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“Kaja,” I say carefully through my fangs. “I need to takecare of you.”

She shakes her head. “It hurts.”

She covers her pussy with her hand, showing me where herpain is greatest.

It strikes me suddenly that there’s an easy solution. Whyisn’t she masturbating? I shove my hand under hers and cup her pussy. Her eyesfly open.

“No,” she says helplessly. She seems to know she can’t fightme so she plays to my sympathy. In this case, I can’t have any. “No mating.”

I keep my eyes and voice soft as my hand rubs against theflesh of her pussy. She’s soaking wet. I let my hand dip inside her and my dickgets hard as a rock. It’s going to be a long night. I can’t take her. Shehasn’t given me permission. The drug doesn’t change that. I’ll take care ofher, but I’ll be going without. I refuse to be one more person who takes fromKaja and gives nothing back.

She tries to push my hand away, her legs rubbing restlessly.“No. Leave me alone.”

I have to wonder. She’s obviously in extreme pain. She isn’ta virgin by her own admission. Why is she fighting? Why isn’t she trying totake care of herself? I try to remember her words from before. “Kaja, you willmind me. Be still. Tell me something, sweetheart, when the Second held you downfor the mating, did he pleasure you?”

Her eyes are feverish, the pupils large. “Women receivechildren from the mating. Men receive pleasure. Everyone knows this.”

I feel a slow smile spread across my face. That door Islammed closed with my idiotic admission swings open again. I let my thumbdrift up, sliding over her plump clitoris and sigh. She has all the parts foran orgasm. She simply needs someone who knows what he’s doing. I might not bethe greatest businessman in the world. I’m not CEO material like my sister. Ican’t recall amazing amounts of data like Cian or wield a sword like Beck. Butthere is one thing I’m confident in.

“Sweetheart,” I cajole softly as I circle that nubbin offlesh I intend to get acquainted with. “Those men were idiots. They were boyswith tiny dicks who didn’t know how to please a woman. I assure you, I’ll takecare of you.”

I grin and gently force her legs apart. The night is lookingup.

Chapter Eight

Kaja

I feel like I am on fire. My insides are burning. Poison.Someone—that mean gnome—poisoned me. I groan, and my legs draw up. I try toslap away Dante’s hands, but he does something and it felt so good I moan. Heis slipping his fingers into that secret part of me.

“No,” I whisper. “Don’t.”

He does not want me, not really. He might wish to slip hismale parts into me, but he will not stay with me for long. I am not sure why heis playing with me. Why does he wish to put his fingers inside my woman’splace?

“Stop it, Kaja,” he says in a deep voice.

I look up and see his magnificent fangs on heart-stoppingdisplay. They are long and so sharp it makes me sigh. He is beautiful. I lovehis lean body. It is so different from the bulky bodies of the pack males, butno less strong. The First’s body is elegant. He will not overwhelm me with hisweight. His eyes are the green of the forest. I enjoy looking at him. At Dante.I know I will not enjoy the physical process of mating, but he does not seemlike a man who will walk away when he is done. He allows me to be close to him.Perhaps the mating will not be so bad if he wraps his arms around me afterward.

I have never slept with another’s arms around me.

I was overjoyed at the thought of mating with such acreature. Then he told me of his plan, and I knew. I am in the same situation Iwas in with the pack. He does not want a family with me. He only wants hispleasure. He isn’t any different. I do not belong here, either. This place isfilled with pain.

I try to move away from him. He caresses me in a way thatmakes me uncomfortable. It is too intimate. He should not do such things.

“Why not, sweetheart?” Dante asks, and I realize I said whatI was thinking. He is merciless. One hand is on my stomach holding me downwhile the other does strange things. I squirm, trying to unseat his probingfingers. “Don’t you like it?”

I do not. It is disturbing. His hand covers that part of methat aches. I need to cool it down, but he blankets me instead. I do not likethe way he rubs me. And then I do. He rubs the pad of his thumb firmly acrossmy core, and I cry out. A heat pours from my center. I moan as he continues.

He is smiling down at me, looking pleased with himself.“See, you liked that, didn’t you? You are ridiculously wet. You would feel sogood. Your little pussy is tight as a fucking vise. This Second of yours, hewas an asshole, you know that, right? If he’d done that to you here, he wouldbe arrested and tossed into jail.”

I do not understand half of what he is saying. My bodytwitches from his magic.

“What is this feeling?” I pant as I ask the question. Mybody feels pleasantly soft. His motions slow and become languid.

“It’s called an orgasm,” he replies in that silky way ofhis. I love his voice when it gets thick like honey. Most of the time he speaksso quickly I lose track. I like it when his tone goes deep and husky. “Youshould have one every time a man touches you. If you don’t, punch him in theface. And that includes me.”

“I don’t want to punch you,” I reply honestly.

Dante’s green eyes are wide before he fills the room withhis laughter. “Well, I’ll count myself lucky then. Kaja, I know you told me nojust then and I kept touching you. I only did that because you’re in pain andyou don’t understand how I can help you. You do now, right?”