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Troy grinned as his female came all over his tongue, her sweet essence pouring all over him. He held her hips tight and rode her movements until they slowed and calmed and her hips dropped back onto the couch.

“Reed,” he said, licking his lips, wiping his face with the back of his palm. “Rrrrrreeeeeeed,” he said again, drawing out theRand theEsounds, liking it, liking everything about it. His female’s name, like his female, was lovely and no-nonsense.

Troy stood and stripped his clothes off, liking howReed’seyes flew open when she heard his pants coming down. Her hand came out from behind the pillow and reached for him.

Troy caught her wrist with his left hand; with his right, he stroked his hard and straining dick a few times. “We have all night,Reed,” he said. There wasn’t even aWin it. It was the perfect name. “Can’t you be patient?”

She shook her head, no, pouting a little, her eyes on what he was stroking. If that didn’t turn a male on, he didn’t know what did. He stroked it some more. Her other hand came out and reached for him and he caught that wrist with his left hand, too, pinning them together, then taking them over her head.

“I like that in a mate,” he growled, then he growled for real, and her eyes closed like he’d stroked her. He let go of her, bent and got an arm under her shoulders, then one under her knees. He picked her up, making her eyes fly open. She grabbed for his neck, making a surprised noise. He sat down smoothly and positioned her on his lap, facing away from him, his cock nudging her from the back.

“Troy-” she panted, but she bent her neck to the right, baring her left shoulder, making him think of biting her. Her scent went triple thick and heavy and sweet, making his eyes roll back in his head. Was she thinking of it, too? He wouldn’t, though, not for now.

Troy curled her down onto him, loving her moan as he eased himself inside of her, his eyes on her mark, growling ever so lightly in the very back of his throat. His female was tight and wet and so very ready for him to show her who she belonged with. He gritted his teeth against the instant compulsion to just explode all over everything, bearing the pleasure like pain until he got ahold of himself. He stroked once, experimentally, then grabbed her hips hard with his fingers and curled her up, all the way up, so he could watch the show. He lowered her down slowly, then found a better position, laying on the couch where she had been, pulling her with him, until she was sitting up in a reverse cowgirl position.

He curled his hand around her right elbow and pulled her toward him, arching her back so she couldn’t move, all she could do was experience, and then he began to pump into her from below. One stroke, two strokes, then more, coming faster and faster.Yes.Her scent thickened and deepened more.

Troy got a hand on her other elbow. He wrapped them both around behind her and held them there with one hand. “Yes, Reed,” he told her. “That’s good, that’s so good.” He thrust into her harder, rocking her curvy body up, making her neck curve and her breasts bounce. His mouth watered. He wanted at them. He wanted atallof her. He gathered her hair into a ponytail and levered her a little farther off of center, getting her to lean into his forearm.

Her curls bounced around his hand, the sensation strangely sensual, like silk against tender skin. She melted back into him, bracing her legs, but her upper body liquid. He let go of her hair and ran the very tips of his fingers up her back, making her cry out and jerk forward. He stilled her and thrust into her, giving her everything he had to give, overwhelming her senses, taking her closer and closer to that edge.

He set a slow pace, a deep pace. She tightened her legs and moved above him. “Let it happen,” Troy told her, “Don’t think, justfeel,” he said. She relaxed a little and so he sped up, but only a little. She tensed again, her slippery tightness a slick heaven he could barely handle. He slowed until she relaxed again, thrusting into her, meaning every single stroke.

It was so easy to read her every scent, her every nuance right then. Her want and her pleasure was in every curve of her body, in the way her dark hair fell down her back, in the way she ground against him and whimpered slightly, and how her fingernails dug into his skin when she touched him, how much she wanted him, how close she was. Her scent turned needy and sultry, like a cry in a hot summer night. She whimpered, pulled in on herself, then tried to turn again, he held her again, pulling her how her body needed to go. She gave in for just a moment, then tightened again, and then her head dropped back and she cried out, making Troy growl, loud and low in the quiet of her apartment. He controlled himself, thrusting slow and deep while his mate came hard.

A flush spread across her breasts and her belly, and she cried out again and again, then collapsed onto him. He gave her a moment.

He needed a moment himself, because, as her scent softened, something new twisted through it. The bright, hard, red scent of love. Love for him. It was only a tiny thread, new and hesitant, but it was there.

Troy buried his nose in his female’s hair and pulled her sweet mint scent into his body in great, soothing lungfuls, thrusting into her until he came inside her, trying only to cool the burn of his heart.

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Reed lay still, her body slowly calming, the aftershocks of multiple orgasms still running through her, spilling satisfaction throughout. Troy was mostly under her, her head on his chest, their bodies still joined, her head fuzzy and slow and sleepy. Did he pull out? Had she really not discussed this with himagain? He moved a little, just a slipping of his hips, but he was soft and sliding out and of course she knew where he’d come. Inside her. She couldn’t even be mad about it. She would be mad tomorrow.

Troy took a deep breath, moving his face against the skin of her shoulder, tracing the fine hairs of her neck, nuzzling her, biting her lightly. Her heart twisted as she remembered wanting him to bite her again. Shit.Change the subject. The sex had been amazing, and she didn’t want to spoil it by thinking about the crazy stuff. Food was a smarter topic.

“I’m hungry,” she told him.

“I’m on it.” Troy got up carefully, placing her limp limbs so they wouldn’t dangle off the edge of the couch.

She watched him go, satisfaction and drowsiness stealing over her. “You’re still hard.”

“I’m hard again,” he said, throwing her a look that said the same thing. “That’s a given when you’re in the room.”

She laughed softly, watching him from the couch with heavy-lidded eyes and heavy limbs.

He opened her fridge and scanned through it. She knew what he would see in there. There were eggs, a few packaged meats, some leftover steak, a bowl of rice. He bent and opened and closed the veggie crisper. Hot dogs and sausages in there. He slid open the fruit drawer. Sparkling waters.

He shot her a look like he was waiting for an answer and she shot him one back since he hadn’t said anything.

“You’re a carnivore, huh?” he said, his tone of voice saying he liked it a lot.

“I don’t eat a lot of plants,” she agreed. “Never have liked them. There’s pizza in the freezer.”

Troy yanked it open. She knew there were a dozen pizzas in there. He took out a meat lovers, checked the package, and turned on the oven, then stuck the pizza right in there.

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