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Julia lay back naked against Damien’s chest, and he held her close in arms that were not entirely human.
Werewolf. Shifter. Animal.
“What are you worried about?” Damien asked, squeezing her naked hip. The bright light of morning washed over the tops of the pine trees above, and Julia blinked hard.
“Stop reading my thoughts,” Julia said, looking up at him. His scars gleamed white in the daylight, crisscrossing over his eyes and down to his cheeks, and she wondered how it had taken her so long to notice them. Of course he had been wearing glasses before. Before she knew who he was. What he was. She shivered then, and he drew her close, feeling her shudder on his own skin.
“Not your thoughts, darling,” he said, pressing a kiss to her forehead. “Your emotions. You feel frightened.”
“Stop reading my emotions, then,” she said. “It’s not fair.”
“Because you can’t read mine?”
“Yes,” Julia said.
“You ask me to do the impossible,” Damien said. “I don’t know if I could stop reading you if I tried. You’re my mate.”
“Try,” Julia whispered, her voice small and vulnerable. “I’m thinking about the wolf you fought.”
Damien’s eyebrows furrowed into a frown.
“I’m sorry,” he said. “Maybe we shouldn’t have moved so quickly.” His lips moved down from her forehead to her cheek, feathering light kisses along her jawline. “I just couldn’t stop myself once I met you. I had to have you. I needed you. I needed to do this–”
“Ohh!” Julia let out a soft moan as Damien kissed her neck just below her ear, sending shivers of pleasure throughout her body that shot from the nerve endings in her neck all the way down to her feet. Her toes curled, involuntarily.
“Let me take your mind off of the fight. Off of everything that you’re worried about,” Damien said. His tongue darted out and licked her skin. She inhaled sharply, her lips falling apart.
“Damien,” Julia gasped.