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something you need to know about my virility.” He reached for her, but she smacked his hand away.
    “You’ll satisfy me, okay? Let me do this.” Men were such babies about their size and prowess. Leaning down, she licked him from tip to balls before taking him into her mouth. As she swirled her tongue around the head, she watched Sam’s face. Surprise gave way to enjoyment, then abject need. His eyes narrowed to slits. She licked at the underside, massaging the tender, less than firm flesh with both her mouth and hand. His cock jumped. Ava sucked gently, grinning when he hardened a bit. Desire coiled low in her belly. Almost time. She pulled away. “Someone’s getting happy. With a bit more playtime, junior will be ready to go.”
    A strangled sound broke from his throat. “Damn it, Ava, I told you to stop.” Sam dislodged her from his legs and rolled onto his side, facing away from her. “I cannot please you in that way.”
    “Okay.” Her stomach clenched. “I’m sorry I pushed you. My wolf side tends to make me aggressive, especially where sex is concerned. Some guys don’t like that.” Great, I finally meet the one man I connect with, I take the lead, and he gets huffy.
    Her wolf growled. You’re wrong. He’s hurting.
    Yeah, well, so am I. Rejection blows. She crawled up the bed. “Feel free to leave.” She hoped he did it soon so he couldn’t see her tears. When will fate cut me a break?

Chapter Six
     
    Hellfire and damnation, the woman was crying. Sam alternately cursed the heavens, his aged penis, and his cowardice. For the first time in years he was in bed with a beautiful, willing woman, and he acted like a violated minister. Tucking his near-useless member into his pants, he worked the buttons and slid up the bed next to her. How did one apologize for being unable to provide sex? “Ava, forgive me.”
    “Don’t bother.” She positioned herself so her back faced him, yet the long, creamy expanse provided as much temptation as her front. “I knew it was too good to be true.” The pillows muffled her words. “Just goes to show that the love-at-first-sight thing is total crap.”
    His heart squeezed as if stuck in a vice. She struggled with the concept as well? “My having difficulty becoming aroused has no bearing on how I feel for you.” He smoothed a hand over her glorious golden hair, then lifted the length to his nose. Lavender and honey notes made him grin. “I am merely a victim of old age.”
    “Guys in my time would kill to look like you do at ninety-eight.” A giggle escaped, only to be caught by the pillow.
    “The irony here is I would probably kill for one chance at having sex without needing a woman to work on my aged parts for more than an hour.” The taste of her still lingered on his tongue, sweet and very intoxicating. Where other women had called him dissolute and scandalous for indulging in the act, Ava had not only welcomed it, she’d also sought to reciprocate. That tiny consideration lodged in his chest and glimmered with a hope he desperately wanted to grasp.
    In her, he’d found the one woman who could match him in experience and temperament. Because of his fated days, he was in danger of losing her. It could not happen. I refuse to allow it. I need her.
    She flopped onto her back and held him immobile with a baleful glance. “I don’t believe that.”
    He snapped his focus back to the conversation at hand. “Whether you believe it or not, these are the facts. I have not been a real man for some years now. As difficult as it is for you to accept, put yourself in my position. It is near impossible.” He struggled to his knees and pulled down the quilt. “Come, you will catch a cold. Get under, and I will tuck you in before I go.” The least he could be was a gentleman.
    “I’ve changed my mind. Stay until I fall asleep?” She crawled beneath the bedclothes, clearly expecting him to do the same with her big green eyes searching his.
    “You win.” He