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We don't break apart once, but when he moves it pulls at my sensitive body again. I start to squirm, to try to get away, but he gently stops me. "I'm knotting you, honeygirl."

I rear back in his lap, staring at him. "Excuse me? You're what now?"

He blushes. My big, strong wolf-man's cheeks turn pink. "It doesn't always happen, but my wolf's pretty determined to leave his mark, pun intended," he smiles with satisfaction. Gently, he brushes his thumb over my collarbone.

I gasp at the sensation of sheer pleasure that rushes through me. Immediately afterward, my head spins.

"Marking will make you tired, babygirl. Go to sleep," he croons. His own lids are heavy.

"You're lucky," I murmur against his chest. I want to tell him that Dad is out with Papa Smurf, so he won't get shot tonight, but I can't make myself say the words.

"Don't I fucking know it?" he whispers back.

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38 - Pretty Little Box

Conner

"Stop it," Bailey mutters sleepily against my chest.

"Only way to unknot is to fuck until my dick is satisfied," I lie, but I stop moving my hips under hers.

She snorts. "Liar."

I chuckle, the vibration in my chest rocking her back and forth. We fall silent for a minute while I admire the Mark I left on her shoulder and stare at her in awe. My wolf relaxes, content for the first time in as long as I can remember.

"I am so lucky," I murmur into her curls.

She snorts again. "Lucky that my dad isn't home-" with a gasp, she sits up with a jerk, eyes wide on me. I don't know where her glasses went, but I have a bad feeling that I vaguely remember a crunch at some point during our mating.

I'll keep extra pairs of glasses for her. Shit, the pack doesn't have an ophthalmologist. We don't really need one.

"You're frowning," Bailey murmurs, smoothing out my brow with her fingertips.

"I'm thinking of all of the things we'll need. Extra glasses. I'm pretty sure I broke yours."

Bailey shrugs her shoulder, then winces. "Ow! I have extra pairs. Why does my shoulder hurt?"

I can't stop the beam of pride. "I Marked you just there," I tell her softly.

Those eyes widen on me. "Conner!" she whispers, "isn't that like getting married?"

Shit. Don't humans ask their girls first? "I should have asked, honeygirl. Fuck. I'm sorry."

She waves her hand, dismissing my apology. "Oh, I figured you would go all alpha-male on me. That was my plan." Concerned, honey eyes peer up at me.

"OK," I agree easily. I have no idea what she's worried about.

"Dad's going to be so angry," she tells me solemnly.

I nod. "I'll take the heat for that."

"But who's going to shoulder the blame for this?" she waves her hand at her shoulder, "pun intended."

"I will. I'm the one who Marked you."

"I was thinking," she says hesitantly. "You can blame it on my magic voice."

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