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Rome?” I asked as I gazed up into his hazel eyes.
    “The same thing we’ve been doing for the past few months—having fun. What’s wrong?”
    I encircled my arms around his neck, his arm hooking behind my back, bringing me closer to him. “I don’t know, I just want to understand us—whatever us is.”
    “Ace, I thought we discussed this already,” he whispered over my lips. “We’re fooling ourselves if we think a relationship could ever work.” He kissed me and I didn’t hesitate. I opened my mouth and let his tongue slip in. My hands were already in his hair as he worked my shirt off and unclipped my bra. He lifted himself and I grabbed his belt buckle, his lips trailing kisses down my neck.
    “I just,” I moaned. “I just thought maybe—maybe, I don’t know,” I tried to form a complete sentence but Roman’s tongue had made its way to my breast and I couldn’t think straight. My hands reached above me and gripped the armrest of the sofa. My claws extended and they latched on to the fabric as I teared through it. Soft suckles and licks made my body purr. The sensation doubled—the wolf heightened every touch and it was ecstasy.
    “I guess we’re due for a new couch,” Romans cold breath hardened my nipple.
    “Yes,” I groaned.
    He chuckled. “Ace, don’t worry about the future, all I care about is the present, and you. Can that be enough for now?”
    I didn’t care anymore as I nodded my head vigorously. I started to pull his jeans over his ass, pushing them down his thighs with my bare feet. “Hurry,” I moaned as he slid my mini skirt around my waist. With no warning, Roman flipped me over and pulled my ass toward his hips. My back slammed against his chest as he wrapped his arm around my stomach, holding me steady. His stony lips lingered on my skin as he adjusted himself.
    “None of it matters, Ace, because I’ll never get enough of you,” he said as he slammed me down onto him. I screamed into the empty apartment as my eyes flashed silver in pleasure. I couldn’t get enough either.
     
    ***
     
    The afternoon sun filtered in through the slits of the curtains. Cold arms wrapped me up against a brick of ice. Roman held on to me as if he feared losing me and I wished these small moments were enough, but they weren’t.
    When I moved to LA, staying with Roman was supposed to be temporary until Lucian could find me my own place. But as the nights went by, and my dreams were plagued by nightmares of Caleb—the skinwalker I had killed—I had trouble falling asleep. I wasn’t completely over Caleb, but the nightmares were few and far between. And once I began working with the LAPD, I started keeping a notebook—my own personal kill list. At the moment there were four tally marks in it, a reminder of the bad I’m capable of. Roman was the only thing that helped me sleep. What started off as a friendly bedmate to keep me safe and not alone at night, turned to a cuddle here and there, and then full-on getting naked. If Sebastian and Jonah could see me now, I think I’d give them both a damn embolism.
    I had been okay with our arrangement at first. We scratched each other’s itch, without the complication of labels and formalities. Roman didn’t want a relationship because it was rare to find someone who would live forever, so I understood why he didn’t want to get his hopes up. At the time, I didn’t care because I wasn’t feeling anything. I had lost my whole life and needed to do something reckless that would make me feel alive—and it worked—until now. Now I wanted more…
    I peeled Roman’s arm off me and I froze when he stirred. I didn’t want to wake him and try to go for another round—I didn’t have the stamina to keep up with him. When I felt it was safe for me to move again, I quickly slipped out of bed. Wrapped in a discarded bedsheet, I tip-toed out of his bedroom. The clock on the microwave said it was just past three in the afternoon. I had less than three