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“It’s not your fault, Knox. You can’t be held accountable for things out of your control.”

And that was exactly the message he was trying to convey to her, wasn’t it? She couldn’t be responsible for taking out an entire race because of one incident that had affected her. She couldn’t base her whole life on revenge and vengeance. It had slowly eaten away at her over the years, and it would continue to do so until she became someone she didn’t want to become. Someone with no feelings, no remorse—a former shell of herself.

She’d already started down that path, and if she’d made it to the threshold and stepped over, she’d never be herself again.

Still, how was she supposed to live with the knowledge of the rogue lycans and not do anything to help stop their actions against the innocent? Then it dawned on her. Instead of fighting out of anger and vengeance, she should have been fighting for a better future for all those affected, including herself. She couldn’t continue to kill every lycan she came across after meeting Knox. If she had succeeded in killing him, she would have taken out an integral part of keeping the lycans under control.

A sinking feeling bloomed in the pit of her stomach when realization swirled inside her. Her goal had been focused on wiping out an entire species, but Knox had been focused on saving his race by eliminating those who threatened their survival. If she had succeeded in killing him, it may have, in fact, aided the existence of lycans since Knox would have been unable to further help keep the rogues under control. Her need for revenge had blinded her to the bigger picture.

She looked into his glowing eyes, and desire for him hit her hard and spiraled out of control. While she was willing to admit that he wasn’t the monster she’d originally believed him to be, she didn’t think she was ready to explore sex with the one thing she’d hated for so long. But, God, she wanted him like she’d never wanted any man. She already knew what his soft, firm, full lips felt like—fire and every delectable, forbidden thing in life. He tasted of the woods and wilderness, wild, free, and dangerous.

He cupped her nape and brought his mouth to hers before she had fully convinced herself that this was a bad idea. When his lips touched her, all rational thought disappeared like smoke in the wind.

He kept the kiss gentle and slowly dipped his tongue into her mouth. She groaned, and he growled low before slanting his head further to the side to deepen the thrust of his tongue. The kiss soon built and went from coaxing to dominating.

She’d never understood the appeal of domination, but now that Knox was leaning over her, kissing her, she shivered in excitement at the thought of submitting to his every request, of being the one to fulfill his every need, of having every one of her needs fulfilled by him. His hand slipped under her shirt and cupped her bare breast, and when he rolled the stiff peak of her nipple between his fingers, heat spread deep down in her belly and rushed to her core.

Her skin was so overly sensitized that she was truly amazed it didn’t hurt when he touched her. Instead his fingers left a trail of hot, achy, needy want behind. Her hands came up of their own accord and skimmed over his shirt, along the hard planes of his pecs, and down across chiseled abs.

He was hard, unyielding under her fingers, and he growled low when she slid her palms back up and over his chest. The growl encouraged her boldness, and she gently tweaked one of his nipples through the fabric before running her hand down his side, over his hip, and let it rest on his muscular thigh.

She wanted to slide her fingers further, until they made contact with his cock, but before she could do so, he expertly rolled her to her back and covered her with his big body, taking her lips once again before the erotic haze cast over her mind could clear. His knee came up and wedged between her legs, and she tightened her thighs around him. He moved against her in a rhythm that encouraged her to raise her hips against him, enhancing the delectable friction building inside her.

She gasped into his mouth when he came into contact with her most sensitive part, and nearly cried out at the intense pleasure that ripped through her, threatening to tear her apart. He increased the rhythm, and she strained against him, begging for more. The pressure built, and Knox trailed his lips along her jaw, down her neck, and over one breast, where he tongued her through her shirt. The riptide of her orgasm shot through her when he bit down gently on one nipple, and she cried out as she rode his thigh in unabashed abandon.

* * *

Knox thought he might explode at any minute. He’d not felt this out of control since he’d been a young pup full of hormones, but damn if Rose didn’t make him feel like a randy teenager again. He bit down gently on her nipple, tonguing the hard pebble through her shirt while she rubbed against his thigh. She was close. He could feel the tension building in her body, scent her excitement, and within moments her body jerked and she cried out, and he had no choice but to watch her lovely face as she came.

Her pale eyes were wide, staring at him in wonder as she clamped her legs around him and undulated against his thigh. Her hair flowed wildly around her head, and her lips were swollen from his kisses. He ached to shred their clothing and bury himself deep inside her while she rode out the last waves of her orgasm, yearned for her slick heat to surround him, her muscles to clench and unclench around him, wanted to feel her welcome him . . . home.

But the hazy cloud of desire wore off fast, and he was aware of the very instant her eyes cleared from the fog of her orgasm. He’d gone too far too fast. She’d only just trusted him enough to tell him about what had happened to her friend, and instead of comforting her, he’d jumped her. What the hell was wrong with him?

He sat up and shook his head in exasperation. He had no control around her. Once he touched her, he was lost, lost in the urge to take her, lost in the overwhelming need to love her, lost to everything but the taste, feel, and scent of her.

“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have done that.” He stood, hoping to ease the pressure of his cock straining against his jeans.

When she didn’t say anything, he turned to find her staring at him. A mix of confusion and anger marred her lovely features. A tickle of warning on the back of his neck told him he’d fucked up. What had he done now?

“You’re sorry?” The barely whispered words would have been missed by most.

He’d heard them, though, and now when her eyes fell to the floor, he wanted to kick himself. He was so out of practice with women. He’d insulted her. He went to her and kneeled beside the couch.

“I didn’t mean—”

Before he could tell her that he’d only meant that he was sorry he’d taken advantage of her in her vulnerable state, she scrambled off the couch and fled to the bedroom. Yeah, he was really out of practice where women were concerned. He wanted to go after her, make her listen to his explanation. He wanted her to know that there was no other woman for him, that he had barely been able to keep from ripping her clothes off and taking her on the couch as she came apart under him. Yet, he wasn’t so out of practice that he didn’t know she needed some breathing room.

He did remember that about women. Once you hurt them, give them a tad bit of space—not too much, so it didn’t seem like you didn’t care—or you’d risk cornering a spitting mad she-devil. And Rose had the skills to make him hurt, not to mention that he’d probably deserve whatever she dished out to him. He’d never lay a hand on her to stop the punishment either. He might restrain her, might hold her down—his cock pulsed again at the thought. He growled in frustration and reached down to adjust himself. The prospect of constraining her was exciting not only to him as a man, but also to the predator. The wolf craved domination.