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Rafe
I get up early to shift and run because staying in bed with Adele last night had me half feral and awake most of the night. I pleasured her twice more before we slept, and watching her come might be the highlight of my entire life.
Maybe I should claim her. The guys are right. I can’t go on this way much longer–it will end in disaster. Best case, it actually kills me. Worst case, I hurt Adele or someone else I love.
Yes, I love her. Shifters don’t think in terms of love. Mating is more biological to us, yet I’m starting to understand what humans must feel. It goes beyond physical attraction. It’s the need to just be near her. To listen to the sound of her voice, to learn the complexities of what makes her so special.
I find our clothing still out on the deck, frozen to the wood
