  Ordinarily Gio&quot;s trigger for waking was either a hunger pang in his stomach or a full bladder. This morning, it was something else. As he lay there with his eyes closed, he felt something nagging at him. Something was different, wrong, something that agitated his wolf and had him reaching for
  the surface, annoyed with his human side for not realizing the problem. Taking a deep breath, Gio scrubbed at his eyes. He hadn&quot;t had to open
  them to know what was disturbing his wolf. Danica&quot;s exotic scent had instantly shot up his nostrils, but it was too faint. Which meant that she
  wasn&quot;t there. As his lids flipped open, his eyes confirmed it. The rest of his senses told him she wasn&quot;t in the en-suite bathroom, which meant that she had woken before him and snuck out of the room. There had to have been sneaking and creeping involved or else he would have easily wok

  Danica decided it was very possible that Gio could fuck her into unconsciousness. He was pounding into her at a frenzied pace, like fucking her was the last thing he would do before he died. Pinned as she was, all she could do was take everything he had to give. It should have infuriated her that
  his huge powerful body was like a cage around her, leaving her unable to move. But, strangely, she found that she kind of liked it. It was sheer male domination, but it wasn&quot;t threatening or painful. Her wolf approved of her male&quot;s dominance, believed him to be worthy of her surrender. The pleasure had swept Danica under and she couldn&quot;t even find it in herself to care that she was still hurt by his words or that her heart was a mess. Her body was winding tighter and tighter, making her moan and groan and whimper.
  A voice inside Gio whispered that he was being too rough, but

  Danica had been following Gio&quot;s scent, hoping to hunt him down and get him to stop brooding when she heard Duda&quot;s words: &quot;You know, you could just ask her to stay for good.&quot; It was said that eavesdroppers tended to hear things they didn&quot;t like. In this case, the saying had proven to be true. It wasn&quot;t as though she&quot;d thought things were any different than how Gio firmly stated to Duda, and it wasn&quot;t as though she&quot;d thought he cared for her.
  Yet the effect was still like a hot lance slicing through her. Why? For the same reason that a dull pain had struck her chest and her windpipe had begun to ache&hellip;She loved Gio Wright. The realization punched the breath from her lungs.
  God, how horrible was this. She loved a guy to whom she was basically a faceless fuck. She could be anyone to him. In other words, she was no one and nothing to hi

Ordinarily Gio&quot;s trigger for waking was either a hunger pang in his stomach or a full bladder. This morning, it was something else. As he lay there with his eyes closed, he felt something nagging at him. Something was different, wrong, something that agitated his wolf and had him reaching for
  the surface, annoyed with his human side for not realizing the problem. Taking a deep breath, Gio scrubbed at his eyes. He hadn&quot;t had to open
  them to know what was disturbing his wolf. Danica&quot;s exotic scent had instantly shot up his nostrils, but it was too faint. Which meant that she
  wasn&quot;t there. As his lids flipped open, his eyes confirmed it. The rest of his senses told him she wasn&quot;t in the en-suite bathroom, which meant that she had woken before him and snuck out of the room. There had to have been sneaking and creeping involved or else he would have easily woken. Unlike Danica, he was a light sleeper.
  Never since the morning after the anniversary of her 

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