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She comes yet again, body rigid and neck arched as she emits a silent scream. Her pussy gushes around my fingers and drips onto the floor. Finally, her chest heaving, she falls limp across my lap.

I am one lucky bastard. The lass is a squirter, for sure. “Good girl.” I draw my fingers from her cunt and don’t even try to fight the urge to lift them to my lips.

Fawn

I’m a limp, insensible puddle lying on his lap as Wolf licks his fingers that have just been inside me with noisy abandon. My bottom is sore and lashed by waves of heat. My pussy is all sore inside where he has touched me but clenches with interest at the sound of his noisy lapping. Another splat lands against the floor, bringing a flush of shame to my cheeks.

“You have made a little mess,” he announces to my mortification. “It was for the best that we took your pants and panties off before we started. They would have been ruined.”

He turns me over in his arms, and I hiss with displeasure when my sore bottom touches his pants. His blue eyes are swallowed by darkness, and his face is flushed. His cock kicks against my hip.

I desperately want him inside me, imagining how it would feel with his powerful body crowding over me, filling me all up, taking away this terrible emptiness.

He cups my cheek, then skims his hand down my throat to settle with proprietary intent over my right breast. It is a big hand, and I feel the heat from it radiating through my clothing. My nipple grows painfully hard and aroused just from this light touch.

“Tomorrow, I think you will need to be fully naked. That way I can easily get to your pretty tits. You are very responsive, Fawn. I think your nipples and tits will respond well to a little disciplineand play.” He brushes his thumb back and forth over my nipple, and a shot of pleasure fires all the way to my clit.

I was feeling a little snoozy, but I perk up at this news. The mere mention of disciplining any part of me sets off little sparks. My pussy clenches tightly, and to my shame, yet more arousal trickles out.

“Now, lass. You will get some sleep.” He rises and lowers me into bed. “I will turn the lamp down and bring Blue in before I go. Try and get a good night’s sleep.”

I don’t want him to go. I want him to climb into bed with me and hold me through the night.

“I want you to stay,” I blurt out.

“If I stay, I will fuck you,” he says bluntly.

My chest heaves. “I-I want that, too.”

“Not today, lass.” He presses a kiss to my forehead, and then he is gone.

Chapter Six

Wolf

When I return to the packhouse, I stride straight into Flint’s quarters. “I’m claiming the lass,” I announce.

He is reading a letter and looks up with a raised brow.

I realize my entrance was somewhat abrupt and that I had interrupted him. Still, I am here now; it’s better to forge on.

He sets the letter aside. “I wondered how long it would take you.”

He does not seem surprised. He does not ask me who the lass is.

My brows draw together. “You have not asked me who it is?”

He leans back in his chair. “Fawn…The lass was near in tears when I told her you wanted to send her to the human village.” His casual air disappears, and the dominant pack leader reflects in his eyes. “I do not like upsetting lasses. She is a sweet thing.Thank fuck, you pulled your head out of your ass and did the right thing.”

He gestures toward the chair opposite.

I sit down heavily on it. “Has it been that obvious?”

“To everyone but you. I had Petunia in here earlier, chewing my ear out. That woman has absolutely no respect for a pack leader. Maybe it’s because she’s a highborn lady or because she was once a pack leader’s mate. Either way, the woman is overly bold and is intimidated by no one.”

Petunia is formidable, and her daughter was a handful until she mated an orc hybrid last year.

“We will need to find you suitable accommodation within the pack village,” he continues. “I assume you’re not about to rescind your role of enforcer.”

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