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My brain buzzes. I can barely think, barely hear. My claws swipe against the soft fabric, and her underwear falls away.
Shouldn’t have done that.
“Sorry.” My cheeks darken.
“I don’t care about this pair.” She shakes her head as ifdismissing the apology. “Fuck me. Please. Forget the underwear. Please…”
“Please, what?” I hold her hips, pressing my claws into her flesh.
She squirms and gasps. “Please… sir?” A sly smile plays on her lips as she tries the word on for size.
It’s not what I want to hear, but it’s close. She can’t know to call me her mate yet, and even with her begging me for more, I’m not ready to tell her.
I let out a grunt of approval. “That’s right.” With a swift motion, I turn her around on all fours.
After pushing my pants down, I grab her ass in both hands, scraping my claws against the soft skin.
“Tell me if you need me to stop,” I murmur, lining my cock up to her entrance. My wolf is seconds from bursting free, and each time it does, I worry she won’t like it—that I’ll fuck her too hard, or she’ll decide she doesn’t like how my claws feel against her skin.
She arches her back and smiles at me over her shoulder. “Don’t worry. I will.”
My hesitation melts as I push into her. She is made for me, ready for me. This time, her body accepts my size with ease…
She’s already so wet. So perfect.
My mate.
Chapter 23
Aspen
I wasn’t lyingwhen I said he’s not my first, but gods, I won’t complain if he’s my last. No one fills me like Mac does, and no one has ever finished me as fast as he can. I’ve always been the type to seek my pleasure, and I don’t shy from telling lovers exactly how I want it.
With Mac, I don’tneedto put it into words. It’s as if he can read my mind and, in each moment, he awakens me to new…interests.
His claws scraping across my skin hard enough to sting and the flash of his red eyes will follow me into my dreams—but only the most pleasurable ones. I can’t get enough of him. I want to unravel for him again and again, and he seems to want the same, always putting my pleasure before his.
His tenderness fades when he pushes into me, hard enough to make me scream with desire—and pain. Sweet, delicious pain. The two dance together in a way I crave. I’m already deep in the throes of pleasure, trembling and clenching around his enormous cock.
Too big forme, but somehow… just right.
I tug on blades of grass, finding nothing else to hold, and remember how his large hands felt on my wrists moments earlier. Powerful. Domineering. He’s the sort of lover who makes me happy to give myself up to him.
He smacks a large hand against my ass, and I cry out as he pushes into me, an animalistic growl ripping from his throat.
“You’re mine. You better fucking take it all.” His hand moves up to my back, shoving me to the ground.
“Yes, sir. All yours.” A smile dances on my lips for a moment before contorting back into pleasure.
“Touch your clit. You’re going to come for me again.”
My fingers slip between my legs, and I rub myself, gasping at the sparks of pleasure.
“Or what?” I ask, just to push his buttons.
“Or I’ll make you come until you’re crying and begging me to stop. Is that what you want?”
I can’t give him a real answer. The moan that slips from my lips is only partially from the touch. It’s from how he speaks to me. Mac has always seemed quiet and buttoned up, but when his primal needs take over…
