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Then, with a quiet growl, he turns me, bending me forward over the desk. Cool wood meets my palms as he presses me down, his body following, heat and muscle closing around me. One hand fists in my hair, tilting my head just enough for his breath to brush my ear; his other hand splays across my hip, securing me in place.
“You’ve run from me for weeks,” he murmurs, voice low and lethal. “You’ve avoided me, denied me…” His grip tightens, my cheek flat against the desk now, his chest flush against my back. “Now I’m going to teach you who your body belongs to.”
The words coil around me like chains. My wolf thrashes against them, not to escape—but to revel. My human side trembles, caught in the firestorm of fear and need, every nerve stretched tight.
Seth quickly rids himself of his clot
