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His jaw clenched. “I should have been more careful. I should have looked after you when we were done.”

But I’d ruined things, and he’d left.

“It’s fine. I’m fine.”

He shook his head. “It’s not. But I’m going to look after you now, Jazzy. You trust me, don’t you?”

I did. I’d seen all of him. I’d wrapped my arms around him and seen every part of his soul, the pain, the anger, the scars, and the crippling guilt. But not one part of him was bad. Ren was a good male, so incredibly good. Under all those awful shadows crowding him, surrounding his soul, was a warm, gentle light. His true nature, the sweet fox I’d known as a kid. “Yes, I trust you.”

His gorgeous eyes seemed to grow brighter, and an animalistic sound rumbled through his chest. He gripped the bottom of my shirt and lifted it over my head. “I’m gonna take care of you, so good. So fucking good, butterfly.” My bra came off next, and he lowered himself down on top of me, kissing me sweet and gentle this time. “You’re so beautiful, so fucking perfect,” he said as he trailed kisses along my jaw. “So warm. Every part of you. I just want to take care of you, protect you.” He kissed along my jaw. “I want to give you everything you need, make you feel good. I want all of it, Jaz, all of you.”

He wasn’t holding anything back. Ren was laying it all out for me, and it was exhilarating and terrifying. I would have done almost anything to hear those words from him a few weeks ago. And I won’t lie, it felt nice, really nice to hear them even now. I could almost believe the feeling welling up inside me, but what I was feeling was a memory. Those feelings were gone, and I’d be doing us both a disservice by believing the lie my brain was trying to tell me.

You didn’t just fall in love that easy. It wasn’t going to be so simple. Wanting it and actually having it were two very different things. This was lust and affection for a male I’d known since I was just a kid, that’s all I was feeling in this moment.

He sucked my nipple into his mouth, and I arched beneath him, a groan leaving me as I gripped his hair tighter. Ren wasn’t in a hurry, he licked and sucked and toyed with me.

“Wanted to do this for so long,” he said, holding my other breast in a firm grip. “Night after night, you naked in my house. Fucking torture, Jaz. Having you wrapped around me, kissing you, holding you, then letting you leave?” He tilted his head back and held my eyes as he licked the taut peak. “I fucking hated it. More than once I had to stop myself from following you, from snatching you up and carrying you back to our den.”

I shivered at the way his voice had grown more gravelly, like his fox was blended with it. He kept his eyes on me as he spread my thighs. I shivered again when his hands slid to my sensitive inner thighs. His thumbs moved in circles over my jeans, up and down but not high enough, not where the ache had deepened and I was so damn slick. He kissed between my breasts, over the tattoo there, then down, sucking kisses over my feverish skin until he reached the waistband of my jeans.

I was panting now, squirming. He held my eyes as he popped the button and dragged down the zipper, a question in his eyes. I nodded. Yes, I wanted whatever he wanted to do to me. Badly.

I lifted my hips, and he dragged my jeans down my legs and tossed them on the floor, then his hand, fingers splayed, slid up my thigh and rested on the top of my pussy. He licked his lips and, over my panties, dragged his thumb along my slit.

“So fucking wet, butterfly. Jesus.” He watched what he was doing as he pressed his thumb deeper, adding more pressure, grinding it against me. I whimpered, and he looked back up at me. “You don’t even know how long I’ve been wanting to taste you. I hurt this sweet pussy last night, and now I’m going to worship it.”

Oh fuck. I was close to combusting. I watched as he hooked his finger around the fabric plastered against my aching flesh and dragged it aside.

“Fuck,” he groaned. “Fucking look at you,” he said, his voice a low growl. He leaned in, his eyes lifting to mine, and he tasted me, a soft lick that had me trembling.

His tongue was hot against my swollen, slick flesh and I couldn’t take my eyes off him. His had drifted closed, and he did it again, his muffled groan filling the room. He gripped the sides of my underwear and tugged them down my legs and tossed them aside, then he was back. He gripped my legs, his hot, rough-skinned hands roaming my inner thighs, squeezing and holding me wide as he lapped at me again.

“Fuck, baby.”

“Ren…”

His mouth covered my pussy then, his lids fluttering as he tasted every inch of me, a look of bliss on his stunningly handsome face. I wanted to watch, but I couldn’t hold myself up any longer, not when he sucked on my clit and gently slipped one of his thick fingers inside me. My ass lifted, arching against his mouth, wanting more, needing more.

But he kept the same pace, building the sensations in slow, steady waves that made me gasp and rock my hips, lost to the pleasure building inside me.

“You gonna come all over my hand, butterfly?”

I whimpered again. “Y-yes.”

“Yeah, you fucking are,” he growled.

He slid in another finger and increased his pace, finger-fucking me deeper. “Shit…ahhh…”

“I wanna feel my mate’s pussy squeezing my fingers. Give it to me, Jasmine. Give it to me now.”

I screamed and rocked uncontrollably against his hand as I came all over his fingers like he told me to. When I collapsed back, panting and trembling, he climbed off the bed and shucked his jeans. His long, thick cock jutted from his muscled body, and he curled his fingers around it, stroking slowly as he came back to me, between my spread thighs.

“Need to fuck you now, baby. Need it so fucking badly,” he choked out.

“Please,” I said, my voice husky from my screams.

He grabbed something off the floor, a condom. He tore the foil and rolled it on. I couldn’t believe I was doing this, that we were doing this. It could all go so fucking badly, but I wanted him. My desperation to feel him inside me again surpassed everything else.