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Ethan only grins and shakes his head, laying a hand on my knee and pulling me back again. “Don’t worry, pup. I won’t. Now let me finish before I explode.”

Don’t trust the wolves.

Mama’s last words echo through my mind, but they seem far away now. I squeeze my eyes shut and hold my breath, feeling each scrape and drag of the sharp metal against my skin. My breath comes in little pants as the swirling in my belly increases. The soft clatter of plastic against porcelain and the small thwack of metal on the rim of the tub lets me know Ethan’s set the razor and shaving cream to the side.

I lay still, barely breathing, my heart feather light as it tiptoes in my chest. I have the same ache I had with Callan in the kitchen, the one I had in the shower with Axel before he tasted me and made the world open before me. I don’t know what to do with all this feeling, but I know I don’t want Ethan to leave like Callan did, and I don’t want him to hurt me like Axel did.

“Want to feel?” Ethan asks, one of his fingers stroking up and down my newly bare skin.

My eyes flutter open, meeting his intense gaze. I bite my lip and give a slight nod. He takes my hand and lowers it between my legs. It feels so smooth that I let out a little sigh of pleasure, exploring the soft, silky skin he touched. For a minute, Ethan only watches, his breath coming in quick little huffs when I move inside the outer layer, like he did. With a growl, he knocks my hand aside and pushes one of his thick fingers inside my slick hole.

I let out a cry of surprise and pleasure even though there’s a pinch of pain inside me, too.

He lets out a guttural groan, his eyes going back in his head. “Holy High Priestess,” he says, his voice a moan of anguish. “You’re so fucking tight.”

“Are you okay?” I ask, trying to clear my head.

His gaze snaps to mine, and he grins. “Oh, pup, I’m more than okay,” he says, slowly drawing his finger out and pushing it back in even deeper. “A tight pussy is a very good thing.”

I moan, my thighs quaking as his finger slides in and out again and again.

“You like that, little pup?” he croons.

“Yes,” I breathe.

His thumb makes little circles around the swollen bud, and my whole body arches this time. “I’m going to try to get another finger in there,” he says, his voice rough. “Stretch you out a little, in case you ever want one of our cocks inside you. You want that, Luna? You want one of our cocks inside this tight little hole?”

“Yes,” I moan, feeling a delicious stretch that’s almost painful as he works another finger inside me. My walls clench tight around them.

He groans and closes his eyes, his nostrils flaring as he takes a few deep breaths. “Does that hurt?” he asks.

“A little,” I admit.

“Did Axel put his cock inside you?”

“For a minute,” I say, hoping he’ll stop talking about Axel. I don’t want that to happen again—the pleasure to be replaced by pain, and the searing burn on my arm, and the feeling like my wolf was ripped out of my body and devoured by his.

But my wolf is only happy inside me, urging me on in a playful way that doesn’t scare me. When I relax, Ethan starts to slide his fingers in and out again, the way Axel’s cock did. This doesn’t feel like Axel, though. There’s no pain after he starts moving, and he’s circling his thumb around the place that makes me feel like my head really might explode. His eyes are clouded and halfway closed, his lips slightly parted as he watches his fingers pump into me. His gaze is soft and warm, though, with no determination or command like Axel’s.

I close my eyes and let myself trust him. The desperate sensations inside me builds, and my hips rise and fall on their own, seeking some kind of relief I can’t find, the kind that Axel gave me with his mouth. I’ve never felt so good as that moment, better than a hot summer day lazing I the sun or watching dragonflies dart around the cattails, better than howling at the full moon in autumn, or racing through the fallen leaves at a gallop.

“Ethan,” I gasp, grasping the edge of the tub as I feel something about to break inside me.

“Yeah, puppy?” His smile fills my chest with joy, and he increases the pressure and slows his thumb, dragging it across my slippery nub. “What do you want?”

“I want—” I can’t answer, though. Words escape me as pleasure explodes through my body, releasing the tension and need aching inside me. My vision blurs, and my head drops back as my hips rise, my knees opening wide as I cry out in helpless bliss. An overwhelming stream of color and sensation flows through my body, my mind. It’s stunning, and there’s no painful burn in my arm, no confusion in my soul. I am home, and I never want it to end.

Chapter Nineteen

Ethan

I’ve fucked hundreds of women, but shaving Luna’s pussy is the most truly erotic moment I’ve ever experienced. When she orgasmed, she looked fucking transcendent. I’d never admit it, but I’m shaken by the intensity of what happened. Hell, I couldn’t explain it if I tried, how fingering her pussy made me feel things that fucking twenty women couldn’t.

I’m not the man with the words, so afterwards, we lie in silence on her bed, with her cuddled in the crook of my arm. For once, I’m not thinking about when I can get up and go, or even whether it’s time for a sandwich. Having her body next to mine feels fucking fantastic. It scares the hell out of me, but I don’t want to stop. This feels too good to fuck it up by fucking her. And that scares me even more. Since when do I not want to fuck a gorgeous, willing woman?

Since never, that’s when. The fact that my cock definitely feels different about that reassures me that I’m not turning into a pussy. I’ve had the world’s longest, hardest hard-on for an hour straight, and every time I think about the stranglehold of her hot, wet cunt on my fingers, I just about come my pants like a teenager.

Her breathing is deep, and I think she’s fallen asleep until she speaks. “Tell me a story,” she says, her voice edged with sleepiness.