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He grabbed my ass, lifting me up so we were looking straight at each other, my legs hooking around his waist and bringing him in closer. The tip of his nose ran along the outer shell of my ear, and he sighed. “This is a mistake. It’s already all my fault. If I screw this up anymore… Tell me to stop. Please, Marlowe. I need you to be the sane one. Tell me to go home.”

Oh, I was probably theleastsane of the pack when it came to desire for my pack mates. “You say that like I don’t want this just as badly.”

He groaned, slamming his lips against mine again, his hardened cock rubbing against my bare sex. The head would catch every time, teasing entrance, but instead glided smoothly through my slick folds.

His tongue expertly met mine, plundering my mouth while his hands gripped me tightly.

I shook, not with cold, but need. “Nolan, put it in me already,” I begged, breaking from his kiss.

He obeyed immediately, spearing me with a strong, determined thrust. I gasped and his mouth captured the sound, his size stretching and filling me until my eyes rolled back in my head in pure ecstasy.

And then he started to move.

All my alphas could fuck, there was no denying that. But Nolan had a rhythm, a roll to his hips, that always sent me straight into oblivion. He hit all the right spots at just the right tempo, playing my body like an instrument.

I lamented that we couldn’t knot—I’d already been gone suspiciously long for a pee, and if we ended up stuck together for the next twenty to thirty minutes, Linda would probably organize a search party.

Our panting mingled into cloudy puffs of air, rising above us and dissipating into the dark night.

“Nolan,” I moaned, watching his dark brown eyes as he led me into a delirious oblivion. “Don’t stop,”

“Never,” he growled, his thrusting becoming wilder. I sought out his mouth again, afraid I might scream out as I came.

And come I did, my body seizing and melting and exploding all at once, contracting over Nolan’s cock and milking his own release.

With one final push, he crushed his hips and lips into me, miraculously having the willpower to leave his knot outside.

He shuddered with the aftershocks of his orgasm, his cum spurting in pulses.

I buried my face in his neck, breathing him in as we climbed down together. All I wanted was for him to take me home, make love to me again and knot me so we could cuddle and talk, listening to music and tracing the lines of each others’ bodies with our fingers.

Reluctantly he pulled out, a mixture of slick and semen running down my legs as he set me back on my feet. I leaned against the wall for support, shivering as the cold air met with the wetness on my skin.

He got down on his knees and pushed up my skirt, licking my inner thighs clean.

I covered my mouth with one hand to stop the giggle from escaping, the other holding onto his thick, dark brown hair. “That tickles!” I said in a strained whisper.

A deep rumble of a chuckle resonated in his chest, and after he was finished, he stood again, leaning down to kiss me. The taste of our sex mingled on our lips and tongues, and I felt myself needing him all over again.

Nolan must have felt the same way, his cock now half-erect and getting harder.

“Dammit,” he grumbled. “I just want to take you home, getyou in a nice, warm tub and then fuck you all over again.”

I dug my face in his chest, his skin inexplicably warm. How was he not freezing his perfect ass off out here? I reached down to give it a little squeeze, just to make sure it was still there.

“Soon,” I replied. I put on a brave face, trying my best to offer him a comforting smile. “This will all be over soon.”

With one more blistering kiss, he shifted back into his wolf and bounded away, his red fur soaking in the darkness.

My smile held as I watched him go, but my tears had other ideas. I wiped them as they fell, finally feeling the full extent of the cold and slinking back inside. I went to the bathroom as I’d originally intended, trying to wash up, but by the time I reunited with Linda and her friends back at the table, one sniff of me was all they needed to know what I’d really been up to.

“I’m sorry,” I started, but Diana hushed me.

“Marlowe, you don’t have to explain yourself, and you didn’t do anything wrong. Are you okay?”

My hand made its way to Nolan’s bond mark absentmindedly, and I stared vacantly at the table. “For now, yes. And I am sorry if I kept you waiting or if I worried you at all. How about I get the next round to apologize?”

They cheered and Samantha reached over to pat my arm with a wink. “And just like that, all is forgiven.”