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Carefully, I slip another finger inside her, and Elena makes a strangled noise of pain. I freeze, giving her a moment to adjust before sliding my fingers out and ramming them back in.

Elena squeals, but it’s a cry of pleasure this time. I moan as she seats herself on my hand, her juices slicking my palm. The sharp ding of the elevator pulls me out of the moment, and when the doors slide open, I hear a soft gasp.

I whip my head around in time to see an older couple gaping at us from the hallway. Luckily, my body is so big that only Elena’s legs are visible, but I’m sure it’s obvious what we’re doing.

There’s a long beat of silence as the couple just stares. In the mirror on the wall opposite us, I see Elena’s horrified expression. The couple lets the doors slide shut, and the elevator starts to move again.

I chuckle at the look on Elena’s face, my fingers still inside her. I kiss her senseless until we reach our floor, unwilling to leave her sweet pussy empty for the rest of our short journey.

When the elevator finally reaches our floor, I withdraw my fingers slowly and tug down the hem of her dress. I about yank her arm off as I drag her down the hallway, my fingers fumbling in my pocket for the key card.

I hold the card to the reader, but the light turns red. Red. Red. Red again.

Finally, the little light turns green, and I throw my weight against the handle and shove the door wide open. It bangs loudly against the wall, and I tug Elena inside before slamming it shut and throwing her up against it.

I crush my mouth against hers as I hike up her dress,yanking her panties down so fast that I hear the rip of fabric. Her inner thighs are slick with her juices, and I thrust my fingers inside her again, groaning when her walls clench around me.

Elena moans and rides my hand, grinding her clit against my palm as she chases more friction. I love the feel of holding her this way, my hand cupped around her mound. Her delicious coconut scent mixes with the tang of feminine arousal. She is so fucking wet for me, I can hardly stand it.

My wolf is begging me to mark her. Claim her. Make her mine. But I’ve waited so long for my sweet Elena. I need to do this right.

It takes great effort to slide my fingers out of her wet, hot core and tear my lips from hers. “Take off your dress,” I growl. “And take down your hair. I want to look at you.”

Elena stiffens. It’s an order, not a request, and for a moment, I wonder if I should have softened my demand. But right now, my mind is more wolf than man, and trying to temper my instincts is completely beyond me.

Sliding away from me, Elena steps out of her ruined underwear and reaches up to pull a pin from her hair. One luscious dark curl tumbles down. Then another. Then another.

When she works around to the side of her updo, I catch a glimpse of the long white scar just above her right ear. She unconsciously fluffs her hair to bring some curls forward to cover it, but I close the distance between us and capture her wrist.

“Don’t,” I whisper, bringing her hand down to her waist and sweeping her hair over one shoulder. “You should never hide your scar.”

I gently tuck a curl behind her ear to expose that graceful white line.

“It’s ugly,” she protests.

“No.” I shake my head. “It’s beautiful — just like the rest of you.” I trace the line marking where the surgeon saved her life before planting a soft kiss there.

When I pull back, Elena’s eyes are bright, and my heart stutters. “Now take off that dress.”

Elena shivers at the order, reaching up to drag the thin straps down her arms. I watch intently as she shimmies it down her waist and over her hips until it pools on the floor.

I suck in a breath at seeing my mate completely bare. I can’t even absorb her beauty. Her chest rises and falls more rapidly than is natural, drawing my gaze to her perfect breasts. They’re just the right size to fit in my hands, soft and supple, with rosy nipples that pebble up under my inspection. Faint tan lines criss-cross her chest, showing what she’s hidden from the world — hidden from everyone but me.

As my eyes drop lower, my cock twitches in my pants. Tucked between those soft, soft thighs is her perfect pussy, the thin line of dark hair glistening with need.

I can hear Elena’s heart pounding from here, but she doesn’t shrink under my gaze. In fact, judging by the way her scent intensifies, shelikesbeing naked for me.

“On the bed,” I say, my voice low and ragged.

Something like worry flickers through her eyes, but she turns away so quickly, I don’t have time to scrutinize it.

I’ve imagined this moment for years, but now that I have Elena alone and naked, I can’t decide how I want her first.

On all fours?

On her back?

Against the wall?