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her bottom lip, and he felt a sudden lurch in his chest. He was aching to take her again. “I didn’t know what that sound was, but I loved it the first time I heard it.”
    “You did?”
    She nodded, biting lightly on her lip. “It pulled me to you.”
    “Do you have any idea how complicated our lives have just gotten?” He eyed her. “You have no idea what you’re in for.”
    She locked her ankles against his back. “I have people to take care of things. I can do whatever I want.”
    “Are you ready to stop touring and have our cubs?”
    Her eyes beaded together. “Did you knock me up?”
    He exhaled. “See? It’s not something you want. It’s not something you’re ready for.”
    “Hey, wait. That’s not fair, Dylan.” She turned his jaw with her palm. “I didn’t know any of this. It’s not like we talked about it. I’ve never thought about being a mother.”
    He closed his eyes. “Maybe you’re not pregnant. Maybe we can hold off and you can work out your schedule with your manager. Finish your album. Finish the world tour. Just because I claimed you doesn’t mean I have to do it again. I will respect what you want to do.”
    Her hands left the side of his face, and he felt the coldness from where her touch had been. He knew she would leave. He knew she would find out about the animal in him and find a reason to push him away. His bear would have to listen to his mate. That part Dylan would have no problem controlling. It was the law of bear nature.
    He jerked when he felt her hands on his chest, sliding beneath the hem of his shirt. Her nails tickled over his abs and along his sides.
    “What are you doing?” He breathed. He could feel his cock aching inside his pants. The pressure built with every stroke of her nails.
    Her lips pressed into his. “I want to make music with you, Dylan,” she whispered. “And I want to make cubs.”
    His eyes lifted to hers. “We can talk about it. Think about it.”
    But Layla had always been a woman who made her own decisions. She was strong and powerful. Independent and confident. She pushed him back on the sofa as she slid her arms out from her shirt.
    “I don’t want to think. I want to feel the way I did when you were inside me,” she whispered, unclasping her bra.
    Dylan groaned when he saw the points of her nipples jut towards him.
    “There’s no going back,” he warned. Climbing forward, pinning her under him.
    “I don’t want to go back.” She looked in his eyes and Dylan knew he was lost, just like he wrote in song number six.

24

Layla
    T here was a bear of a man hovering over her. A gorgeous man with broad shoulders and a smile that made her wet between her thighs. A man that told her he was hers forever.
    She arched her back toward him, offering her body to him. She moaned as he lowered his mouth to her nipple and bit it between his teeth.
    She forgot everything she was supposed to do in Seattle. She forgot about the tour and the album and the press events scheduled for the next five weeks. All she could think about was being in Dylan’s arms as they gave each other every pleasure.
    While he continued to suck, his fingers worked the button on her jeans until it was free and he could slide his hand between her legs.
    “So wet, baby.” He smiled as he pried between her folds. He began to massage and roll the pulsing nub between his fingers until Layla was panting hard against his touch.
    Her head thrashed to the side as Dylan danced over the bud before diving in her entrance. She bucked off the couch, gripping his shoulders.
    “Ohh,” she moaned. “Fuck that feels good.”
    He grinned at her. “You know what else feels good?”
    In one swift motion he jerked the pants from her legs and threw her ankles around his shoulders. He blew over her soft mound, before sliding her panties out of the way.
    “I couldn’t stop thinking about how sweet you tasted.”
    Her head thrashed to the other side. His tongue began to lap in feverish