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  “I want to touch you,” she whispered.

  He chuckled softly. “That’s my line. In fact, that’s exactly what I’m going to do. I’ve waited far too long for this moment, agapitós.” He took both of her wrists and transferred them to one of his hands before pinning them above her head. “If you keep touching me the way you were, I can’t promise I’ll be gentle.”

  “Maybe, I don’t want you to be.”

  “You have no idea what you’re saying.”

  “I believe, I do.”

  Without another word, Paris buried his face in her neck again and with his free hand, he yanked her dress up until it was around her waist. Nudging her thighs apart with his knee, he placed his hand over her dew-soaked panties. She was already dripping wet for him and more than anything she needed him to relieve that ache inside of her core.

  Paris slipped the crotch of her panties aside and slid a finger into her damp pussy. “Look at how wet your cunt is. Is this all for me?” he asked as he eased his long digit in and out of her pussy.

  Camille bit her bottom lip unable to get the words out. She attempted to break free of the grasp he still had on her wrists so that she could touch him but he held her steady.

  She squirmed beneath the invasion of yet another finger inside of her and she loved every second of it. Paris raised his head and their eyes locked. “Do you like this, Anisa?”

  It was on the tip of her tongue to correct him for using the wrong name but the things he was doing to her were wreaking havoc on all of her thought processes. The only thing she could manage was a nod.

  “Listen to the way your body reacts to me, the way I make you feel.”

  The sound of her juices squishing inside of her as he fingered her hot cunt seemed to heighten the experience for her. But, it wasn’t quite enough. “More,” she softly pleaded.

  “Use your words, agapitós. Tell me what you want.”

  “I want to feel your mouth on me,” she spoke barely above a whisper but he heard her loud and clear and the smile that lingered on his sensual lips spread.

  “As you wish.” Finally, he released her wrists and moved down the length of her body. With one powerful motion, he ripped her panties off and tossed them aside. Paris grabbed her legs and flung them over his shoulders.

  Camille gripped the bedsheets on either side of her, bracing herself for his oral assault but when it didn’t immediately come, she released a whimper, raising herself slightly to determine why.

  Paris placed his hand on her midsection, gently pushing her back down. “Patience, agapitós,” he whispered. “I just want to look at this pretty pussy for a minute. Love the contrast of brown and pink. Like a treat made just for me. And, it’s so tight. Your scent is intoxicating.”

  His eyes glowed, changing from green to a dark amber glow. His wolf eyes. They sent a shiver up her spine because she recognized those eyes but before she could contemplate what that meant, Paris dove in, capturing her clit with his teeth. He sucked forcefully on the throbbing bundle of nerves and Camille could no longer remain still. She dug her fingers in his dark hair, grinding her pussy against his face.

  He bit down on her clit, applying just enough pressure to hurt in just the right way.

  “Oh, Paris, what are you doing to me?” She cried out.

  His answer was to give her pussy one long swipe with his tongue. He placed his hands on her swollen labia, parted them and dove in, once again. He devoured her, licking every inch of her sensitive flesh. He ate her pussy like a beast possessed, so when her orgasm came, it didn’t surprise her that he didn’t stop. Instead, Paris lapped her juices eagerly, slurping and drinking every drop of her essence.

  Camille shook her head from side to side. “I don’t think I can take anymore,” she sighed as he continued his sexual torment of her pussy. He licked her from her clit to the crack of her ass, taking his time to circle her rosette.

  When he slid two fingers inside of her again, as he latched back onto her clitoris, Camille rolled her eyes to the back of her head. She was so close to another climax and Paris didn’t seem as if he’d relent any time soon.

  She lifted her hips up and screamed her passion. Her rational mind would have told her that anyone in the house could hear her cries of pleasure, but all logical thought had flown out the door the second Paris had pulled her into his arms. She felt as though she were drowning in a wave of lust and had no interest in being rescued.

  When she reached her peak yet again, Camille’s body seized up at first and then a tremor started in her toes and finally shot up and through her entire body. She couldn’t stop shaking as she crested on wave after wave of pleasure. She’d never experienced anything so intense in her life and of that, she was certain.

  Slowly as she drifted back down from her erotic high, she noticed Paris staring at her with a smug grin on his face. “Now, tell me that Gaspard makes you feel that way.”

  He could have said a number of things to kill the moment but none were as effective as what he’d just uttered. Paris’s words were akin to a bucket of ice cold water being thrown over her.

  “Get off of me,” she ordered through clenched teeth.

  Paris raised a brow. “Pardon me?”

  “You heard me. Get off.” She took her legs off her shoulders and gave him a shove.

  She wasn’t sure if she’d managed to move him because of her strength or if just she’d taken him by surprise but she didn’t care. Camille couldn’t get away from him fast enough. She pulled her dress down and covered her exposed pussy while ignoring the cream still oozing down her thighs.

  Paris sat up. “What’s the matter?”

  “You did this to prove a point, knowing that I’m not unattached.” She scooted away from him to the furthest corner of the bed and pulled her knees to her chest. Her body still trembled from the pleasure he’d given to her but she felt used. “This may be a game to you, but this is my life. I’m with Gaspard so why would you do that to me?”

  Paris narrowed his eyes. “You’re acting as if you weren’t a willing participant. Look at my shirt? The buttons are gone because you ripped it apart. You begged me to taste your pussy so don’t pretend that you didn’t want it, too.”

  She opened her mouth to refute his statement but no words came out because what he’d said was true. Why did she allow him to do those things to her? And what about Gaspard? He’d be so hurt when he found out. He probably already knew because of all the noise they’d made. All he’d ever been to her was loving and protective and this was how she repaid him.

  Camille felt awful. In all the time she was with Gaspard, at least that she could remember, she’d never so much as been tempted by another person. But this Alpha walks into her life and she felt something toward him that she couldn’t explain. Though she would never admit it out loud, that was one of the reasons his presence had frightened her, because she felt an unexplainable connection.

  “Well, it doesn’t matter. It can never happen again.”

  “Oh, but it will happen again, Anisa, because we’re meant to be together.”

  “Stop saying that and stop calling me by that name!” She slid off the bed to put more distance between the two of them. “You come into my life and expect me to just forget everything I’ve been told these past years. Gaspard has no reason to lie to me. He’s kept me safe.”

  “But from what? Ask yourself that question.”

  Camille crossed her arms over her chest. “I don’t have to answer your questions. I don’t owe you any explanations.”

  Paris sighed as he rolled off the bed and stood up. “Maybe you don’t but you owe it to yourself. For instance, you keep saying that Gaspard has been your protector all these years. What exactly has he been protecting you from?”

  Camille was tempted to walk out the room and not answer his question but if it got him off her back then so be it. “From my old pack.”

  “Your old pack? And which pack might that be?”

  “I…” She frowned
“Gaspard never told me their name. He said it would be for the best. The less I knew about them the better, in case mentioning them brought up unhappy memories.”

  To her surprise, Paris threw his head back and laughed. “You have to know how ridiculous that sounds. He didn’t tell you the name of your pack because he didn’t want you to be haunted by unhappy memories? And yet, you haven’t been able to remember a thing in 26 years. Come on, use your head. When we knew each other, you were shy and trusting but I never took you for an idiot.”

  She charged across the room and slammed her fist into his chest, sending him flying back. The force of her blow sent him slamming into the wall.

  When she realized what she’d done, she gasped. “I’m sorry.

  Paris clutched his chest as he rose to his feet. “You pack a very powerful punch.”

  “I didn’t mean to do that.”

  Paris chuckled. “Didn’t you? Look, I didn’t mean to imply that you’re an idiot, just that the story Gaspard has fed you doesn’t make a lot of sense. What reason did he give that your pack would come after you?”

  Camille sighed figuring she might as well tell him everything she knew, and maybe then he’d see that Gaspard wasn’t a bad person as he was clearly intimating.

  She sat on the edge of the bed and folded her hands in her lap as she relayed her tale of how she and Gaspard had met and how they were being hunted by her old pack. When she was finished, Paris didn’t speak right away.

  Until then Camille had been looking down but she raised her head to find him staring down at her. The look he gave her was unexpected, it was filled with a mixture of anger, sadness, and sympathy.

  He didn’t have to say a word without her knowing what he was thinking. She was a damn fool. Now that she was actually saying the words out loud, everything Gaspard had told her didn’t exactly make sense, especially in light of the fact that Paris was claiming she had an adult daughter.

  There were a lot of gaps that needed to be filled but for the first time, she questioned Gaspard’s version of things.

  “I guess, now that I’ve said it out loud, it doesn’t quite make sense. But why would he lie to me? I know he loves me and only wants what’s best for me.”

  “Or maybe, that’s what he wants you to think. But, you need to ask him these questions.”

  “He’ll be so hurt,” she whispered.

  “Even though, he’s hurt you by keeping the truth from you all these years?”

  “This is all so much for me to take in.” One moment she was in denial. The next, she was being shown a picture of a woman Paris claimed to be her daughter. From there, she’d ended up flat on her back with his head between her legs. And, it all ended with her punching him hard enough to send him crashing into a wall.

  If someone would have told her that she’d end up doing any of those things, she would have called them crazy but they’d happened. All within an hour.

  “This is all in your hands, Anisa. What do you want to do?”

  “Please stop calling me that, Paris. I get that you might have known me as someone else but for these past 26 years, I’ve been Camille. I need to sort all of this out before I can embrace a different identity.”

  Paris looked as if he wanted to object but finally, he nodded. “Fine, I’ll call you Camille for now, but in my heart, you’ll always be my Anisa.”

  “Fair enough.”

  “I’m surprised that Gaspard allowed you to come up here. Come to think of it, why hasn’t he come upstairs to check on us?”

  “He didn’t really have much of a choice. This is my home, by the way, and I brought back up.”

  “Wait a minute. You haven’t hurt him, have you?”

  “I can assure you that my companions haven’t laid a hand on him and if by some chance they did, it was because Gaspard provoked them. And, I seriously doubt he wants that kind of trouble. So, are you ready?”

  She sighed. “Yes. I guess it’s time to confront Gaspard.”

  Chapter Six

  As he led Anisa—Camille down the stairs, Paris couldn’t help but lick his lips. He could still taste her pussy and he had to adjust his pants because of his hardening cock. When he’d gone to speak with her, the last thing Paris expected was to end up between her legs. But once his tongue was on her cunt, he couldn’t stop eating it. He’d exercised a considerable amount of restraint not to plow into her and fuck her hard and fast. But, that would have been too big a reminder of their first sexual encounter together.

  When he got her in his bed again, and he fully intended to, he would take things nice and slow. He’d be tender and worship her body from her head to her toes. For now, he would stand by her side as they confronted that weasel, Fortier.

  The story that she told him was probably the most fantastic load of shit he’d ever heard. He had to have her under some kind of spell for her to believe that crap. He couldn’t believe that she wouldn’t question Fortier after a while, especially since she managed to put two and two together so quickly when he’d told her about Sarah.

  Fortier was in the living room flanked by Constantine and Aries, while Steel, leaned against the wall across from them, his gaze steady on the other warlock.

  The Frenchman shot Paris a death stare as he walked into the room with Camille trailing behind him. He couldn’t help but smile a little because he knew that the other man had heard them upstairs despite the large size of this house.

  Constantine returned the smile. “I trust your talk was…productive?” He said it with just enough suggestion in his voice that there left no doubt in Paris’s mind what his son was implying.

  Fortier shot to his feet and started toward Camille but Paris blocked his way. “Not so fast. You have some explaining to do.”

  Ignoring him completely, Fortier looked over his shoulder. “Camille, what has he done to you? Did he hurt you?”

  She stepped from behind him and shook her head. “No. But like Paris said, we need to talk.”

  “Of course, my love but we can save it for when these gentlemen leave. I wanted to join you upstairs while you were no doubt being interrogated but I was forced to stay downstairs.

  Camille shot him a questioning glance. “You said, they wouldn’t hurt him.”

  “We didn’t lay a hand on him,” Aries spoke up. “We’re just very persuasive people.”

  “Gaspard, maybe you should take a seat so that we can have this discussion and before you say otherwise, I think it would be best that we have it while Paris is here.”

  Fortier shook his head. “Absolutely not. What have they done to you, Camille? This man is nothing to you.”

  “If he’s nothing to me, then why did you decide to accept his protection?”

  “Because we had no choice, they were after you. I’m not going to explain that to you with them here.” Fortier gave a sweeping glare to the other occupants in the room. “I think the four of you have done enough damage. Don’t you see what you’ve done to her? She’s clearly upset and it’s all your fault. I appreciate your offer of protection, but that does not mean you get to dictate the relationship between me and my wife.” He walked toward Camille again, but halted when Paris gave him a warning growl. “Don’t you see what they’re trying to do here? They’re trying to cause trouble for us.”

  “Why would they do that?”

  “Maybe they have some kind of alliance with your former pack.”

  “Gaspard, who is my former pack and why haven’t you told me who they are?”

  He waved his hand dismissively. “I’m sure I have told you before but it upset you.”

  Camille furrowed her brow. “Which is it Gaspard? Do you only think you told me or did you tell me and I got upset? It can’t be both.”

  Fortier turned bright red. “Camille, please don’t let them come between us. He’s just using you.”

  “And why would he want to do that? What could he possibly want with a shifter who’s incapable of shifting?”

  Paris could no longer re
main silent. “He told you that?” he roared. He’d been angry when he suspected the warlock was playing with Anisa’s memories but hearing that Fortier told Anisa that she was unable to shift was definitely some kind of trick. A shifter needed to shift like the air they breathed. It was part of their nature and to not be able to do so, had almost the same side effect of Malum, the illness that locked a shifter into their wolf form. Being unable to shift caused madness so the longer one of his kind remained in wolf form became more feral and mindless. It was a fate worse than death for most. He could imagine being stuck in her human form had surely done things to her mind. No wonder she couldn’t remember her past. This had to be some sort of side effect.

  Paris stormed across the room, leading with his fist before slamming it into the warlock’s face. “You son of a bitch!”

  Fortier stumbled back but not before he shot his hands out and elevated Paris off the ground and sent him flying through the air. Paris hit the ground with a loud thud. Before Fortier could get off another attack, Constantine and Aries were both on their feet and charging toward the warlock. Steel, however, intervened. “No need for you both to attack him. We need him lucid while he’s being questioned. Besides, I have him under an immobilization spell. He can’t move a muscle except for his mouth.”

  “You see what they’re doing to me, Camille. They want to take you from me.”

  “Shut your damn mouth until we ask you a fucking question. Why the fuck would you tell her that she can’t shift?” Paris demanded imagining the mental torment she must have experienced not being able to partake in the duality of her being.

  “Because she can’t. Perhaps, it was the attack.”

  Unable to help himself, Paris walked over to the warlock who was still on the ground and kicked in him in the ribs. “You’re a goddamn liar! You’re not a young warlock. You know how it is for our kind but you allowed her to go on like this for 26 years. You are a hateful piece of shit. You claim you love her but you don’t.” He looked over to Steel who silently observed the confrontation. “Are you sure this bastard isn’t practicing black magic?”