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The best fucking feeling.

His tongue strokes against mine slowly and makes me moan into his mouth. His skin slaps down onto mine, continuously hitting my G-spot every damn time. “Oh, fuck Carter,” I bite him. He smiles against my neck and slides a hand underneath my head and the seat. Carter grips my hair, earning a grunt from me. His lips brush my jaw and neck, marking every place he touches burn with need while he thrusts in and out of me.

I feel myself getting close as my pussy starts to spasm. I throw my head back into his hand and whimper. His rhythmic thrust was enough to push me over the edge. I grip Carter’s arm and moan out his name, biting into him to muffle my moans as the orgasm takes over my entire body. My legs shake violently, and I feel Carter’s hand grip my thigh tighter to steady me. His lips brush over mine, whispering, “I love you, Peach, so fuckin much.” As my orgasm passes and I feel extremely sensitive, Carter never slows down.

I open my eyes. He watches me, placing a kiss on my lips. “You’re fucking something, Leandra,” his husky voice sends tingles down my body. Then he pounds into me, his head buried into my neck. My fingernails claw his back as he grunts into my shoulder. The SUV bounces to his thrusts. I’m going to come again. “Oh God, Leandra,” he mumbles into my collarbone. I feel him throb while he continues to grunt and thrust as I let go milking his cock. I feel him get thicker and harder as he starts to pulse, coming inside me. Ropes of his cum paint my walls as I feel him fill my pussy.

His lips part, and he grunts heavily. Our eyes meet for a second as he leans down to kiss my lips and then kisses my forehead. “I love you,” I whisper. “I’m gonna….” Carter swallows hard, still breathing heavily. “I’m gonna pull out now, okay?”

Carter reaches over to the side of his car and pulls a box of tissues out. He wipes between my legs and cleans me. And that’s when I realized that we had forgotten the fuckin’ condom.

OH MY GOD!

We didn't use protection. It’s then I figure out after he’s sliding out of me and cleaning me that Carter was warning me about the mess.

Chapter twenty

Carter

Today was nothing as I expected. We have been back a few days, and Leandra is now living with me. I asked her to move in with me the same night I had dinner with her family. I was in one of the guest rooms, and she was in her own room.

Leandra entered the room, making her way toward me. I was lying in bed in only my sweatpants when she entered the room with a devilish grin. We were texting each other the whole time Leandra was in her room and I was in the guest room down the hall. Our conversation was innocent until she started to provoke me by sending me a picture of her in only her lace panties with her left hand over her breast, covering that part of her. God, she's the most beautiful woman I have ever seen.

I knew she was thinking about sneaking into my bedroom, but I didn’t think she would do it since her parents were under the same roof. But no, my beautiful Peach surprised me, and God, do I love surprises, especially when they come from her. “Fuck, you’re sexy, Peach,” I say as she climbs the bed on all fours crawling her way toward me. I grab the back of her neck, pulling her down to claim her lips. “Mmm, I love you,” she says, her lips grazing mine.

Fuck, I love this girl!

I know my wolf craves and needs the mate connection, but I also know that Leandra isn’t indifferent to him. I would bet my left ball to say that he loves her too. “I love you too, Peach,” I say as we cuddle together, talking for hours.

I played with her hair as my other hand rubbed circles on her back. Leandra was on my chest. “Move in with me,” I gently kissed her forehead. “Go to bed with me every night, wake up with me every morning, move in with me, Peach?”

Waking up next to Leandra every morning, breathing in her scent and feeling her warm body against mine, is an out-of-world experience. She’s the first woman I have woken up next to and who has slept in my bed with me. I wasn’t a man-whore back then, but if I had needs, I either satisfied them myself or found a willing companion, fucked them, and then left. I never brought a woman over to my penthouse. It was either their place or one of the hotel suites, but my house and the packhouse were always off-limits.

Sitting here in the restaurant listening to Liam and Isabella ask me and Leandra to be the Godparents for little Eva, is a day that will never be forgotten. For many reasons, some that I will come to find out later on. Isabella looks at Liam, and they pause before asking, “We would like you two to be Eva’s Godparents.” They both speak at the same time. I feel honored that Liam would ask me to be Eva’s Godfather.

I look at Leandra, and I can see she’s getting a little emotional, so I squeeze her thigh. This means so much because both Liam and Isabella see Leandra as a permanent part of our lives, and for this reason alone, I'm smiling like a goddamn fool.

I’m driving us back to the pack house, focusing on the road as I gently feel her hand grazes across my thigh. My eyes immediately follow her next move as her hand moves closer to my cock. “Leandra,” I say, using a tone to let her know that now is not the time to be teasing me or playing games because I can crash the car, or we can get caught.

I grip the steering, my knuckles turning white, “Peach, I’m driving,” she teases me. She leans over, whispering in my ear, “Pull over,” as she bites my lobe and sucks on my neck. She doesn’t need to tell me twice. I’ve been dying to get her out of that dress all night. I pull the car over and unbuckle my seat belt, desperate to kiss her. I grab her face and claim her lips.

"Fuck, Peach, you will be the death of me.”

Before I know it, I’m in the back seat of the SUV, and she’s straddling my lap. Leandra strokes my dick, gripping me harder, and I feel myself getting closer. “Fu — Fuck Peach, I’m going to come,” I say, but I don’t want to cum all over her hand. No, I want to be inside her. I throw her down onto the seat and tower over her. My hands reach under her hips, and I pull her dress off, leaving her bare for me. She looks exquisite under me, all naked and flushed.

“Fuck Peach, you’re not wearing panties?” I question a devilish grin appearing on her beautiful lips. “I guess not,” she whispers. Shaking my head, I lift myself up to remove my trousers and lean down to kiss her stomach and lips. Her tight little pussy is glistening with her juices. Fuck do I want to taste her, but due to the time of things, I settle for sinking my cock into her. I swear hearing her give me permission to fuck her is all I need to remove my boxers and align my dick to her entrance. I tease her folds before thrusting into her as we both gasp fuck she feels so damn good. Wet and warm.

When I’m planted all the way to the hilt, I hold perfectly still, allowing her to adjust to my size while trying to control myself from busting. I start to thrust slowly at first as I pick up my pace hearing Leandra moan and beg for more. “Carter. Carter. Carter. Please, harder. Fuck me!” she screams out breathlessly. Her nails dig into my back as she wraps her legs around my waist, pushing me deeper into her. Oh, fuck Carter,” she bites me, and fuck does my wolf love it when she does that. I can’t wait for my wolf to mark her as ours.

She’s mine already.

I smile against her neck and slide a hand underneath her head and the seat. As I grip her hair, earning me a grunt from her swollen lips. I can feel her pussy clenching my dick, an indicator that she’s close, so I thrust harder and faster. As her legs shake violently, I grip her thigh tighter to steady her. My lips brush over hers, whispering, “I love you, Peach, so fuckin much.”

I continue to pound into her, my head buried in her neck; her fingernails claw my back as I feel my cock swell and get harder. “Oh God, Leandra,” I mumble into her collarbone. I feel myself throb as I thrust into her hard and mercilessly. Letting go, her pussy milks my cock as I feel ropes and ropes of my seed coat her walls. Fuck, I came the hardest I ever had, and I know for a fact that I filled her pussy with my cum.

Our eyes meet for a second. I lean down to claim her lips, placing a kiss on my forehead. “I love you,” she whispers. I warn her about the mess that’s about to take place, but for some reason, it hasn’t fully registered that I am bare even when I pull out, and one of my fingers slides between her folds gathering some of my cum, and pushing it inside of her as I pump gently.

“Will you look at that?” I say in awe.

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