Change of Heart

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    "You hafta go," I told him. "You're not supposed to see me before the trial."
    Instead of moving, he crouched down, settling himself on the floor, showing me that he was no threat. As I watched him, he lifted his head, stretching his neck, an invitation for me to move closer. It was so hard to stay away, but I did it, intuitively knowing that touching him would only be torture for me.
    "Please go," I begged him, taking a step back toward the bathroom.
    He lifted his head and inhaled deeply, the purr loud and deep as it came out of him.
    "How did you get in here?" I asked, even though I knew.
    They had left him alone for only seconds, all the people keeping vigil around him. He had been waiting, watching, 202
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    knowing that there would come a moment when everyone was occupied, family, friends, all eyes off of him, and in that flicker of time, he had made his escape and come to me.
    "Logan," I said, taking another step back. "Please go."
    He purred instead, and a wall of heat slammed into me as his pheromones filled the room. I grabbed for the bookcase to steady myself. I was desperate to submit. To be dominated was chemically, emotionally, and physically ingrained in me, and to fight against the onslaught of seeing him and smelling him was almost too much to bear. I needed him to go away.
    He came toward me, his eyes never leaving mine, and because my legs could no longer hold me, I slid down the side of the bookcase to the floor. I could hear my heart beating like a rabbit's as he advanced on me, but I didn't move, frozen where I was, waiting.
    He stretched out beside me, and my hands sank into the thick golden fur, savoring the feel of the silky texture. I was unable to keep from running my chin over the top of his head.
    The rough tongue that licked behind my ear, down the side of my neck, to my shoulder, made me shiver. When he lowered his massive head, rubbing his chin over my groin through the towel wrapped around me, I let out a hoarse moan, my fingers clutching at his fur. Just that much contact made me hard.
    He moved fast, fluidly, his body like water running through my hands as he forced me down on my back, huge paws on either side of my head. I looked up into hungry eyes and felt my heart flutter in my chest. He bumped my chin with his nose, and I leaned my head back, exposing my throat. The 203
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    flick of his tongue sent shivers spilling over my skin, causing deep trembling. When his weight settled over me, lightly, not pinning me to the floor, pushing my thighs apart, I arched up against him, my hot skin needing more.
    "Reah." The word came out as a snarl.
    My eyes, which I hadn't realized I'd closed, popped open as I looked up into his leering face, transformed that fast from beast to werepanther. His clawed hands shredded the towel as I tried to squirm away; my hips were grabbed and lifted as he yanked me forward, bending and engulfing my cock in searing, liquid heat. His name tore out of my throat.
    He sucked hard, and his tongue swirled over my shaft, so strong, rough over my sensitive skin, making me writhe under him. Everything was wet and slippery, his saliva sliding down into my crease from his ongoing attention. I froze for a second when his fangs accidentally touched me, piercing just slightly, but the electrifying pain was easily overcome by the frenzied needs of my body.
    "Please, Logan," I begged him, all my duty drowned in my need for my mate. "Fuck me."
    My shaft was released as his arms slid under my bent legs, his claws digging first into my hips and then my ass as he spread my cheeks and sank slowly into me. My body spasmed as the sensations rolled through, and I caught my breath when he slid almost all the way out only to glide right back in seconds later. When his fingers closed tightly around my hard, throbbing cock, I moaned loudly. I had never had a lover that wanted me as much as Logan did, never had one that wanted to hear my cries of pleasure, and never, ever had 204
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    I been made love to instead of just being fucked. The tears were unexpected, but reasonable.
    "Beautiful." His voice was full of gravel. "So beautiful."
    I felt the change in his rhythm from slow, sensual stroking to hard pounding that rammed into me, pushing me forward across the floor until my hands hit the bed frame, and I braced myself against it. He roared then, as he was able to bury himself inside me,