and all that,
but it was a mistake, okay?”
    He pulled up outside her house then grabbed her hand before
she could open the door and run off.
    “It was not a mistake.”
    “It was an easing of needs, something we both should have
resisted. You want Dusty.”
    “Listen to me well, because I won’t say it again. I don’t
want Dusty. Do you really think tonight was about easing a hard-on? Do you
truly believe that I think and act with my cock?”
    “Don’t most men?”
    “No, they don’t. I don’t. And I certainly wouldn’t have made
love to you so vigorously or thoroughly if this was about scratching an itch.
This wasn’t just sex, not for me. I’ve been fooling myself, telling myself I
should desire Dusty. I’d told myself that for so long I’d come to believe it.
But I realize now that it wasn’t real.”
    “What? You had an epiphany tonight? That’s a little bit
convenient don’t you think?”
    “Not tonight. I’ve been thinking about it for a while. I
just didn’t want to admit it to myself. I tried to force feelings for Dusty
that weren’t there. It wasn’t right, and it wasn’t real. Ask Dusty, she’ll tell
you she’s not interested in me.”
    “So that’s why you’ve given up on