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It sends him into a frenzy. He pounds inside me, his cock deeper than ever, bottoming out. I feel him in the back of my throat. With a snapping motion he splays my thighs open and rams me into the mattress. The heel of his palm presses between my shoulder blades, flattens me, and it’ssublime.
“Good. C’mon, killer, you can do it. Take it like— Good.”
Heat licks down my spine. Thrums in my belly. I try to grind against him as he swipes away the hair from my nape to find the green swirl on my upper back. Muffled obscenities vibrate through my body. Praises, slurred. His tongue against the thin, fragile skin of my gland.
He hasn’t touched me there yet, not since my Heat started.
One of his arms wraps under my rib cage to lift me up, fingers bruising me as his grip tightens. A hint of claws grazing against my flank, like he’s starting to lose control of the shift, the borders between man and animal becoming blurrier.
It’s the best thing I’ve ever known.
“Please,” I beg, not sure for what. But he knows. A low groan. He stuffs me so full, I wail at how good it hurts. Hot breath puffs against my hair, and he once again presses hot, open-mouthed kisses over my gland. I come instantly. His teeth scrape, then touch, then brace. He’s ready to pierce my skin. To sink them inside me.
It’s like the world stops spinning. Every cell of my body coalesces on my upper back, where my gland lives. Ready for Koen’s scar. Welcoming it.
I feel his knot starting to swell, and all at once I know what I’m asking for.
“Do it,” I say. “Please.”
He groans.
“Please.”
“Godfuckingdamn.”
Koen rips himself away. He pulls out and turns me around, landing me on my back. His hand hooks under my knee, spreads me open, and he knots me like that. I come again. So hard, I think I see the edge of the universe.
“Don’t let me do that again,” he orders, catching his breath.
I peer up at him, trying to gauge his tone. I’ve never seen him so serious. “What?”
“You don’t want me anywhere near the back of your neck right now.”
“Why?”
“You smell beyond belief. And . . .” He covers his eyes with his palm. “I don’t know my limits. I might not be able to stop myself and might just bite you.”
It’sexactlywhat I want him to do.
I don’t say it, but he hears it anyway.
“No.” He gathers me closer. “It’ll just make things worse when you leave.”
Any response that comes to mind involves me shouting at him that I know whatIneed. I know whatheneeds, too, and it involves his wolf teeth as deep inside me as physics will allow. But I just came, and I’m too clearheaded to push his boundaries so shamelessly.
So I let him kiss me. I let him tell me how much he loves every single part of me, even as he doesn’t mention the whole. I let him touch the place where we’re joined together, where his come and my slick overflow and dribble out, like we’re the only thing that matters in the history of the universe. I let him make me come again, and I massage his knot till he’s coming, too.
I let him do everything he wants, and pretend that we have more than a short time left together.
I WAKE UP IN THE EARLY AFTERNOON AND WATCH HIM SLEEP. MYheart flutters and my stomach bubbles at how beautiful he has grown to be tome, specifically. Everything that his facemeans.The sides of him no else can see.Cheekbones that dust with dark olive when I loop my arms around his neck. The long, straight nose he scrunches as he calls me a nuisance. The scars that split his face when he cannot help a smile, and the shallow dimples hidden under the stubble he can’t be bothered to shave.
I could spend the next hundred years cataloging new things about him, and never be done. He could be the project of my lifetime.
Just like I’m his.
The Heat mounts, but I let Koen get some rest and I go to the kitchen to grab a new bottle of water, trying not to dwell on how wrong it feels, being out of my nest.
That’s where he finds me two minutes later, and he immediately crowds me against the fridge. The stainless-steel presses against the backs of my thighs, and I shiver.
