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decide if I wanted to accept the kiss or reject it. I moved into it, meeting him halfway.
CHAPTER SEVEN
HIS MOUTH MOVED OVER MINE WITH HEATED ASSURANCE, AS IF IT WAS inevitable that my lips would soften and open. When they did just that under the pressure he exerted, he deepened the kiss, tasting the inner curves of my parted lips with the tip of his tongue before sweeping inside to claim that space. He made a series of slow in and out movements, gradually growing deeper and bolder.
He made a low, growling sound when I sent my tongue to twine and mate with his. His arms tightened around me, and I realized dimly that I was digging my fingers into his biceps. It didn’t seem to bother him.
The sound of the door opening and closing registered on some dim level but didn’t intrude until the couch dipped. I tried to break away, and David brought his hand up to cup my jaw and hold me in place while he finished kissing me with thorough attention that refused to be rushed to an unsatisfactory conclusion.
By the time he ended the kiss and released my mouth, I felt dazed and breathless. I turned to look at Zach, already knowing it was him, wondering how I looked to him with my face flushed and my lips swollen from kissing another man.
Zach’s brown eyes were darker than I remembered as they met mine, and unreadable. I met his gaze in silence, wondering if he found this little preview of things to come as uncomfortable as I did. He’d see me doing a lot more than kissing other men tomorrow night. And he’d be among them. My stomach tightened at the thought, even while my curiosity stirred. Before all the revelations, kissing Zach again would’ve been high on my list. Now everything had gotten complicated.
“Practicing for tomorrow?” Zach asked.
I shook my head. “Kind of the opposite. I just wanted something . . . human.” A small thing. A kiss, a touch, not driven by a biological state or a profound physiological transformation or desire for gain. Just a human yearning for contact.
“You wanted him to make you feel human.” Zach held my gaze and I felt something stir in the air, like an undercurrent. “Maybe I should show you what it feels like to embrace your beast.”
My heart thumped painfully in my chest. I remembered that frustrated urge to do something while David transformed. “What if I can’t?” I didn’t know how to be a wolf, how to shift, how to live with their rules.
“You can.” David sounded sure as he gathered me up and planted me in Zach’s lap. Talk about passing the buck. “Don’t fight it, or you’ll make it harder on yourself than it needs to be.”
Then he left, and I had to bite my lip to keep from asking him to stay. He has things to do besides babysit you , I told myself. And what kind of wimp did it make me if I wanted him to stay as a buffer between me and the pack alpha? So Zach wanted to demonstrate something. Was I really afraid to face the beast inside myself?
“You look like you’re bracing yourself for a dose of nasty medicine,” Zach murmured. He sounded amused rather than offended. He ignored the tension in my body as I held myself stiff and still while he wound his arms around me in a loose embrace. “You’ve kissed me before.”
“That was before.” Before I knew what he was. Before I knew what I was, and why he was interested in me. Before he told me what was in store for me. At the thought of finding myself helpless at the center of lusty male attention, every remnant of the warm, sensual response David had drawn from me evaporated.
“Before David.” There was a hard note in Zach’s voice that made me angry.
“No, you ass. Before you told me you planned to put me at the center of an orgy to determine who gets the honor of knotting me on a regular basis while running the pack.” To my horror my voice cracked and tears leaked from the corners of my eyes. I brushed them
CHAPTER SEVEN
HIS MOUTH MOVED OVER MINE WITH HEATED ASSURANCE, AS IF IT WAS inevitable that my lips would soften and open. When they did just that under the pressure he exerted, he deepened the kiss, tasting the inner curves of my parted lips with the tip of his tongue before sweeping inside to claim that space. He made a series of slow in and out movements, gradually growing deeper and bolder.
He made a low, growling sound when I sent my tongue to twine and mate with his. His arms tightened around me, and I realized dimly that I was digging my fingers into his biceps. It didn’t seem to bother him.
The sound of the door opening and closing registered on some dim level but didn’t intrude until the couch dipped. I tried to break away, and David brought his hand up to cup my jaw and hold me in place while he finished kissing me with thorough attention that refused to be rushed to an unsatisfactory conclusion.
By the time he ended the kiss and released my mouth, I felt dazed and breathless. I turned to look at Zach, already knowing it was him, wondering how I looked to him with my face flushed and my lips swollen from kissing another man.
Zach’s brown eyes were darker than I remembered as they met mine, and unreadable. I met his gaze in silence, wondering if he found this little preview of things to come as uncomfortable as I did. He’d see me doing a lot more than kissing other men tomorrow night. And he’d be among them. My stomach tightened at the thought, even while my curiosity stirred. Before all the revelations, kissing Zach again would’ve been high on my list. Now everything had gotten complicated.
“Practicing for tomorrow?” Zach asked.
I shook my head. “Kind of the opposite. I just wanted something . . . human.” A small thing. A kiss, a touch, not driven by a biological state or a profound physiological transformation or desire for gain. Just a human yearning for contact.
“You wanted him to make you feel human.” Zach held my gaze and I felt something stir in the air, like an undercurrent. “Maybe I should show you what it feels like to embrace your beast.”
My heart thumped painfully in my chest. I remembered that frustrated urge to do something while David transformed. “What if I can’t?” I didn’t know how to be a wolf, how to shift, how to live with their rules.
“You can.” David sounded sure as he gathered me up and planted me in Zach’s lap. Talk about passing the buck. “Don’t fight it, or you’ll make it harder on yourself than it needs to be.”
Then he left, and I had to bite my lip to keep from asking him to stay. He has things to do besides babysit you , I told myself. And what kind of wimp did it make me if I wanted him to stay as a buffer between me and the pack alpha? So Zach wanted to demonstrate something. Was I really afraid to face the beast inside myself?
“You look like you’re bracing yourself for a dose of nasty medicine,” Zach murmured. He sounded amused rather than offended. He ignored the tension in my body as I held myself stiff and still while he wound his arms around me in a loose embrace. “You’ve kissed me before.”
“That was before.” Before I knew what he was. Before I knew what I was, and why he was interested in me. Before he told me what was in store for me. At the thought of finding myself helpless at the center of lusty male attention, every remnant of the warm, sensual response David had drawn from me evaporated.
“Before David.” There was a hard note in Zach’s voice that made me angry.
“No, you ass. Before you told me you planned to put me at the center of an orgy to determine who gets the honor of knotting me on a regular basis while running the pack.” To my horror my voice cracked and tears leaked from the corners of my eyes. I brushed them
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