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virgin.
    Her body wanted it enough. As Jeremy pulled Sarah’s shirt off and cupped her breasts,
     Sarah’s nipples hardened and her back arched.
    “Take your bra off,” Jeremy said. “Show them to me.”
    Sarah reached behind her back and unhooked her bra, freeing her breasts. She could
     feel how heavy they’d grown, sensitive with desire and aching to be touched.
    Sliding her bra straps off her shoulders, Sarah pushed the lacy cups aside. Jeremy
     moaned and lowered his head, taking one of her nipples in his mouth while his hand
     kneaded her other breast.
    Sarah’s hips arched up as desire pooled low in her body. Feeling her response, Jeremy
     moved his hand from her breast to cup the heat between her legs. His fingers massaged
     Sarah’s clit through her clothing and Sarah made a small sound of pleasure as her
     hips bucked up against his hand.
    “God, Sarah.” Jeremy kissed her neck. Her cheek. “I can’t wait to be inside you.”
    Sarah nodded. She was already tense from the meeting, from the fight with Anika, from
     the knowledge of how dangerous her mission would be. She needed release.
    “Get your cock out.”
    Jeremy groaned and reached down to unzip his fly. Sarah’s hand followed his. When
     his fly was open she slipped her hand inside his boxers and grasped his erection.
    Her pulse jumped. This was it. She was going to fuck Jeremy.
    His cock hardened even more in her grip and Sarah smiled. Even if it was the first
     time, she knew it was going to be good. From what they’d done short of sex, Sarah
     knew Jeremy had some serious talent.
    “You have no idea how much I want you,” Jeremy murmured as he began to push down her
     jeans. “I love you, Sarah.”
    Sarah went rigid. She couldn’t breathe and her body numbed.
    I should say something.
Sarah didn’t know what she could say.
I have to say something.
    “Sarah?” Jeremy touched her cheek. It only made Sarah feel worse.
    “I think we should stop.” As gently as she could, Sarah pushed him away. Did she care
     about Jeremy? Yes. A lot. But she wasn’t in love with him and she wasn’t willing to
     lead him to believe she felt something that wasn’t there.
    Jeremy flinched and Sarah felt like a heavy stone was pressing on her chest.
    “I’m sorry.” Sarah rolled off the bed, grabbing her bra and shirt. “I’m not . . .”
    She couldn’t find any words that didn’t sound pathetic, or worse, hurtful.
    “I didn’t mean to—” Jeremy sat up, trying to get his pants back on with dignity.
    “It’s not your fault,” Sarah interrupted. “I just don’t want to do this because I
     think I might die.”
    There it was. The truth, kind of. Sarah had been fully prepared to sleep with Jeremy
     because she thought she might die. But she hadn’t been prepared for him to tell her
     he loved her. Because she didn’t love Jeremy. Maybe she could at some point down the
     road, but she didn’t yet, and she didn’t want to sleep with him and lead him to believe
     her heart was somewhere it wasn’t.
    “Okay.” Jeremy stared at the floor. “If that’s how you feel.”
    “I’m sorry,” Sarah murmured. She threw on her shirt and forced herself to walk, not
     run, from the room.
    Her heart was pounding and her stomach churning as she retreated to her own room.
    If I die a virgin, then I die a virgin. But at least I won’t die a liar
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    AS USUAL, TRISTAN found the most challenging part of the hunt to be keeping Ares from throwing him.
     Though one of the finest horses Tristan had ever purchased, Ares couldn’t settle around
     the wolves. Despite the countless hunts the stallion had run alongside the Guardians,
     Ares was always uneasy around them—especially once they’d made their kill.
    While the stallion balked and pawed at the earth, blowing hard through his flared
     nostrils, Tristan watched the Guardians tear the buck to bloody shreds. It wasn’t
     a proper pack. Only five wolves served at Castle Tierney and they were