Chapter 38

“Maybe…I was a virgin, not an ignoramus.”

“I didn’t think you were ignorant, just innocent.” Henri raised his eyebrow.

“I didn’t know much about the mechanics. They don’t have many gay romance novels in Russia, and we couldn’t afford to buy one anyway. What I read from the library was pertinent to human heterosexuals. My father told me about the bite, the mark, and the knot. What I didn’t know was how it would feel. He couldn’t tell me. He wasn’t gay. But I did infer from reading het books what turns a man on. I was worried that what I knew wouldn’t translate to a loup garou, and I didn’t have enough time to read Colin’s books. Unlike the others, I know you can walk away.”