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allowed such abuse as you have suffered since your Change. But you are mine, and the thought of you hurt, of being able to do nothing about it, is an anger that even an Omega wolf cannot easily soothe.”
    Well , she thought, stunned. She’d known he was interested in her, but she’d assumed it had been a casual thing. Leo was the only mated wolf she knew. She didn’t know any of the rules. What did it mean that he said his wolf had decided she was his mate? Did she have a choice in the matter? Did the way he aroused her without trying, the way he made her feel—as if she’d known him forever and wanted to wake up next to him for the rest of her life, though she’d known him only hours, really—was that his fault?
    â€œIf you had let me,” he said, “I’d have courted you gently and won your heart.” He closed his eyes. “I didn’t mean to frighten you.”
    She should have been frightened. Instead, suddenly, she felt very, very calm, like the eye in a hurricane of emotion.
    â€œI don’t like sex,” she told him, because it seemed like something he ought to know under the circumstances.
    He choked and opened his eyes, their bright color giving way to human dark as she watched.
    â€œI wasn’t enthusiastic before the Change,” she told him plainly. “And after being passed around like a whore for a year, until Isabelle put a stop to it, I like it even less.”
    His mouth tightened, but he didn’t say anything, so she continued. “And I won’t be forced. Never again.” She pulled up the sleeves of her shirt to show him the long scars on the underside of her arm, wrist to elbow. She’d made them with a silver knife, and if Isabelle hadn’t found her, she’d have killed herself. “This is why Isabelle made Leo stop making me sleep with whatever male pleased him enough. She found me and kept me alive. After that I bought a gun and silver bullets.”
    He growled softly, but not at her, she was pretty sure.
    â€œI’m not threatening to kill myself. But you need to know this about me because—if you want to be my mate—I won’t be like Leo. I won’t let you sleep around with anyone else. I won’t be forced either. I’ve had enough. If that makes me a dog in the manger, so be it. But if I am yours, then you damned well are going to be mine.”
    â€œA dog in the manger?” He let out a gusty breath of air that might have been a half-laugh. He closed his eyes again and said in a reasonable tone, “If Leo survives tonight, I shall be very surprised. If I survive you, I’ll be equally surprised.” He looked at her. “And very little surprises me anymore.”
    He strode across the floor, picking up his chair and setting it where it belonged as he passed it. He stopped just in front of her and touched her raised chin gently, then laughed. Still smiling he tucked a piece of her hair behind her ear. “I promise you will enjoy sex with me,” he murmured.
    Somehow she managed to keep her spine straight. She wasn’t ready to fall into a puddle at his feet quite yet. “Isabelle said you were a good lover.”
    He laughed again. “You have no need for jealousy. Sex with Isabelle meant no more to me than a good belly scratch and rather less to her, I think. Nothing worth repeating for either of us.” There was a whisper of sound outside the room and he took her hand. “Time for us to go.”
    He paid polite compliments to the meal as he handed over a credit card to a young-looking man who called him “sir” and smelled of werewolf. The owner of the restaurant, Anna supposed.
    â€œSo where would you like to go next?” she asked as she stepped out onto the busy sidewalk.
    He pulled his jacket on the rest of the way and dodged a woman in high heels who carried a leather briefcase. “Somewhere with fewer people.”
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