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“Not yet,” he murmurs, withdrawing his hand entirely.

I make a sound of frustration that turns into a surprised gasp as he lifts me out of the water in one fluid motion, carrying me back to the main chamber of his den. He lays me on the plush furs. The contrast of my wet skin against the soft pelts sends a shiver through me.

Kaelen stands over me, water streaming down every ridge of his sculpted muscles. Steam emanates from him in the cool midnight air, and as he looks down at me on his bed of furs, his erection juts proudly from his thatch of grey hair. The firelight catches on the droplets clinging to his fur, and glints off the golden crown of his cock, making him look like some ancient deity of lust and wilderness.

“Do you know what wolves do when they find their true mate?” he asks, his voice deeper than I’ve heard it before.

I shake my head, transfixed by the sight of him.

“They claim them,” he says, lowering himself over me. “Mark them so all others know they’re taken.” His mouth finds my neck again, teeth grazing the sensitive spot where my pulse hammers. “Would you like that, Lily? To be claimed by the wolf?”

The question is serious beneath the heat of the moment. He’s asking permission—this powerful creature is giving me the choice, but I’m too far gone.

“Yes,” I breathe, completely transfixed by this wild wolf shifter.

His growl of approval vibrates against my skin as he positions himself between my thighs, the hard length of him pressing against my entrance but not yet pushing inside. His control is impressive and maddening.

“Say it,” he demands, eyes locked on mine. “Say you want to be claimed.”

“I want to be claimed,” I repeat, arching against him in invitation. “By you, Kaelen.”

The instant I say his name, it’s like a switch flips.

Kaelen’s eyes blaze with need, and I feel it even before he moves—a surge of pheromones so intense it hits me like a physical force.

It’s everywhere, inescapable, saturating the air with raw lust until every inch of me is desperate for him, for his touch, for his cock.

“Please,” I gasp.

My head is spinning, my body is electric with want, and his sheer size makes my mouth water with desperation.

I need him inside me like I need air.

“You want my cock, mate?”

“Yes, please Kaelen.”

He presses the ring of his cock to my entrance, gently swirling and teasing me. He dips into me half an inch and I can feel myself stretching around him. I whimper when he slips back out.

“Please Kaelen, I need all of you. Fill me, Kaelen, claim me like I’m your mate.”

The sound he makes is hardly human—a primal growl of satisfaction as he finally pushes inside me in one smooth thrust. The sensation is an overwhelming, delicious pleasure. I feel each rung of his golden ladder.

“Fuck,” I gasp, clutching at his shoulders.

“Mine,” he growls, beginning to move with powerful, measured strokes. Each thrust drives me deeper into the furs, and each withdrawal leaves me aching for more. His pace is relentless but controlled, building a rhythm that has me panting and clawing at his back. My eyes roll back in my head as I lose myself to this primal pleasure.

His teeth graze my neck, my shoulders, my breasts—not breaking skin but promising the possibility with each nip.

Each thrust sends shockwaves of pleasure through me, his powerful body moving like a predator that leaves me breathless.

I feel a swelling heat at the base of his cock nudging firmly against my clit, sending spirals of pleasure in time with his pace. I look to where our bodies are joined and see that the base of his cock has swollen into a thick, pulsing knot.

My mouth hangs open in shock, and as he follows my lust-filled gaze, his face cracks into a devilish grin.

“Do you want it?” he asks. “We will be locked together in climax.”

“Will it even fit?” I ask nervously.