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Nico’s hand stilled. “Repeat what you said.”

“H-He couldn’t either, Nico,” she said. “I’m broken.”

“The fuck you are and I’m going to prove it.” He placed her hands above her heads. “Don’t move them.”

She gasped. “Nico...” He’d never hold her down. It wasn’t his style, but not allowing her to move. A bit of worry pushed back the hot rush of need pounding in her veins.

“Do you trust me, little wolf?” He stared at her hard, demanding her answer before he did anything else.

"Yes, of course, I do," she replied. "I'll always trust you."

“Good girl,” he said, his voice rumbling in his chest.

She gasped, arching to him when his fingers glided across her sensitive flesh, gathering up more of her wetness. The coil of heat tightening in her lower belly unfurled marginally, giving her some semblance of relief, but it wasn’t enough. She still yearned for more of his touch. Nico took his time, his gaze on hers while he explored her body. It was too intimate. She was exposed. Open. He could see all her faults. Instinct demanded she cover herself up, yet the minute she tried to shield herself, he growled, stilling her movements.

“Are you scared, little wolf?” His middle finger rubbed her clit in a circle, and she sucked in a breath. “Worried I won’t like what I see?”

Her toes curled as he added more pressure to the hard nub at the top of her sex. “I don’t know.” She licked her bottom lip straining against him.

“Are you afraid you still won’t be able to orgasm?” He cocked a brow while he continued to toy with her.

"Yes." Her heart pounded. Her hands were slick with perspiration. The more his fingers manipulated her sex the tenser she became. She couldn't pinpoint the feeling or explain how she felt other than she sat on the edge waiting for something to happen, even if she didn't think it would.

“Trust me?” He peered down at her. A fierceness she’d never seen before filled his features.

“Always.” Nico never let her down. Never broke her trust, especially when trusting people didn’t come easily for her.

He laced his fingers with hers, holding her hand. "We do this easy, little wolf. Be brave for me, little mate of mine." He pushed his finger into her. A foreign ache took root then. It hurt a little but not bad. Then he added a second before going back to her clit. Over and over, he teased her, bringing her to the brink, and then he'd back off.

“Please,” she whispered. “Please stop toying with me.” She shook in his arms the pain in her middle had steadily grown worse until she thought she’d die. All she wanted was to be normal to feel like herself again, not whatever this was called.

“Are you ready, baby?” Nico crooned.

She nodded unable to speak. She swallowed hard, wiggling against his lap. Craving the relief, she knew only he could give her. “Yes.” She pushed the word between clenched teeth.

“Me too.” He removed his fingers from her pussy then licked them clean. “The next time we’re together, I’m going to eat your little cunt until you scream my name and come all over my face.

She gasped. “Nico.”

"Don't act so shocked, little wolf. I'm dirty. Filthy. I know you heard about me. I know it makes you jealous and hurts your feelings. I know you want this dick. I know you want to wear my mark." He chuckled softly. "I also know you want to put your claim on me too." He lifted her momentarily to release his dick from his pants. "Now's your chance. Will you take it, Hayden?"

Hayden sat up. She removed her shirt and her bra. “Yes.” She was excited. Aroused. Hyped up. She placed her hands on his shoulders, nervous about what came next while also eager to get it over with at the same time.

“I’m in control,” he snarled, snaring her gaze. “Not you, Hayden.”

She nodded. “Okay.”

“We do this my way. Slowly. I won’t hurt you. Not after everything. Not after almost losing you.” He pressed his forehead to hers and took a shaky breath. “If you feel overwhelmed or scared, tell me. We’ll go slower.”

She wanted it hard and fast so she couldn’t think. She wanted him to take her choice away so the voices in her head, the doubt, the loathing, and the guilt were silenced. She wanted to forget for a minute who she was and what happened to her. Just once she wanted to indulge in her mate, properly. Experience what everyone else experienced.

When she didn’t say anything to the contrary, Nico positioned himself at the entrance of her vagina. “Please don’t regret this.” How could she ever? Yet the strain in his voice and the fear also gave her pause. They were both in the same predicament.

"Never." Her breath hitched as he filled her. The burning pain of being stretched open caught her by surprise. Nico stilled. He held himself within, waiting for her to grow accustomed to him being inside her. Hayden buried her face in his neck and inhaled deeply before settling. "Okay." She didn't know who she said it for, him or herself, but the minute the word left her lips, he retreated then filled her.

Her inner muscles rippled around him. She whimpered his name while trembling in his arms. This was more than what she imagined it could be like with him. His low groan of approval sent pleasure ripping through her. Relief and a lightness she hadn't realized she'd been looking for, bloomed in her chest. She gave a tentative rock of her hips and Nico growled. His grip on her hips tightened, and she looked up at him.

"Sweetest little pussy," he murmured, his face contorted in pain and ecstasy. "You're all mine now, Hayden. My dick is all you'll crave. You'll come back to me every time your clit tingles and your cunt is slick. You'll beg me to fuck you. Got it?"