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memories as Warren answered the question.
    “Mo is the leader of a different pack. They’re a bunch of low-life scum that seem to think they’re entitled to something.”
    Yeah, like how he felt he was entitled to me, but I didn’t tell Warren that.
    “What do you mean?” I asked instead.
    Warren took a deep breath as he stared off out the window into the darkness. I’m sure he probably had a colorful past with the asshole cheater that I knew as Mo, but what he said surprised me.
    “We used to be best friends. He changed after they lost the land. He assumed it was my fault.” His face was blank, and I could see his mind was traveling to a distant place. I wanted to ask him more, but something in me decided that I had asked too many questions about this already.
    I tried to change the subject. “So, how does it feel being a wolf?”
    He smiled at that question and took a sip of his wine before he spoke.
    “It’s my life. I can’t imagine its being any other way.” Then he turned to me, putting down the wine glass on the coffee table.
    “What about you?” he asked. “Why are you really here?”
    Oh, brother. I wasn’t quite ready to tell that story, but it was only fair that I expose myself to his potential scrutiny since he’d done the same for me.
    “In a nutshell, my boyfriend and I broke up. Then I lost my job, and I decided to move away and find myself.” It was the short version, but it was all I was willing to give up at the time.
    Warren frowned. “Why did you break up?”
    I sighed. Why didn’t we breakup would have been an easier question to answer.
    “He didn’t respect me or my body. He said very often that I was on the curvier side of curvy. Plus the cheating.”
    His eyes got wide at that last bit. “I would respect you and your body.”
    I didn’t mean to, but I laughed. I decided it was a good time for me to go ahead and get a bite of this pecan pie.
    Walking to the kitchen, I grabbed a plate, and as I turned around he was there.
    “Shit... how can you do that without me hearing you?”
    He gave me a look, and I already knew the answer to that. I guess wolves can naturally sneak up on their prey.
    “He didn’t respect your body?”
    I nodded, wondering where he was getting at. I had hoped he forgot that his fingers were four inches deep in my pussy last night.
    “I want to respect you.”
    How did this happen? How was I again here with another man trying to get in my pants?
    “What we did last night was a mistake,” I told him, and it was true. Because of that indiscretion, I’d been vulnerable today and allowed something to happen that I shouldn’t have. But here I was with wet hair, wearing an old, oversized t-shirt and pajama pants, not to mention no make-up, and this man still wanted me.
    “Why?” I asked him. “Why me?” I crossed my arms, waiting for an answer.
    Backing me up against the wall, Warren looked deep into my eyes and said:
    “Because from the moment I saw you on the side of the highway, I have wanted nothing more than to make you happy.”
    That was all it took. Our lips met for the second time in twenty-four hours. I wanted him, and tonight I was yet again throwing my inhibitions out the window.
    He pulled my shirt off, exposing my round, full breasts, perky and ready to be licked. They were his to explore, and that he did as we fumbled into the bedroom.
    “Warren, wait.” I pushed him back, looking into those honey-gold eyes. “Promise you won’t hurt me.”
    He looked shocked.
    “How can I hurt someone that I want to love?”
    I didn’t have the answer to that. His lips covered mine again as we kissed and groped each other all the way to the bedroom.
    I was going to be fucked by a werewolf.

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    W e were naked. Warren’s girth and hardness were now fully exposed in front of me. He was way bigger than any man I had been with, and as his hands explored my body, I prayed I could handle him.
    He turned me over to a crouching position on the bed.