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reverberated off the walls of her body in continuous succession. He immediately followed, biting her shoulder while groaning his release. The pain elicited another tremor of quakes through her system and she reveled in it. This was the adventure she wanted . H e was the type of exploration she’d gladly go in search for again and again. Exhausted she slid down his sweat soaked chest as he allowed her feet to touch the ground. She still had her shoes on.
    Gently he held her as her body calmed from its burgeoning storm. It was silent and awkward for a moment but then he spoke.
    “Keep the shirt, I tore your top.” He bent to grab his shirt off the jungle floor and handed it to her while picking a few stray leaves from her hair.
    “Thank you. I t was an experience I will never forget.” He said as he raked his hand through his hair. He seemed deep in thought.
    “I don’t even know your name.” She replied as she took the shirt and pulled her arms through, tying it in a knot at her stomach. Jes adjusted her ponytail and waited for an answer. One-night stands don’t need names stupid. She didn’t care, there was something there. She wanted to see him again. She stepped into her shorts while he stepped into his.
    “I want to see you again.” She blurted.
    He straightened his shorts and took a step back and shook his head.
    “One time deal sweetness. This can’t go any further.”
    She watched as he turned and walked away , leaving her dumbfounded. Seriously? He wasn’t even going to walk her back? The lights from the fireflies danced arou nd him in a soft glow. The lust-in fused air was dispersing fast and taking him with it. She should have known this was going to happen. Her first official adventure, a one-night stand was a total bust. What were you expecting?
    He paused in his steps and turned to look at her over his shoulder. His gree n eyes glinted beneath the moon’s light . A small part of her hoped he’d change his mind and wanted to see her tomorrow, but she knew better than to think that.
                  “The jungle at night is no place for you , F lower. Find your friend and go home.” The words were harsh and the last she heard, when the darkness swallowed him.
     
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    He should have left her alone. Instead, he followed his dick into soft , silky flesh he never wanted to leave. He was occupied the entire way back to Odessa’s and should have at least escorted her, but his wolf had done something he thought would never have been possible. He’d started to bond, with a human. Draven pulled back just enough to have no linge ring effects on himself or her.
    A mate bond was something his father would have enjoyed, just not with a human. Draven wasn’t sure if that was something he would have enjoyed either. Humans were fickle when it came to choosing a person to spend their life with. Wolves mated for life, and were exceedingly careful in their selection of mates. The Gods of his ancestor s had seen to their survival , as well as controlling the population. She would never be a wolf. Werewolves weren’t made, but born. Regardless of what the myths and Hollywood pictures painted. They could no more change a human from a bite, th a n vampires could.
    You either were , or you weren’t a werewolf, which made mating with humans difficult. His kind had choices, highly selective choices, but still , choices. The kicker was if one rejected the mating, it rendered both parties sterile and unable to continue their bloodline. This made for careful selection among his kind. In the beginning , there had been dozens rendered sterile, almost killing their kind off. Times were different now; there was courting and lots of time spent with both interested parties. Wolves didn’t start the bonding process until both parties agreed. So why had his wolf initiated contact with the human on that level?
    He quickly slowed as he watched the object of his desire meet her friend at the club door. He’d