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“No. I mean, I’m human.”

“You keep saying that. But you don’t smell human. You can hear me in your head. You itch when we’re too far apart. And you’re wet for me.” Fen pressed one long finger against his back entrance.

He’d asked questions, of course, and had heard rumors and whispers, but he’d never had a discussion about the complications and specifics of sex with werewolves. “Is this normal, right?”

He wanted it to be right.

“More than. I’m going to make you feel so good.” Fen’s touch continued, the steady rocking connection that was building this fire inside the pit of his belly he didn’t know what to do with.Sex had never felt like this. Never. This was heaven.Please don’t stop.

Don’t worry, I’m not going to stop. I want to make love to you. Bring us together.“Tell me you want it too.”

“More than anything.” He needed that more than anything in the history of things. And there had been a long history of things.

“Good.” Fen’s smile was downright wicked, an expression he’d not seen on that dear face yet, and his whole body heated even more.

Fen opened him up, two fingers inside him now, moving back and forth, and he arched, a long moan coming from him. Yes. This was so damn perfect.

He wanted to roar.

He wanted to beg.

His entire body shuddered with all the things he needed right now.

Right this very second.

His world was spinning, and he couldn’t quite catch his breath.

“Help me. I need more. I need something.”

He felt like a virgin, which was ridiculous, but he did. This was more than he had ever?—

He’d never known his nerves could feel so much.

That his heart could be so loud in his ears and Fen could smell so good. Did he smell that way to Fen?

“Better. Better, you smell necessary.” That growl echoed in his very bones.

“Yes. Necessary.” He panted, rocking his hips back against that huge hand, feeling the scrape of his nerves as Fen touched him. Then Fen was lifting him, pulling him up and over, then fitting that broad cockhead to his hole.

“Going to knot you, love.”

“Anything. Please. Anything.” He’d never needed like this, and he intended to have it now.

Fen pushed inside him, and Rory’s thighs clenched, drawing his knees up, exposing himself wider.

That amazing prick filled him and filled him and filled him until he swore when he swallowed he could feel the tip on the back of his throat.

“Oh my God. So good.”

Fen’s eyes flashed. “You’re so tight. You all right?”

“Better than. Don’t stop, please, please.” He thought for a second there was nothing but wolf in Fen’s eyes, and it was so?—

The moon.

He could see the moon in Fen’s eyes.

Rory could feel their bodies moving together, hear the sounds of them slapping together.