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"Oh fuck," she moans, her eyes closed in pleasure. "It's not enough."

I stand frozen, the bowl clutched in my hands, unable to look away. She adds another finger, fucking herself deeper, her thumb circling her clit. Her thighs tremble, and I can see how wet she is, her arousal is fucking glistening on her fingers and thighs.

My control snaps like a twig.

I drop the bowl, and the water splashes across the hardwood floor. The crash makes her eyes fly open, and she looks directly at me, her fingers never stopping their movement.

"Please," she begs, her voice breaking. "I need... I need..."

A growl tears from my throat, primal and possessive. I stalk toward her, my body moving of its own accord.

I hover over her, my hands braced on either side of her head. Her scent engulfs me, sweet and musky and irresistible. My cock throbs painfully, demanding release.

"Say it again," I demand, my voice barely human. "Beg me."

Her eyes lock with mine, pupils blown wide with desire.

"Please," she whispers, reaching up to touch my face. "Please, Onyx. I need you."

I can't hold back anymore. Her plea breaks the last thread of my control.

"Fuck," I growl, lowering my body to hers.

My mouth crashes against hers, swallowing her gasp. Her lips are soft and hot, and she opens immediately for me. I slide my tongue against hers, tasting her desperation. She moans into my mouth, her hands clutching at my shoulders, pulling me closer.

I break away to kiss down her jaw and neck, breathing in her scent directly from the source. My teeth graze the sensitive spot where her neck meets her shoulder, and she arches against me.

"Oh god," she pants, digging her nails into my back through my shirt.

"Not god," I murmur against her skin. "Just me."

Her laugh turns into a moan as I move lower, trailing kisses between her breasts. I cup one in my hand, feeling its weight, then I brush my thumb across her hardened nipple. She whimpers, pushing her chest up, begging without words.

I take her nipple into my mouth, sucking hard. Her back bows off the couch, and she cries out, her hands flying to my hair to hold me against her. I flick my tongue over the sensitive peak, then graze it with my teeth.

"More," she demands.

I move to her other breast, giving it the same attention while my hand continues to knead the first. Her skin tastes like salt and something my wolf recognizes asmine.

"You're so fucking beautiful," I tell her, looking up at her flushed face. Her eyes are half-closed, lips parted, and her hair wild around her head.

My hand slides down her stomach, feeling her muscles jump under my touch. When I reach the apex of her thighs, I find her soaking wet, her arousal coating the insides of her thighs.

"Look how wet you are," I say, circling her entrance with my finger. "All this for me?"

"Yes," she hisses, lifting her hips to chase my touch. "Please, don't tease me."

I slide one finger inside her, and her walls clench around me immediately. She's tight and hot and perfect. I add a second finger, stretching her gently.

"Oh fuck, oh fuck," she chants, moving her hips in rhythm with my hand.

I curl my fingers, searching for that spot inside her, and when I find it, her reaction is immediate and intense. Her entire body tenses, her back arching sharply off the couch.

"There!" she cries out. "Right there!"

I press harder, moving my fingers faster, and within seconds, she's coming, her inner walls pulsing around my fingers, her thighs shaking. Her mouth opens in a silent scream as the orgasm tears through her.

"That's it," I encourage her, working her through it. "Let go for me."