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never wanted to want
had become something she now had.
    Zeth.
    There were no words for this. Not words enough for the way
Zeth felt inside her. The hot, slippery slide of his flesh against hers made
every nerve in her body hum to life. She suddenly felt aware of everything. The
air that crashed against her skin, the springs that squeaked every time her
body collided with his, the steady rock of the headboard against the wall
growing louder with every thrust; every part of her screamed. The wolf was
inside her, and she felt like howling.
    “You’re close, aren’t you?” he demanded. “You’re tightening
around me. You’re about to come until you can’t walk.”
    It was true, and she hated it. Despite how much this might
have been her fantasy, her choice, her sense of self-preservation couldn’t help
but put up a fight. Perhaps it was the knowledge Zeth knew—had to know—how much
she’d wondered what he’d feel like, how his cock would fill her, what his hands
would do to her willing body, and how amazing it would be to experience one
moment of liberation. If she hadn’t considered these things, they wouldn’t be
here…and the knowledge he had so much insight, even if he didn’t realize it
yet, left her open and vulnerable. So yes, Zeth would make her come like a porn
star, and instead of enjoying it, she felt more humiliated than she’d ever thought
possible.
    She gasped. “Oh shit.”
    “Gotta say… I never pegged…you as the…sort that…could be
fucked dizzy.” Zeth grinned and, before she could blink, flipped her onto her
back, then pounded her brutally into the mattress. “Let me…know…if you…see
stars.”
    He panted, bruising her body with his, slamming into her so
hard her bones shook. He was close too, she realized. Close to losing himself,
close to getting lost in her.
    That awareness, the sensation of absolute certainty, shook
her to the core.
    And then the world detonated, and everything melted away.
She trembled, spasmed violently, and came so hard that she brought the stars he
gave her back to earth. Every cell in her body exploded. She dug her nails into
his biceps and sank her teeth into his shoulder, muffling her scream around his
skin and shivering when he snarled.
    “Raegan. Raegan!” The mask of hate had vanished again, and
his voice was bathed in awe. “Oh God. You feel…” He thrust wildly into her, his
movements no longer guided by whatever had been in control just moments before.
Then he shook hard, buried his head in the crook of her neck, and came. And for
a second—a split second of utter insanity—she felt something close to
completion.
    A long whimper tore from her lips. “Ohh!”
    “Raegan…”
    God, he sounded so helpless. So lost. She’d made him do
that. She’d made him whimper and mewl. She’d knocked him to his knees without
even trying. And, without warning, she felt stormed with a rush of…something.
Affection. A rush of affection for Zeth. And it took her by such surprise the
whole of her went numb.
    “Raegan,” he whispered again, kissing her throat. “God,
Raegan…”
    The way he said her name made her tremble.

Chapter Five
     
    In the space between the happy fall back to earth, Raegan
contemplated a lot of things. Time seemed suspended, allowing a parade of
possibilities to dance by her tired, confused mind. Whatever had just happened
had completely transcended anything in her line of experience. She felt
horribly exposed, and she hated being exposed. The thought alone of anyone even
sneaking a peek of what lay beneath her carefully crafted safeguard left her
more than naked, especially when the creature daring to catch a glimpse was the
very reason she had dived into her career.
    Natalie’s death had changed things. Though Raegan bore her
wounds like proud shields of armor, she doubted anyone knew just how much her
friend’s murder had shaped her. The werewolf responsible, Razor, hadn’t seemed
like a monster at first. At one point