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In several hasty movements, he tore off my boots and socks and tossed my trousers over his shoulders. I lay on that bed, panting and naked, save for the tank top still gathered around my waist.

Griff snarled. “You’re wearing too much.”

“I’ll take it off if you—”

Before I could finish that sentence, Griff’s fingernails shifted into claws, and he tore the fabric into half.

“Better.” His voice was, husky, animalistic, as though his wolf was close to the surface. “That’s how I want you. Naked and eager.”

My breath caught, and I glanced up and locked gazes with Griff to find him staring at me as though I was his prey.

Rapid heartbeats fluttered in my chest, not out of fear but out of giddy anticipation. I was about to lose my virginity in this body. This time, it would be with a man who wanted me with no ulterior motive.

“Your turn,” I said, my voice breathy. “Take off your clothes.”

“You want to see me naked, Cathwulf?” Griff snarled.

“Yes,” I hissed.

He cupped his crotch. “You want to se