The Beta's Rebound

OI

s hand was hooked around my hips. I...I was also naked. Usually, one would scream in this sort of situation but I couldn't risk waking the sleeping man. My memories were coming back. Hazy recollections but I was beginning to understand what had transpired last night. We had talked a bit more and he had suggested sex. That wasn't the jaw dropping part. He was high on something and so was I but the jaw dropping part was that I accepted. Not because I saw his offer as a ticket to escape having to deal with my overbearing guardians. But because I thought he was cute. I remained seated for a minute. Maybe two. What was I doing? I was staring at his face. Everything about him was incredible. From the strong nape of his neck, the dark blonde sheen of his superbly cut hair to the strong line of his jaw

Matthan's baritone voice caused me

extended. It was distracting for him to do that. Also, why was he rock hard? "I didn't

as tempting I would admit. John had been a sexual creature himself and he indoctrinated me. My sexual drive was at an all time high but I

than. I would like to think I did considerin

e." He ac

not to mention I have a shift to cover by 10. I don't know what Beta werewolves do but you can do that if you w

had made a grave mistake. Matthan was not the first man to get a lil bit attached after a one night stand. He might

nd turned to give him

ore difficult to do so with every passing second. It made me shudder because my birth mother had told me something about it before. She had draped it in with her fairytales but I was no fool. I knew what a mate bond was and what it did to people. I had no first hand experience with what the mate bond was supposed to feel like but the sens

. I know you felt it too. That spark. It's how last night happened.

ched and my hands were practically shaking

t a date." He answered

a werewolf in my right senses. So can we just leave it at this and go our separate ways?" I made sure to be harsh and direct. It was the only way out of this m

m, and then, closing up to me, he lowered his mouth down to mine. I made no resistance. None at all. With a tiny sigh, deep in my throat, I parted for him, letting him taste me, letting his tongue glide into my mouth, deepening his kiss. It felt good. He felt good. My ha

As I walked through his front door, wonder seared through me. What was that, I asked myse

oice I had asked to vanish in the aftermath of my family tragedy. The

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