Konrad stared at the bed, his lips pressed tight. He briefly glanced at me before looking back at the bed. I giggled, pulling his hands as I dragged him into my room.

"It's fine. I can work with this."

"Can you? Where will you sleep tonight, though?"

"Somewhere less pink and frilly," he muttered, looking around the room. "And tomorrow, we're buying a bigger bed. If I'd known, I would have brought my bed."

I looked at Konrad. His eyes widened as he realized.

"No. Not once. She never came to my place. Swear it on my life."

"If you say so."

I stripped naked, keeping Konrad at a distance. His eyes never left me, taking in every single moment. He certainly knew how to stroke a girl's ego.

Grinning like I was up to no good, I undid Konrad's jeans and lowered them as I knelt in front of him. Konrad didn't waste any time, pulling his shirt off. He groaned as I teased him with my tongue. The eyes rolled back as his head tilted. Easing his hand through my hair, he moved it away from my face, watching everything with an intense look on his face. The deeper I went, the more he was obvious about how much he was enjoying it.

Acutely aware of our lack of time, I stopped and shifted onto the bed. When he said pink and lacy, Konrad meant that I had one lace pillow on a magenta bed cover. He was being overly dramatic.

Stepping out of his jeans, knelt on the floor in front of me and pushed my legs apart.

"You know, I just realized what a terrible lover I am."

"To be fair, our encounters have pretty much been against a wall of some form, and time was never really permitting for extra pleasure."

"True. We don't have time for it now, but am I going to refuse? Unlikely."

With a wicked grin, he leaned down and licked the skin. Pleasure shot through me, reminding me of how long it had been since I'd been given this. It was far too long, and I was grateful that Konrad wasn't the kind of guy to shy away from it.

Leaning back on my arms, I watched as his tongue rolled around, taunting me with flicks of wet heat. He knew the perfect spot and continued to focus his attention on it. Lying back on the mattress, I felt the pressure building. Growing fast with the addition of two fingers driving deep into me. The pace was quickening, moving with the rise of my orgasm.

I let the sensations consume me. My grip on the sheets tightened as the glorious pleasure soaked through me and made everything extremely sensitive. Every kiss that Konrad placed over my body, I felt more than I usually would. When he nuzzled against my neck, I gasped.

As he pushed into my body, Konrad settled between my legs. We kissed as the steady rocking movements began. Despite the time issue, I knew we had slowed things down. I didn't care. In fact, I welcomed this slow and passionate love rather than our standard hard and fast.

My hands trailed over Konrad's body, feeling the muscles as he flexed against me. Rising higher, I reached the back of his neck, curving my hand over his jaw.

His arms slid under my head, lifting me closer to him. The kiss endured during the rhythmic movement that was increasing. In the moments when we stopped kissing, our lips never ventured far from each other.

Rising to his hands, Konrad's thrusting increased. Ecstasy crossed his face as the fevered whispers grew louder.

"Faster," I begged.

He complied with a sinful smile. The pleasure had broken, coursing through my body. Gripping the poles on the headboard, I reveled in the euphoria. The sensations sparked through my body, creating a whole new form of sensitivity. Every hard thrust against my body sent new jolts through me.

By the time Konrad finished, my throat was sore, and my head was swimming with an incredible delirium. With a heavy groan, Konrad stopped.

"Megan baby, you need to let me go." he panted.

"It's not me that controls it, you know."

He nodded, patiently waiting. With a groan, his body sagged next to me.

"You really do suck the life out of me," he murmured.

I smiled, saying nothing. Laying on the bed, I felt incredible. Konrad nestled in behind me, and for a brief moment, we lay in the silence and enjoyed the glow of pleasure. His arm was wrapped around my waist, and his hand curved over my breast.

"Megan," he whispered.

"Yeah?"

"I hated every minute of being with her."

I said nothing, unsure of how to respond. Was this the right time? Probably not.

"The first time, I couldn't. The next time was just as bad, and she got angry. I had to take tablets."

Rolling over, I snuggled into his arms and wrapped mine around his waist.

"I'm sorry you had to endure that. Did you say something to my father?"

"He suggested limiting my contact with her so that when I did have to, it wouldn't be so bad. He had a timeline and said that I could probably get away with avoiding her if I pretended that I was doing things for the pack. I told her that I was busy the night of the festival. She was irate that I was there and that I'd hooked up with you. Do you know why she was furious?"

"No."

"Because it proved to her father that she'd stopped watching you for long enough that you could walk out of the building. I found out that her job was to keep you occupied, and she was in trouble because she didn't do what she was told which became my fault. When I thought about it, I realized she didn't care that I'd had sex with you. She just didn't like being in trouble and pushed the blame onto me. Of course, I was grateful for her anger and welcomed it. She didn't talk to me for a day. I just wished she'd given me the silent treatment for the entire time."

I smiled, laughing softly. Sitting up, I shifted onto his lap, mostly due to a lack of space.

"I really wish that something had been said to me. All of this could have been avoided."

"Maybe. Your father was pretty determined to gather information in secret. I just wanted to stop him from killing everyone that I loved and cared for."

He was just like me in that respect. We feared what could happen if we did nothing or accepted that it could not be changed. As much as it was a blow to his pack ranking, I was grateful that we'd both walked away unscathed.