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He didn’t have to be asked twice.
Bracing against the mattress, he rocked into her, finding his rhythm as he read the wild lines of her body. Her mouth was open, her eyes rolled back, her head thrashing this way and that as he pistoned into her at a punishing pace.
It was the most incredible, beautiful thing he’d ever seen.
He never wanted it to end. Never wanted to stop. Wanted to keep her like this, moaning and panting underneath him, for the rest of his damn life. Safe, warm, protected,pleasured.
He growled and doubled his efforts, dropping his nose to the skin of her neck, scenting her and searing the sweet perfume into his brain forever. Her whimpers were getting louder, her body taking him so well, like she wasmadefor it. Made for him.
But that wasn’t quite right. It was the other way around.
Hewas made forher.
He’d denied himself too long. Resisted her for too long. Now that he had her, he never wanted to let her go.
She wailed as another orgasm hit her, practically convulsing beneath him, his name like a prayer on her lips.
He followed shortly after, slamming into her with a roar, blinding pleasure overtaking him as he pulsed inside her perfect body.
They lay there together, panting in the afterglow, and Dane knew he was well and truly lost.
Chapter 13 - Lola
She wasn’t used to warmth like this.
Not the temperature, exactly, though the room was certainly warm, but the weight of another body, heavy and grounded beside her, anchoring her like she wasn’t used to being held. Dane was on his back, one arm tucked beneath his head, the other draped around her waist, bare skin to bare skin beneath the sheets. His breathing was slow, even, steady. Like he had no doubts. No regrets.
Lola, by contrast, had never felt more aware of every single part of her body. Her heart. Her thoughts. Her mouth, which she was desperately trying not to open in case it said something idiotic.
She’d never done this before.
Not the sex, though that was hardly routine either, butthis. The after. The lying-in-the-dark, skin-still-humming part. The part where someone else’s scent clung to her skin and her heart kept tripping over itself like it hadn’t gotten the memo that this wastemporary.
She was curled into him, half on his chest, her legs tangled with his, and somehow it was the most relaxed her body had felt in weeks. And the tensest her mind had ever been.
Because what happened next?
Was there anext?
She glanced up at him, her cheek still resting against his chest. He looked unfairly peaceful, like this was just another night for him. Like it hadn’t shaken the ground beneath her feet.
She opened her mouth, then closed it again.
God. What was she even supposed to say?‘Thanks for the orgasm, good luck with the murderous alpha wolf you’re tracking?’That didn’t exactly scream confidence.
Still, the silence was stretching, and if she didn’t say something soon, she was going to spiral herself into a black hole of awkwardness.
“So,” she blurted, “Is this…going to be awkward in the morning?”
Dane made a low, amused noise. Almost a chuckle. His fingers, which had been idle at her hip, resumed their slow, lazy tracing.
“Or maybe not in the morning,” she continued, heat crawling up her neck, “I guess it technicallyismorning. Unless it’s not yet four, in which case maybe we’re back in the nighttime category? I don’t know the rules.”
His chest rumbled beneath her, and she felt the faintest shake of silent laughter. But still, he didn’t speak.
She took a deep breath and tilted her head to look at him. His eyes were open, catching the dim light. Calm. Quiet.
“You’re going to make me do all the talking, aren’t you?” she muttered.
