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It’s a hotel. Upscale. Discreet. One I’ve passed a hundred times but never bothered to walk into—until now.

She glances at me, wide-eyed. “Nate …”

“Feel free to back out anytime,” I tell her coolly. “But you won’t get another warning.”

She squares her shoulders. “I’m not going anywhere.”

We check in. The suite is at the top. Expensive. Private. Perfect. Once the concierge leaves, it’s just us. Madeline walks in first, eyes sweeping the space. I follow, closing the door with a softclick. She turns toward me—and that’s all it takes.

I step in, pin her gently against the wall, and press my mouth to hers. No more words. Just truth.

Chapter 6

MADELINE

Nate pins me to the wall, reminding me of what happened the last time we kissed. The difference now is that no one can stop us.

He kisses with a passion that can't be extinguished, lifting my arms above my head and pinning them with one hand.

I feel my body start to hum with him this close to me again.

Nate's golden wolf eyes flash at me, almost as if recognizing his fated mate.

I feel mine do the same as my body nearly forces me out of his grip. My inner wolf battles to be let out almost as intensely as I would during a full moon.

A low growl emerges from Nate's throat and it travels through my body, almost making me howl. Goose bumps form on my skin in anticipation of what's about to happen.

Only my true mate could make me feel this way. Only he has such control over me.

Nate’s free hand moves to my neck, where he applies pressure before pulling my head away from the wall, still locked on his lips.

I get lost in the pleasure, slowly forgetting where I am. He moves away from my neck, shifting to my shirt, tearing it off.

“You won't be needing this,” Nate says.

His hand glides down to my thighs, sending shivers through my body. His hands were the last to touch me this way, and I'm happier than ever that he's doing it again.

He doesn't miss a beat, sliding one finger into my soft folds, before adding another one to fill me up. I bite my tongue, holding in my moan.

Eventually, I lose this battle, and I let my cries ring out. My gentle sighs of pleasure echo inside our posh suite. I gasp when Nate’s finger slides deep inside me. “Fuck, I've missed this. I've missed you.”

Nate responds by rubbing his fingers against my inner walls, pulling as much pleasure as he can from my delicate skin.

I wiggle in his grasp, but his hand holds mine firmly against the wall. I almost beg for him to fuck me.

Thankfully, Nate realizes it's time and he releases my hands. They move to his head and pull him back into a kiss as his fingers slide out of me.

I pull at his shirt as Nate removes his pants on his own. He lets them drop to the floor, before kicking them off. His length rises to the occasion, looking even bigger than I remember.

The kiss ends and my eyes drift over to his throbbing member. I watch it move toward me and anticipation fills me up first, before his cock glides into me.

My body feels like it's finally full after years of being empty. He completes me, moving in as far as he can go.

All the wind is knocked out of me and my head begins to feel light. Each thrust brings a new kind of pleasure that I can't get even close to explaining.

My other leg is hauled from the ground, with Nate holding me firmly against the wall. I wrap my arms around his neck, trying to catch my breath as he fucks me.

Nate's hips jerk against me and it feels like each thrust will knock the wall down. “Fuck, Nate, oh my God.”

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