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  3. CLAWS & CROCHET
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  5. CONTENT WARNING
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  64. EPILOGUE
  65. VISIT FOLK HAVEN
  66. SEDUCED BY A SELKIE
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  68. ALSO BY LAUREN CONNOLLY
  69. ABOUT THE AUTHOR

Memories of our previous encounter flash through my mind. Half of me wants to repeat the experience move for move just to ensure the same mind-shattering result. But the other half of me wants to come up with new avenues to pleasure.

Suddenly, I realize my oversight. Last time, I treated Warner like a human man. I didn’t even consider the possibilities that come along with his supernatural status.

“How strong are you?”

38

WARNER

I tilt my head up, searching her gaze. If Zoey were a wolf, her eyes would be turning black. As it is, I watch her pupils expand with excitement.

With the odd tracks her mind sometimes takes, I can’t fathom what her goal is. But I hope she has something dirty planned.

“Lifting this couch on my own wouldn’t be a problem.” Since I don’t go to the gym, I can’t offer my benching numbers.

“When you carry me …” Her breath catches, and her pulse pounds so hard that I can watch it flutter under her skin.

“Light as a feather.”

My human nods, her eyes tracking over me, and then she abruptly sits up, which pushes her ass into my straining erection. I groan, eager for the moment I can push inside her tight heat again.

“I’ve decided against the couch,” Zoey announces.

“You want me to carry you to the bed?” Please say yes.

“No.”

“Then—”

“How do you feel about fucking me up against a wall?”

My answer is to scoop her up in my arms, holding her close against my chest as I move to the middle of the room.

“Which wall?”

Zoey chuckles, smoothing her hands over my tight shoulders. Her touch is fire and torture, and I never want her to stop.

Instead of choosing, she leans into me and bites the lobe of my ear.

I grunt and stumble forward, finding the nearest space, an expanse of bare wood to press her up against. My hips and chest pin her in place, and she gasps when I rock against her.

But then she utters the one word sure to freeze all the heated lust coursing through me.

“Stop,” Zoey commands.

And I listen, immediately stepping back and letting her feet settle on the floor. My eyes trace over her body, searching for where I went wrong. Nothing is obvious, but I yearn to know. To correct my mistake.

“Zoey, I⁠—”

“Do you want to lick my pussy again?”

A shiver works a slow path through my body, and I can imagine blackness seeping into my eyes.

“Yes,” I growl.

The thought of having Zoey’s taste on my tongue brings my animalistic nature to the surface.

“Then, get on your knees.”