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“I tried, like… just rubbing. And a vibrator once. But I don’t know. It felt like something was supposed to happen, but it didn’t.” His brows drew together slightly, not in judgment. more like he was solving a puzzle. “And fingers?” I hesitated. “Yeah. That too. But it just… felt like pressure. Not pleasure.” Kai leaned back on one hand, his other resting on his thigh. His shirt pulled slightly, revealing a sliver more skin, but he didn’t seem to notice. I did. God, I did. “Okay,” he said after a pause. “That's normal birdie. It's not always magic from the start. Especially when you're over thinking it."

Now I need to concentrate to get to Josie. “Don’t you fucking dare.” “I love you…get ready. ” I put the block back in place, his wolf’s anger trying to force me to stop what I am doing even to the last second. I place Kaia on the ground, kicking some leaves into a small pile by the metal fence to start a small flame. Once the fire is underway, I move to the treeline, snapping a branch off the low hanging tree, throwing it on to the flames which engulf it hungrily.

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I swallow hard, ignoring the shiver that runs down my spine. “Close your eyes,” he instructs. I do. “Breathe.” I inhale deeply, feeling the fire stir beneath my skin. Yohan’s fingers linger, a grounding touch, and my pulse stutters when his breath brushes my ear. “Now, try again.” I exhale, extending my hand. This time, instead of forcing the fire out, I guide it. The flames move in a smooth, controlled arc, striking the dummy dead center. A burst of satisfaction blooms in my chest.