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answer that question before the day is over.”
    I lightly bit her ear lobe, moving down to
kiss the pulse point in her neck. I drew my tongue up and down over
her pulsing vein before running my teeth gently over her jaw. I
nearly shouted in victory when her lower body squirmed.
    I held my aching lower half away from her.
Should my cock feel her warmth, I knew it would be over.

Chapter 9
    LAINA
    My pussy gushed with need, with a novel
yearning that had my legs fumbling, my ankles jerking on the cuffs.
My breasts throbbed, a fresh ache awakened within them. His mouth
had felt like heaven against my flesh; I swore I heard angels sing
when his tongue passed over my nipples.
    Of course, I knew what he was doing. He’d
warned me. Perhaps I didn’t have any sexual experience, but I’d
read enough books to know. All the “prep books” I’d devoured didn’t
prepare me for the sensations that wracked my body when he touched
me though.
    He smiled knowingly as he kissed a trail down
my neck and over the swells of my breasts. He sucked a tight peak
into his mouth. I wanted to cry out; I wanted to thrust deeper into
his mouth, into the warm, wet soft cave of his mouth. But I didn’t.
I held still. I stiffened my muscles and fought every instinct,
every desire.
    His brows dipped in the center before he
switched breasts. I closed my eyes, officially biting through my
skin as his tongue and teeth teased my other taut bud. I pressed my
tongue against the fresh wound, blood seeping from it, as he
continued to torture me.
    “Are you ready to answer me yet?” His steady
voice sung his patience.
    I couldn’t imagine that he was enjoying this.
Why would he want to make a fat girl feel good? What guy, were or
not, would want, could want, to taste and tease every dip and swell
of her stretched flesh?
    With that reminder, my body seemed to cool.
My heart cracked, my chest collapsing in on it. I jerked on the
stupid restraints. Suddenly, his tongue felt like sandpaper against
my skin. There was no reason for him to go to such lengths. Did he
think I wasn’t embarrassed enough by their words, by their
comments? Who wanted to draw that out? I wanted to escape them, not
fight them.
    Sensing my change, Jayson immediately let go
me. He sighed, pressing his forehead against the center of my
chest.
    Tears burned my eyes behind
my closed lids, prompting me to open them. I blinked several times.
Damn it! I was not going to cry again. Crying made me weak. I was fat, but I was
still a were, and weres weren’t weak. They were strong creatures
that slipped in and out of two worlds, living a double life, a dual
existence.
    The second a sniffle slipped, Jayson’s head
shot straight up.
    His eyes softened as he gazed at me. He
lifted a hand and caressed my face. “What do you need?”
    Too choked to speak with the lump in my
throat growing larger by the second, I shrugged my shoulders. Maybe
that was part of the problem. I knew I had issues, but I didn’t
know what it would take for me to change. I didn’t know myself well
enough to know what I needed. I knew what I wanted, but not what I
needed.
    How could I be twenty-six and not know myself
yet? How did I get here?
    Fear knotted in my chest. I couldn’t answer
him. It wasn’t because I didn’t want to; it was because I couldn’t.
I didn’t know the answer because I didn’t know myself. I knew
facts, like that I was fat; full-figured was the politically
correct title. I knew I loved nature. I knew that Jayson was the
mate nature dictated for me. I didn’t know much else. I’d been so
ashamed of my outside that I hadn’t bothered to get to know myself,
to define myself beyond the superficial.
    “Talk to me, sweetie.” Jayson studied me
closely. His eyes were like a microscope, scrutinizing every
twitch, every change in my features.
    I shifted my gaze to the ceiling. “I don’t
know,” was my whispered response.
    He moved his hand. “Damn it, Laina. You can’t
run forever.” Gone was