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  She lifted her gaze, holding his. He looked angry now. “I know. Sylvia found out what they were attempting to do when she overheard a boy snarling, and me yelling at him. He was frustrated that his vibes didn’t work, and I was angry that he’d tried that bullshit on me. So she went to Arlis.”

  “Sylvia is your foster mother?”

  She nodded.

  “No male should ever use his dominance on a female that way.”

  “Arlis agreed.”

  “So, what laws did he write specifically for you?”

  “No one is allowed to challenge me. No fighting with or physically harming me. I don’t have the shifter ability to defend myself. I can’t grow claws. He felt they’d have an unfair advantage even in skin. Which is true. I’m stronger than a human woman would be, but I’m not nearly as strong as a full Werewolf. They’d kick my ass, and I fully admit it. No dominant-vibes bullshit to force me to someone’s will.” She dropped her gaze again, because his stare was too intense for her to withstand. “Not that it works anyway. And anyone willing to bed me must mate me if they get me pregnant. Hence the condoms.” This was so embarrassing. “But no forcing me to mate with them. It must be my decision. That about covers it.”

  “Okay.”

  “Oh, and they can’t hurt me during sex. But I know you won’t. We don’t have to go into that.” Her blush burned hotter in her cheeks.

  “Arlis actually needed to make that a law?”

  She nodded. “He sat me down when I was sixteen to explain shifter sex, and how my body was different from other girls’. That’s the age when most of our teens begin having sex and fooling around. My alpha cares about me, and he was worried someone would become too rough. I heal better than a human does but not as fast as a Were. He wanted me to know that he’d explained to the boys that I had more brittle bones and skin, and they’d be punished if they weren’t careful.”

  “What is their punishment?”

  “He’d beat them in front of everyone. The severity of the beating is his judgement call, depending on the injuries they may have inflicted.”

  He frowned.

  “You know…break my arm, and he’d break theirs repeatedly for the amount of time it took me to heal, so they’d understand the pain I’d have to endure. That kind of stuff.”

  He smiled slightly. “Good to know.”

  She glanced at his mouth. “You’re not part of our pack. The laws don’t apply to you. It’s okay if you need to bite me. I won’t mistake it for a claim, Trayis.”

  Surprise flickered in his eyes as she studied them.

  “I know you’re part Vampire, and they drink blood. So that would likely be why you’d bite me, instead of the reason a Werewolf might.”

  “That doesn’t scare you?”

  “I’m not afraid.” That was the truth. “Maybe I have bad instincts but…I’m drawn to you.”

  “What do you want?”

  “Just you, Trayis.”

  “Condoms.” He held out his hand.

  She reached inside her bra and withdrew the linked wrappers, warm from being against her skin. He took them without comment and jerked his head toward the bedroom.

  She felt nervous as she made her way to the back of the trailer. The bed was a large one for the space, taking up most of the room. It had also been made. She turned to find Trayis blocking the doorway, filling the entire frame.

  “Clothes off,” he rasped.

  Her hands trembled a little as she began to strip. “Aren’t you going to get naked, too?”

  “You’re shaking. Are you certain you’re not afraid?” He inhaled through his nose.

  “I’m not afraid but a bit nervous,” she confessed.

  “And you’re sure you want me?”

  Worry surfaced that he’d change his mind and ask her to leave. “Positive.”

  Shay shed all her clothes, grateful that she’d showered and shaved that morning. She reached up and pushed her blonde hair back over her shoulder.

  His gaze lowered down her body—and she swore the golden streaks in his eyes brightened. Then she remembered his Vampire bloodlines. It wasn’t a trick of her imagination. She’d never seen a Vampire in person, but she’d heard about their traits. They could control minds, and she’d also heard their eyes could take on a luminescent quality when they were hungry or sexually aroused.

  “Stretch out on your back and spread your legs.”

  She did as he asked. Warmth heated her face as she bent her legs and then parted them wide, exposing her sex to him.

  He growled low and tore his shirt over his head, tossing it on the floor. His legs moved as she guessed he was kicking off his shoes. He reached down, unfastening his jeans. She locked her attention there and masked her features in case things turned scary.

  He dropped to his knees, though, before he exposed his cock, reached for her, and his big hands slid under her ass. She gasped when he jerked on her, pulling her closer. Her bent elbows propping her up slid out from beneath her, and she ended up lying flat on her back.

  That hadn’t been expected. Nor was expected when he lowered his face without warning and snarled.

  She tensed when she felt his lips on her inner thigh. He licked her skin, pressing a kiss there, and then lightly raked his teeth against. She felt the sharp tips of his fangs but there wasn’t any pain. It was possible he needed to feed before sex.

  “Do it,” she urged, hoping it wouldn’t hurt. She sealed her lips tightly together, silently promising not to cry out in pain if it did.

  Instead, he kissed her thigh again, ran his tongue along her skin, and inched upward. Her eyes widened as he nibbled his way closer to her sex. Trayis slid his hands out from under her ass and splayed them on her inner thighs, pushing them even farther apart and pinning them against the mattress.

  The first brush of his tongue across her clit had her jerking under him. It felt odd—and amazing. He focused his attention on the sensitive nub. He licked at her, sucked, and she closed her eyes. Pleasure jolted through her and a moan escaped.

  Trayis growled, adding vibrations as he ruthlessly attacked her clit.

  She tried to buck her hips to get away. She couldn’t think, swamped by ecstasy so strong it nearly hurt. It was too much, too intense, and she arched her back, clawing at the bedding.

  Shay threw her head back and yelled his name as climax tore through her.

  Trayis stopped as she panted and tried to pull herself together. Embarrassment came swiftly. It shouldn’t have happened so fast. But nothing had prepared her for that. She tried to think of some excuse for her quick trigger and wondered if she should apologize.

  She opened her eyes, staring at the white ceiling above her, not daring to look at him. He probably thought she was even more pathetic than her pack did.

  “Roll over and get on your hands and knees,” Trayis ordered. His voice didn’t sound right. It came out too deep, too husky.

  She rolled, still avoiding his gaze. It would have been nice if he’d decided to take her missionary style, but she wasn’t going to ask. She got on her hands and knees, spreading her legs about six inches apart and arching her back to shove her ass higher. Her foster mother had given her the sex talk about Werewolves. It was the standard submissive position for a female to take with a dominant.

  The mattress dipped, and Trayis got on the bed behind her. Something landed on the mattress next to her, and she turned her head, seeing three of the condom packets. Shay assumed he was putting the fourth one on. She licked her lips, breathed deeply, and waited.

  He put one hand on her hip, getting a firm grip, and his legs braced outside of hers. Slight fear surfaced but she pushed it back. Trayis wouldn’t hurt her.

  His finger slid between the folds of her pussy, and he rubbed her clit. It was oversensitive but it still felt good. Shay moaned.

  “Damn,” he growled. “Are you ready?”

  “Yes.”

  “You’re not as big as I’m used to.”

  Sh