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"You have a Were friend?" Shock reverberated through her. Most of the Weres kept to themselves in their own territory and only mingled on the edges of the human world.

"Yeah, but I'm sure you'll understand if I keep his identity a secret."

"Uh, yeah." Holy shit! That put a whole new light on things. "It doesn't bother you that your friend turns into a wolf? That he eats raw meat and goes on the hunt once a month?"

"Well, it makes bar hopping a little tricky but other than that, no doesn't bother me a bit. We all have our quirks."

"Turning into a wolf is a little more than a quirk!"

"I'd rather have a friend that turned fuzzy once a month than one that would steal my girlfriend or screw me over. There are a lot of shitty people in the world. When you find a good one you don't let him go."

Sh'rell fell silent as she considered his words. This put a different spin on things. She'd been attracted to him from the start and obviously he'd reciprocated that feeling. She'd been cautious because of the human-Were angle. It was one thing to have an affair with a man when he thought she was human. It was a whole different story to have an affair when he knew she was a Were.

She'd already decided she was going to have sex with him at least once before she died. But if he had a friend who was a Were did that mean he could accept her as a Were too? A surge of fear slammed into her gut at the implications of that thought. Did she want him to accept her for longer than it took to have a hot affair with him?

And what about his plans to tour the country and become a rock star? It wasn't like she could stand up under that sort of scrutiny.

Shit, this was insane. Her brain ran around in circles over where a relationship with Reza might go and she didn't know if she'd ever get her Were senses back or if she'd even live out the next day.

And even with all the craziness dancing around in her head, her body was still on fire for him.

His hands had moved to her lower back, slightly above her ass. The only thing that shielded her butt from his gaze was the thin cotton of his boxer shorts. Shorts that were probably soaked through with her juices. Cripes, she'd never had so much foreplay when there was no chance of having sex in her life.

And it blew chunks.

Sh'rell rocked her hips slightly, trying to ease the ache blooming between her legs.

"Something wrong, sweetheart?"

Nothing several hours of hot, sweaty sex wouldn't take care of. "No, I'm fine."

"Good, because I'm dying over here. You have the best ass I've ever seen, lady."

"I bet you say that to all the girls."

"If you didn't have bruises covering half your body, I'd show you just how wrong you are."

Sh'rell opened her mouth to tell him her bruises didn't feel all that bad but the words were interrupted by a banging on the door.

"You have ten seconds to open up or I'm kicking the door in!"

 

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