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I’m not sure what will happen when we finally do.

Cade moves behind me, tightening his grip on my body. This should feel strange. We barely know each other, but it is as if we have been together for years.

His hand sneaks under my borrowed T-shirt, squeezing my breast. I hum in the back of my throat, letting him know how much I like having his hands on me. He rolls my nipple between his fingers, teasing and tormenting me as his nose moves along the crook of my neck. He enjoys doing that, and I suspect it has everything to do with the mark he has left on my skin.

“How are you so good at this?” Desire fills me, my need for him making me forget everything. There will be time to worry about the wolves trying to kill us, but that time is not now. At this moment, all I can think about isthe body pressed against my back, especially as his fingers leave my breast to move south.

He doesn’t answer my question, and as my hand follows his down my body, he pushes it aside, stopping me from touching myself. “Your pussy is mine, and I want to play with it.”

The possessive note in his voice makes every muscle in my body quiver with anticipation. I get out of his way, parting my thighs as much as I can and giving him the access he needs.

His hand slips inside the waistband of the boxer shorts he loaned me and down through my folds. I hold my breath as his fingers torment me, moving close to my clit before finding my entrance. He pushes two inside me, hooking them back in a way that makes me see stars. I gasp, tensing everything as he hits the magic spot.

Thrusting in and out, he hooks his fingers deep inside me that way each time he enters my pussy. My pants start small, growing in a crescendo as I chase my climax.

Awkwardly, I reach behind my back, trying to find his cock. I don’t know what I’m doing, but I want to make him feel good too. However, he pulls my hand away, placing it on my breast. I take the hint and knead my breasts instead as he continues to pump his fingers inside me.

I come faster than I thought was possible. Everything clenches and pulses as his digits continue to move. I cling to the edge of the mattress, trying to calm my breathing as stars spill over my vision.

He might kill me through sex.Is death by orgasm possible?

He kisses down the side of my face and pulls his fingers out of me before lifting my ass so he can slide his boxer shorts off my body. Parting my legs, I feel him at my entrance. I close my eyes and wait for him to fill me.

He is gentler this time, slowly teasing me before finally going deep, his pubic hair tickling my skin. I gasp, everything stretching to accommodate him, but he fits perfectly as if we are molded to each other. This is what being mates means.

Gripping my side, his other hand underneath me and wrapped around my belly, he slowly pulses his hips. I feel him everywhere—my body and my mind, connected just as Hester told us.

He makes love to me, and I can feel his emotions through our mating bond. I want to get lost in him. I’m not sure where his feelings start and mine end. We are one. Soulmates. Fated mates.

Heat floods my body as my orgasm grows inside me. Cade circles his hips, pushing even deeper inside me, making me groan.

I come fast, my body convulsing around him as he covers me with his body. When he wraps his fingers around my throat and squeezes with just enough pressure to heighten my orgasm, my pussy contracts further around him, and he comes, grunting my name.

His strokes become slower and out of rhythm as he comes inside me. “I can’t wait for your heat cycle when my cock will knot inside you.”

I have heard of knotting. It's what happens whenfemales are in heat, the fertile cycle where they can become pregnant. The male’s cock swells so much inside their mate's body that it can’t be pulled out. Cade is already big, and I wonder what it will feel like to have it balloon inside me like that. My pussy clenches at the thought.

“It could take a while,” I say. “Some heat cycles don’t start for months after the mating bond slides into place.”

“And it can take even longer for fated mates. I don't mind. It will be worth the wait.”

My eyes widen. I had no idea it was different depending on the nature of the bond, but I suppose that makes sense. Hearing him say he’ll wait for me, in direct contrast to my previous ‘mate’, is everything.

“Let’s get a shower and go up to the house. It’s been a while since we last ate, and dinner was at six.” He rolls his eyes at this, seemingly annoyed at being told he has to be ready to eat at a certain time. “I think you’ve lived a bachelor lifestyle for too long with the guys. Civilized people sit down and eat dinner at a reasonable time and not always out of take-out boxes.”

He kisses my neck, skimming around the mark. “How little you think of me,” he jokes. “I cook.”

“I’m going to have to disagree with you there. I saw the state of your house and your fridge.”

He nips my shoulder, not hard enough to draw blood as I did, but enough to warn me.

Then he pats my ass. “Up you get. We don’t want to be late.”

We shower together, and I wash my hair this time, orrather Cade washes it for me. Every touch of his fingers makes my body feel alive in a way it never has, and it is as if I am drowning in him.

We both dress, and I slip on my muddy sneakers as he’s lacing up his boots. “I wonder if Sawyer came back.” I feel like an asshole for not having thought about him before.

“My brother will be fine. He has Wyatt and Jackson taking care of him.”

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