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First, he strokes me with incredibly slow, purposeful movements. Pleasure rises in me, burning in my nipples, pounding in my clit, and aching deep inside, but it doesn’t overflow. Instead, it grows, a slow burn that intensifies with Jenks’s every thrust.

He increases the pace a little, and I grab onto his arms, looking up into his eyes as he starts to pound me. The rising waves of pleasure crest and break, my pussy convulsing in another extreme orgasm as I dig my nails into Jenks’s skin and scream at the ceiling.

While my body is still quaking, Jenks increases his pace more, finally ramming me as hard and fast as he can. I’m a screaming, writhing mess of pleasure, multiple orgasms coming so swiftly, there is no beginning or end to them, just endless ripples of climax that get stronger with every stroke.

A yell rips from Jenks’s lips as his cock thickens, his whole body trembling. As his cock explodes deep inside me, hefalls against my chest, breathing hard and gasping, exhausted by the force of his release.

I wrap myself around him, cradling his head and gripping him with my legs. Our deep, heaving breaths are perfectly in sync. Even the wild beating of our hearts has a sympathetic rhythm.

There is no doubt in me that I am finally exactly where I’m meant to be.

In Jenks’s arms. Forever.

Chapter 20 - Jenks

For the next week, I live in a kind of wonderland. A place where only Alisa and I exist. A place with no worry, no responsibilities, and no shame.

I decide to spoil her as much as I can, taking her shopping every afternoon until she has a new wardrobe of designer clothes, extremely expensive jewelry, and luxury cosmetics. She’s shy at first, but as I encourage her to splurge, she slowly gets more confident about asking for what she wants.

As I wake with her in my arms after a full week in the hotel, I realize I’ve become so accustomed to the new routine, I barely remember my old one. I don’t even miss the house.

What was keeping me there? Nothing. I don’t know if I even care about my brother, father, or pack. I have Alisa, and maybe that’s all I need. We could run away together, and never come back.

Even though it’s a nice idea, I know Alisa wouldn’t just leave her friends. With a long, defeated sigh, I accept the fact that I’d also feel bad for running out on my pack. I can’t just disappear.

I don’t feel at home with them, but they are still my family. One of the reasons my wolf hurts so much is because we need the pack. I have to do anything I can to be part of it, or that ache will never leave me.

My heart only needs Alisa, but my soul still has the cravings of a wolf. The mate may be everything to a wolf, but without a pack, any wolf is lost.

I roll over in bed, grabbing my phone to scan the code by the bed and bringing up the room service menu. Orderingbreakfast every morning without even getting up is definitely something I could get used to.

Although, I do miss our routine of having breakfast together in the kitchen. It was just starting to become a thing with us, then we had to leave.

Alisa stirs as I finish the order, and I put my phone down to wrap my arms around her.

“Hmm, did you order breakfast?” she whispers.

“Yes.”

“Waffles?”

I chuckle softly. “Yes. And fruit, and pastries.”

“Coffee?”

“Yes, my love.”

She giggles, snuggling into my chest. “Sorry if I’m too demanding, but it’s all your fault. You made this monster, so you have to deal with it.”

“I had no idea monsters were so cute,” I say, bopping her nose gently with my finger. “If I knew, I would have started making them a lot sooner.”

Something flickers in her pale eyes, and her smile falters. Before I can ask what’s wrong, there’s a knock on the door.

“That’s breakfast,” I say, getting up. “Wait here, m’lady.”

“I sure will,” she answers, grinning. “Hurry back.”

I open the door for the attendant, tipping him once he’s brought in all the trays. He practically bows to me before heading back down the hall with a jaunty step.

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