Page 47 of Wedding for My Werewolf

She smiled, her whole face lighting up, and his heart stuttered in his chest. She was so brave and beautiful.

“No, I’m not. Not anymore.”

“Never again.”

“Thanks to you,” she whispered, and went up on her toes to kiss him.

Desire roared through him, strengthened by the thought of how easily he might have lost her.

“Eric,” she breathed, and the sound of his name on her lips undid him.

“We can’t do this here,” he muttered.

“Do what?”

He scooped her into his arms and carried her to the bedroom, kicking the door closed behind him.

“I need you,” he said hoarsely.

“Please,” she whispered. “I need you too.”

Her hands fumbled at his pants and his wolf howled with need. He wanted her so badly, but he needed her to want this, not just out of gratitude or a sense of obligation.

“Are you sure?” he asked, his voice coming out as a growl.

“I’m sure.”

She managed to free his erection, then gasped as it sprang into her hand.

“It’s so big,” she whispered, and he groaned, forcing himself to hold still as she explored. “And smooth. Except for this part.”

He clamped his hand over hers when those curious little fingers found the ring of rougher skin at the base of his cock.

“That’s where my knot is. It will expand and lock us together when I come.”

“Oh. You get even bigger?” Her eyes widened again, but the scent of her arousal deepened. “Are you sure that’s going to work?”

“It will fit, little bird. If you’re ready.”

“I want to be ready,” she whispered. “Show me.”

“We’ll go slow.”

“Not too slow, I hope.” She gave him a shy little smile that sent his pulse skyrocketing.

“Impatient little bird,” he teased.

“Only because I can’t wait for you to take care of me again. But first…”

She bent over and licked the tip of his cock and he almost exploded right then and there.

“Fuck, little bird. You keep that up and I’m not going to last.”

“I can’t help it. I want to taste you.”

“Not this time.”

“But—”

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