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"Can't do that," Damon replied, settling beside me on the riverbank. "Not when you're this upset."I turned to glare at him, months of pain and anger finally finding a target. "This is your fault, you know that? All of this chaos started because you rejected me, because you chose Jenna and broke something fundamental inside me."Damon flinched but didn't look away. "I know.""And then you show up here, acting concerned, kissing me like you have the right, giving me hope when there's nothing, when you're still with her!" My voice rose, cracking on the last word. "You need to stop confusing me, stop making everything worse, just leave me alone and go back to your perfect political match.""She's not perfect," Damon said quietly. "The match isn't perfect, I'm not happy, Sandra, I haven't been happy since the night I marked her instead of you.""I don't care!" I shouted, standing up, my hands clenched into fists. "I don't care if you're miserable, you made your choice, you don't get to co

The master bedroom was Marcus's sacred space that we were about to defile again, the taboo of it sending a rush of forbidden heat straight to my cock, making it throb with anticipation. The air was thick with the scent of Vanessa's perfume mixed with the faint musk of our previous encounters, a reminder that this bed had already witnessed our deed."God, I've been thinking about this since last time," Vanessa admitted, her voice husky and low as she gripped the hem of her camisole and pulled it over her head in one fluid motion. Her perfect breasts bounced free, full and firm, nipples already hardening into tight, pink peaks that begged for attention. The sight made my mouth water, my pulse pounding in my ears as I imagined the velvety softness of them under my palms."Me too," I growled, yanking off my shirt so roughly the seams strained, exposing my chest heaving with ragged breaths. I closed the distance between us in two strides, our bodies colliding like magnets. Her skin was hot

Nothing's better than penetration," I countered once I could speak, my body was still buzzing. "But that was pretty fucking amazing, your throat felt like a vice, you almost squeezed me dry."Vanessa laughed, settling beside me, her body radiating heat. "You're insatiable.""Says the woman who's already getting me hard again," I pointed out, and it was true. Her proximity, the scent of her arousal lingering on my skin, the memory of her mouth on me was stirring my cock back to life, swelling against her thigh.We went at it for hours after that, trading oral and manual pleasure with desperate, porn-star enthusiasm, our bodies slick with sweat and fluids.I fingered her until she screamed into a pillow, starting with two fingers scissoring her open, then adding a third and fourth, stretching her wide until she felt impossibly full. Her pussy gripped me like a fist, walls fluttering wildly as I thumbed her clit in tight circles, the dual assault making her squirt for the first time—hot

SANDRA POV "I'm ending things with Jenna," Damon said three days after the river kiss, his voice steady with conviction. "I've already told her we need to talk when I get back." My heart did a traitorous flip in my chest, hope blooming despite every reason I had to protect myself from more disappointment. "You don't have to do that for me," I said, trying to sound neutral even though internally I was screaming with a confusing mix of joy and terror. "I'm not doing it for you," Damon replied, taking my hand. "I'm doing it for me, because staying in a relationship built on manipulation and pack politics is killing me slowly, you just helped me see that clearly." I squeezed his fingers, allowing myself a small smile. "How do you think she'll take it?" "Badly," he admitted with a grimace. "But that's not your problem to worry about, I made this mess by being a coward, now I get to clean it up." We'd been growing closer every day since that kiss, stolen moments turning into extende

Marcus POVI didn't wait for permission, I just shifted mid-stride and burst through the hotel window in wolf form, glass exploding outward in a glittering cascade.The drop from the third floor would have killed a human but I landed on all fours and took off running, my wolf form eating up distance with desperate speed.Behind me I heard shouts, my people scrambling to follow, but I was already gone, pushing my body past safe limits because every second mattered, every heartbeat brought those armed bastards closer to Sandra.The territorial run usually took six hours at a steady pace, but I made it in three, my muscles was screaming and my lungs were burning by the time familiar landmarks appeared through the trees.I caught their scent a mile out, foreign wolves with the metallic tang of weapons and hostile intent, my wolf snarled with territorial rage that had nothing to do with pack politics.They were spread out in attack formation, twenty-three by my count, moving through the