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around the heavy shaft and twisted greedily at his flesh.
Her body at the edge of another release, she saw more of Cade’s wolf crowd his gaze, the eyes almost glowing silver as his body pulled even with hers in pleasure. She exhaled witch light, he breathed it in, and then they exploded together. She felt the hard jerks of his cock as his seed spurted into her, felt the knot pulse in time with each jerk, momentarily losing volume before inflating fuller, stretching her a little more, making her already snug cunt caress him even tighter.
Cade buried his face against her throat, his muffled words incomprehensible but his tone loving and sated. Tears sprang to her eyes as she waited for him to deflate. She wanted to believe that something had changed, but she was no more a wolf than when she had first erupted from sleep that morning. And no matter what Cade believed, no matter how many shifters took these "latents" Esme had talked about as mates, the clan wouldn’t accept her.
They'd had eighteen years to accept her. They never had. She had been shunned by all but her grandmother and Cade, their lives made more dangerous because they cared about her, wanted to keep her safe. Had she been born a few generations before, she wouldn’t have lived past puberty, when it first became clear she couldn’t shift.
Still knotted inside Iris, Cade lifted his head from her shoulder. His hands gently brushed the strands of hair that veiled her face. Seeing the remains of the tears that had escaped Iris, he thumbed one away and pushed further inside her as his mouth sought to keep the next tear from forming.
"It’s okay, baby," he told her in a raw whisper. "Your wolf will come out next time."
All the warmth lingering in her body fled as Cade spoke. His last sentence confirmed that nothing had changed. Cade would always be looking for her wolf, expecting it each time and disappointed each time, even if he didn’t show it and never spoke a word of admonition. He didn’t want a latent or a witch. He wanted a wolf.
She shook her head, her gaze warily glued to his face. "No, it won’t."
"Maybe not with all this silver on." He moved to kiss her as he spoke, but Iris evaded his mouth. Realizing something wasn’t right, he looked at her and tried to decipher the growing distance in her eyes.
Turning her head, she stared at the curtains, the sunlight still smothered by the heavy fabric at all but the edges.
"It won’t," she repeated. "I’m not like you. I’m not an animal."
Chapter Eight
Sitting in the living room of Esme's cabin, Iris read through Oscar’s case file. Across from her, she could feel Dana Gladwin watching, his energy restless and tense. He had arrived less than ten minutes after Cade abruptly took off, no doubt summoned by Cade to make sure Iris didn't run off and risk exposing the clan.
Frowning, she tried to focus on the file in front of her and forget how Cade had instantly deflated at her words. No longer knotted inside her, he had immediately pulled out and stormed from the room. Two minutes later, the front door slammed shut. The sound of the shower left running in the bathroom mocked her and forced her from bed.
She had showered hastily, both because of the depletion of hot water and the sensations coursing unabated through her body. With her senses locked in overdrive, she could feel the slow, thick drip of Cade's cum down her thighs. The smell turned her reckless all over again, her body immobile with indecision over which she needed more: to stroke herself to another climax or chase after the man who had demanded she surrender as his mate.
Of course, his command had come before she clumsily insinuated he was nothing more than an animal. Now that she had stuck her foot in her mouth when he was so emotionally vulnerable, she doubted Cade would ever want her surrender.
Searching for the last line she had read in Oscar's file, Iris buried a sudden rush of disappointment, reminding herself that
Her body at the edge of another release, she saw more of Cade’s wolf crowd his gaze, the eyes almost glowing silver as his body pulled even with hers in pleasure. She exhaled witch light, he breathed it in, and then they exploded together. She felt the hard jerks of his cock as his seed spurted into her, felt the knot pulse in time with each jerk, momentarily losing volume before inflating fuller, stretching her a little more, making her already snug cunt caress him even tighter.
Cade buried his face against her throat, his muffled words incomprehensible but his tone loving and sated. Tears sprang to her eyes as she waited for him to deflate. She wanted to believe that something had changed, but she was no more a wolf than when she had first erupted from sleep that morning. And no matter what Cade believed, no matter how many shifters took these "latents" Esme had talked about as mates, the clan wouldn’t accept her.
They'd had eighteen years to accept her. They never had. She had been shunned by all but her grandmother and Cade, their lives made more dangerous because they cared about her, wanted to keep her safe. Had she been born a few generations before, she wouldn’t have lived past puberty, when it first became clear she couldn’t shift.
Still knotted inside Iris, Cade lifted his head from her shoulder. His hands gently brushed the strands of hair that veiled her face. Seeing the remains of the tears that had escaped Iris, he thumbed one away and pushed further inside her as his mouth sought to keep the next tear from forming.
"It’s okay, baby," he told her in a raw whisper. "Your wolf will come out next time."
All the warmth lingering in her body fled as Cade spoke. His last sentence confirmed that nothing had changed. Cade would always be looking for her wolf, expecting it each time and disappointed each time, even if he didn’t show it and never spoke a word of admonition. He didn’t want a latent or a witch. He wanted a wolf.
She shook her head, her gaze warily glued to his face. "No, it won’t."
"Maybe not with all this silver on." He moved to kiss her as he spoke, but Iris evaded his mouth. Realizing something wasn’t right, he looked at her and tried to decipher the growing distance in her eyes.
Turning her head, she stared at the curtains, the sunlight still smothered by the heavy fabric at all but the edges.
"It won’t," she repeated. "I’m not like you. I’m not an animal."
Chapter Eight
Sitting in the living room of Esme's cabin, Iris read through Oscar’s case file. Across from her, she could feel Dana Gladwin watching, his energy restless and tense. He had arrived less than ten minutes after Cade abruptly took off, no doubt summoned by Cade to make sure Iris didn't run off and risk exposing the clan.
Frowning, she tried to focus on the file in front of her and forget how Cade had instantly deflated at her words. No longer knotted inside her, he had immediately pulled out and stormed from the room. Two minutes later, the front door slammed shut. The sound of the shower left running in the bathroom mocked her and forced her from bed.
She had showered hastily, both because of the depletion of hot water and the sensations coursing unabated through her body. With her senses locked in overdrive, she could feel the slow, thick drip of Cade's cum down her thighs. The smell turned her reckless all over again, her body immobile with indecision over which she needed more: to stroke herself to another climax or chase after the man who had demanded she surrender as his mate.
Of course, his command had come before she clumsily insinuated he was nothing more than an animal. Now that she had stuck her foot in her mouth when he was so emotionally vulnerable, she doubted Cade would ever want her surrender.
Searching for the last line she had read in Oscar's file, Iris buried a sudden rush of disappointment, reminding herself that
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