Page 86 of Love Bites Hard

“I’m sure.” He flashed me a grin that didn’t meet his eyes. “Get out of here.”

Porter chuckled, lifting me with him as he stood up.

Shifting forms, he carried me back toward the Manor.

“Do you think he’s really okay?”I asked Porter.

“I think they’ve been together for so long that if he was ever going to be ready to commit to her, it would’ve happened by now,”Porter said.“And I think they both know they haven’t been happy together for a long time, and they either have to figure out a way to fix that, or split up. I’ve never seen them together when they haven’t had more issues than not.”

“Damn.”

“Yeah. All wolves feel an urge to take a mate from puberty and on, so whatever they decide, it won’t be easy to let go. Their animal sides likely see each other as mates, even without the true commitment. I hope they work it out without too much drama.”

“No kidding. What about her brother?”

“He broke away from the pack a few days ago, finally, so he shouldn’t be a concern anymore. He hasn’t been on the pack’s land. She sided with us against him when everything happened, so I’m not concerned about that,”he explained.

“At least that’s one less problem to deal with.”

He made a noise of agreement.

We finally reached our room, and I landed smoothly on my feet, typing in the code as Porter stepped up behind me. His hands were on my hips, his thumbs dragging smoothly over my skin.

He turned me so my back hit the door as soon as it was closed behind us, and suddenly, we were alone.

As strange as it was, we’d never had sex in private.

We’d gotten close a few times.

But we had never actually gone all the way in the privacy of our own room.

Porter slowly lifted my hands above my head, pinning my wrists in place as he kissed me. His other hand found my core as I tilted my head back, letting him in deeper. I sucked in a breath as he dragged his fingers over my clit through my swimsuit.

“You’re still soaked for me, baby.”

“You were playing our sex life through my mind like it was a movie. Of course I’m wet after—ohh.”

I couldn’t stop my soft groan when he pushed his hand beneath my swim bottoms, and his rough fingers finally brushed through my hot folds.

All words vanished from my mind.

My body rocked, throbbed, and trembled as he continued to touch me.

Part of me was afraid he’d pull away, like he had the last time. That he’d take revenge on me for when I’d done the same.

But he didn’t.

And I was crying out with pleasure, my body shaking with the intensity of my release, what felt like only seconds later.

He continued stroking my clit through my climax, murmuring when I came down from the high, “You’re so fucking hot.”

“I thought you wanted to screw me,” I panted, my chest rising and falling rapidly.

“I’m going to. I just want to watch you come a few times, first.”

“Why?”

“A man should be able to picture, in vivid detail, the way his female looks when she climaxes. I can’t yet.”

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