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fingers over the hard nub of his nipple. She’d never felt like this around any man. Holy shit, Eli was her one. How lucky to happen into a town where the only man made for her resided. How unlucky to be Becket’s daughter, and know she’ll never get to keep him. But she had this moment, and she wanted to shove a lifetime of passion into it.
Her experience was limited to stolen kisses, and that one time she hid in the forest with Kade Waller and they showed each other their parts. She was only twelve, and it seemed more of a science experiment than a sexual one. The memory of that day still ate at her. Her mother shrugged it off, telling her dad it was natural to be curious, but after he took a switch to her bottom, he marched Kade home, and Lily didn’t see him for days. When she did, he sported a rainbow of bruises and walked with a permanent limp.
Word got around the Itan’s daughter was off-limits. From that point on, everyone avoided her, but she still had her mother. When she died, Lily got her first glimpse of true loneliness and despair. She was completely on her own. She’d had no one—until now.
Eli’s one step back created a void that was unbearable. A kiss from this man made her want to name the kids they’d never have.
“Lily, come and sit down.” Eli plopped on the brown leather sofa and patted the seat next to him.
For the first time since she walked in, Lily took stock of her surroundings. The cabin was larger on the inside than she thought, but that made sense since Eli was a big man, and she knew, without a doubt, when he shifted, he’d need the vaulted ceilings and wide walkways to move.
She soaked in the rustic walls and comfortable furnishings while she walked to where he sat. The soft leather of the couch felt like a hug as the cushion cupped her thighs.
“I love your house.” For a man, Eli had done a stand-up job putting his place together. Upholstered chairs bracketed a wooden coffee table. The air smelled of something sweet, but it wasn’t cloying like air freshener trying to hide cigar smoke, fried food, or spilled beer. It was pure and simple, like honey. Then, she saw the candle on the table and brought it to her nose. Made from beeswax, it smelled like the sweet outdoors. “Where did you get this?”
The man was deadly with that smile of his. He lifted his lips and she was lost in the moment.
“I made it.”
She laughed. “You made a candle.” Her tone was incredulous. Somehow, Eli didn’t come across as the candle-making type, but then again, she knew one type—the alphahole. Those were men like her father and Dane—men who took and claimed for their own benefit. Dane wasn’t interested in Lily. His only interest was pressing his bloodline into her body so his progeny could inherit the clan. But Eli was different. She felt it all the way to her marrow.
“We have to talk.”
“I’d rather kiss.”
He laughed. “Me too, but we have to talk first.”
“This sounds serious.” She wrung her hands in her lap, twisting and turning them until her skin pinked. Anything that started with the words we have to talk was never good. It was how she found out her mother had died. “Should I be drinking?”
“Wait here.” He popped off the couch and walked to the open kitchen where knotted cabinets flanked modern appliances. In between her and him sat an island where another candle waited to be lit. Eli returned with two BE’s Brews and took his seat. “This time, drink it slow.” He popped the top and handed her the cold bottle.
She sipped at the mead and relished the flavor as she swallowed. “I love this stuff. Where do you get it?”
“My friend Brody makes it. You’ll meet him tomorrow. He and his mate, Fawn, are coming over to discuss expansion.”
Completely interested in anything Eli, Lily prodded him for more. “You’re in business together?”
He pointed to the B and E on the bottle. “B is for Brody and Eli is for me.”
“No, way, you’re
Her experience was limited to stolen kisses, and that one time she hid in the forest with Kade Waller and they showed each other their parts. She was only twelve, and it seemed more of a science experiment than a sexual one. The memory of that day still ate at her. Her mother shrugged it off, telling her dad it was natural to be curious, but after he took a switch to her bottom, he marched Kade home, and Lily didn’t see him for days. When she did, he sported a rainbow of bruises and walked with a permanent limp.
Word got around the Itan’s daughter was off-limits. From that point on, everyone avoided her, but she still had her mother. When she died, Lily got her first glimpse of true loneliness and despair. She was completely on her own. She’d had no one—until now.
Eli’s one step back created a void that was unbearable. A kiss from this man made her want to name the kids they’d never have.
“Lily, come and sit down.” Eli plopped on the brown leather sofa and patted the seat next to him.
For the first time since she walked in, Lily took stock of her surroundings. The cabin was larger on the inside than she thought, but that made sense since Eli was a big man, and she knew, without a doubt, when he shifted, he’d need the vaulted ceilings and wide walkways to move.
She soaked in the rustic walls and comfortable furnishings while she walked to where he sat. The soft leather of the couch felt like a hug as the cushion cupped her thighs.
“I love your house.” For a man, Eli had done a stand-up job putting his place together. Upholstered chairs bracketed a wooden coffee table. The air smelled of something sweet, but it wasn’t cloying like air freshener trying to hide cigar smoke, fried food, or spilled beer. It was pure and simple, like honey. Then, she saw the candle on the table and brought it to her nose. Made from beeswax, it smelled like the sweet outdoors. “Where did you get this?”
The man was deadly with that smile of his. He lifted his lips and she was lost in the moment.
“I made it.”
She laughed. “You made a candle.” Her tone was incredulous. Somehow, Eli didn’t come across as the candle-making type, but then again, she knew one type—the alphahole. Those were men like her father and Dane—men who took and claimed for their own benefit. Dane wasn’t interested in Lily. His only interest was pressing his bloodline into her body so his progeny could inherit the clan. But Eli was different. She felt it all the way to her marrow.
“We have to talk.”
“I’d rather kiss.”
He laughed. “Me too, but we have to talk first.”
“This sounds serious.” She wrung her hands in her lap, twisting and turning them until her skin pinked. Anything that started with the words we have to talk was never good. It was how she found out her mother had died. “Should I be drinking?”
“Wait here.” He popped off the couch and walked to the open kitchen where knotted cabinets flanked modern appliances. In between her and him sat an island where another candle waited to be lit. Eli returned with two BE’s Brews and took his seat. “This time, drink it slow.” He popped the top and handed her the cold bottle.
She sipped at the mead and relished the flavor as she swallowed. “I love this stuff. Where do you get it?”
“My friend Brody makes it. You’ll meet him tomorrow. He and his mate, Fawn, are coming over to discuss expansion.”
Completely interested in anything Eli, Lily prodded him for more. “You’re in business together?”
He pointed to the B and E on the bottle. “B is for Brody and Eli is for me.”
“No, way, you’re
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