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the lilt in her gentle voice says that the common tongue isn’t her first language. “So you are claimed?” I say loud enough for the rest. Hoping they’ll avoid putting the kid through any more upset. Far away I couldn’t tell, but up close and personal it’s clear she’s nowhere near old enough to provide the entertainment I was hoping for. Sixteen may be grown, but it’s nowhere near legal or desirable in my mind. Late twenties to early thirties are my sweet spot when it comes to humans. Old enough to know what they want, confident enough to explore, and young enough to bounce back from our more vigorous style of things pretty quickly.

"That, that's because he wants to respect me..." When Gina heard that, she looked at her sympathetically. It seemed that she couldn't bear to do that, but she still said, "18 years old is the most vigorous age. Physically, he would have sex dreams at night, but... he never looked for you. Isn't this weird?" Weird? Darwin was weird?

He squeezed my elbows, not too hard, as he whispered over my ears. I felt his breath, warm yet fresh, on my skin. Goosebumps rose on my neck where his breath touched, and some hairs stood on end due to the sudden rush of excitement. Damn. I shouldn't be feeling like this. Ignoring the hair-raising sensation, I groaned in displeasure. "Move away from me—"

I groaned lying flat on my back. The cold night air seeped into my bones, causing goosebumps. It was my 18th birthday in a month and I had just asked my best friend to have sex with me as my birthday wish. His facial expression would make me cackle on a different occasion but right now, it made me want to jump of this roof and into a different timeline. "In my defence, I have a solid good reason" I blurted out, trying miserably to salvage what was left of my pride

I felt a tingling sensation as goosebumps broke out on my skin. 𝘐𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨. 𝘈𝘭𝘭 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮. 𝘈𝘵 𝘰𝘯𝘤𝘦.

Our fingers leave a thin wet trail across my skin, and I shiver. Next he moves our hands slowly from one side of my throat to the other. It's unlike anything I've ever felt before, that soft fizzle of dozens of little bubbles as they pop against my skin. Tiny beads of water dribble down my body, sliding beneath the fabric of my dress. The water was warm when I filled the sink, but now, and against my heated skin, it feels as cold as ice. Calder dips his head and blows across my skin, and another wave of goose bumps ripples across my scalp.

But that was all I felt. He seemed nice. But I didn’t feel anything else. No spark. No butterflies. Just… politeness. Still, I let myself enjoy the moment. It felt nice to laugh, even if just for a second. Then Finn reached out and lightly touched my arm. It was a simple gesture. Just his fingertips brushing against my skin near my elbow while he told a joke. Probably innocent. Probably nothing. But the second his hand touched me, my skin reacted. Goosebumps spread over my arms. I felt it like a jolt. Not in a good way. Like my body was alerting me—warning me that something had shifted.

He finishes with a chuckle, making me frown in pure confusion. “What?” “He likes blood. – Hunter clarifies – It’s normal, trust me. The bloodlust should settle around the age of 5-6, but since he’s not a half-breed like me, it should be even earlier.” I listen attentively to every word, leaning against his side. “Oh…”

“You’re not old enough to find your mate, but you are at risk of being kidnapped and held captive until you are old enough for someone to force a mate bond on you. So, behave and you and I can get through these next several weeks until your birthday.” “Six.” I frown. “Six what?”

he asked. “I just turned 18 three months ago,” I answered. “Ohh, I see. Did you already meet your wolf?” I bite my lower lip. No one ever asked me this question since I turned 18. Even my own parents did not bother asking me that. Unlike boys who meet their wolves at the age of 16 or 17, girls meet their wolves after turning 18. It usually takes a whole month before their wolf shows up.