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their bodies coming together was drowned out by her gasp and his moan. Amalija repeated the motion, desperate for that jolt. The fiery heat that pulsed through her ignited every nerve ending and every cell, making each one sing, desperate for more.
    He pounded his cock into her, and she slammed herself onto him. With each thrust, he stroked her, sending her higher and higher until everything around them faded, and only they existed.
    With waves of pleasure that went on and on, cresting and receding only to crest again higher and stronger, she shattered. The muscles in her pussy clenched and released around him with each ebb of the sensuous tide, taking—demanding—what was hers. With a hoarse moan, he shuddered and stilled as his cock jerked inside her.
    Amalija collapsed over him, tucking her face into his neck, inhaling his musky scent. More than anything, she wanted to complete the mating with her bite, but she closed her eyes and took one deep breath after another. They needed to talk, but she was too tired to do anything more than snuggle closer and drift off to sleep.
     
     
     

EIGHT
    Amalija woke slowly. With her head tucked on Wesken’s shoulder and his arm curled around her, she craved nothing more than to snuggle into his warmth and drift off again. She took a shaky breath. Part of her wanted to ignore the reality of what she had to do and bask in the joy of being in her mate’s arms, but she couldn’t. It wasn’t fair to either of them.
    “Why are you so tense all of a sudden?” he asked, his voice a little drowsy as though he’d just woken, as well.
    She lifted her head to look at him and licked her lips. His eyes darkened as his gaze followed the movement. He looked as though he would close the distance and kiss her. She couldn’t let that happen. Not until she had everything out in the open. Hell, maybe once he knew what she was doing, he’d help her. She wasn’t the bad guy after all.
    “We need to talk.”
    “So talk.”
    If only it were that easy. She took a fortifying breath. Whatever happened, she’d be okay. She didn’t want to leave the Komoro village, but one thing she’d learned having survived the horror of her past was that she was resilient. If she had to make a life for herself elsewhere, she would. She didn’t want to, but she could do it.
    Untangling herself from his body, Amalija sat up and scooted off the bed. She couldn’t lay in his arms. She needed to look the man in the eye and convince him that she wasn’t like them. He’d believe her. She hoped.
    Crossing over to her dresser, she grabbed a T-shirt and pulled it over her head. Her leg was sore but no more than if she had done some crazy exercise routine and had the muscle ache to prove it. One more day, and it would be good as new.
    “I’m not sure where to start,” she said as Wesken sat up. “There are things I need to say, and I’m not sure how you’ll react. I hope you can keep an open mind about it.”
    “Listen, I’m going to make this easy for both of us,” he said as he stood and ran his fingers through his hair, making it stand on end.
    She couldn’t help but take all of him in. How was she supposed to think, much less talk, when he stood there looking so sexy her body ached? When she brought her gaze back up, his eyes glittered, almost black. Cold. His jaw was set, and a muscle jumped as he clamped his teeth.
    “I’m not your mate, Amalija,” he blurted out.
    Her heart skidded to a halt. Of all things, she hadn’t expected that. “What do you mean?” Of course, he was her mate. Her wolf knew it. She knew it. There wasn’t a doubt in her mind that he was hers.
    “I’ve been mated before.”
    The words hung heavy between them. Her breath caught in her lungs. “I don’t understand.”
    “I should have said something sooner. I didn’t mean for this to happen,” he said as he swept a hand toward the bed.
    She opened her mouth to say something, but what could she say to that? He’d been