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Blake had been the only one I felt comfortable being naked in front of.

‘He’s never seeing you naked again. No one is,’ Zane spoke with authority in my head. I really needed to stop thinking, but it occurred to me again he was saying that like he was laying down the law.

‘It is law. No-one is seeing you like this.’ His hand ran up my inner thigh.‘It pisses me off he has seen you like this. No wonder he was begging for you to take him back.’

‘You’ve seen Ebony,’ I forced back in his head. ‘What’s the difference?’

‘That’s Ebony. She has nothing on you. I’d be begging for you to take me back too.’ He groaned. ‘You’re so fucking soft.’His finger ran over my bare skin, he slipped a finger into me, and I arched my back.‘And wet for me.’He slipped another finger in me picking up the pace, just as his mouth covered my breast.‘Fuck, you’re killing me, Allie.’

I groaned. God, I can’t take foreplay. “Stop teasing me,” I said breathlessly.

His tongue swirled around my nipple. I couldn’t do foreplay, I needed him. In me. Pushing me to the breaking point. That’s what I needed.

“Please, Zane,” I begged.

He pulled back and started taking his clothes off. My eyes took in his defined body and those darn fucking tattoos. So much detail and I wanted to explore each one with my tongue.

“Allie?”

“Mm?” I was still taking in his body. God, how did I get so lucky? My hands reached up, and I felt his hard abs.

“Protection, we need to talk about it before we go further.”

I snapped my eyes off him, looking him in the eye.

“Have you ever gone skin on skin?” he asked, gripping me and dragging me up the bed until my head sunk into one of his pillows. Having his naked body so close was making my mind clouded. “Skin on skin, have you done it?” he repeated. Like he knew I was distracted.

“No.” I knew he was more experienced than me, so I didn’t need to ask him when I knew the answer was obvious.

“Me neither.”

“What?” I looked at him like he couldn’t be serious.

He shrugged, kneeling in between my legs. “I wanted to experience that with my mate.”

My mouth dropped open, now understanding why he was asking me the question. He wanted to do skin on skin. With me.

“Are you protected?” He looked like his self-control was wavering right now. Like he was seconds from just taking me without getting an answer.

“Injection,” I answered. “So yes.”

“Good.” He inhaled sharply. “I was praying you were.” His hands ran up my stomach until he was gripping my breasts. “You know it’s painful?”

I frowned. “I’m not a virgin.” God, Blake had taken that a long time ago.

‘It pisses me off he was the one to do it.’

“Out of my head, Zane.”

“Sorry.” He quickly kissed my lips and pulled back, making me groan and throw my head back. Why was he pulling back? “It’s painful.”

“What? Losing my virginity? Cause it wasn’t that bad.” I made a point not to recall the memory right now knowing he was in my head. He did not want to know the details. Hell, I didn’t want him to know the details! “Why are we talking about this?” I frowned, frustrated.

Could he not see or feel how bad I wanted him right now? It was past want and was now a physical need.

His lips returned to my skin, and he kissed down my neck and across my collarbone, and just when I was enjoying it, he pulled back, making me groan again.

“No, being marked.” He planted another soft kiss on my collarbone.