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I press my arms against Clara’s waist, pulling her towards me. She falls against my chest, laughing and looking up at me with bright, happy eyes. Music is pulsing through both of us, a palpable force joining us together as we dance to the same beat.

The warmth flooding through Clara’s body is impossible to ignore. I can sense it crashing against her inner thighs, rising through her core, and turning her nipples into stiff peaks against me. The scent that rises from between her breasts is thick and sweet, making my mouth water as I think about searching for the source of it with my lips.

I wrap my hands around her waist a bit tighter, the urge to reach down and grab her ass almost unbearable. She’s vulnerable in my arms right now, and I have to be careful.

She has to be completely sure that she wants me. I won’t coerce her.

Then Clara grabs my hips and yanks my body towards hers, sliding her hips back and forth. I have to close my eyes and gulp hard to maintain my control.

I can’t take much more of this!

“Hey,” she says, so softly that I can barely hear her. “Do you want to get out of here?”

I nod, not trusting my voice. She takes my hand and leads me across the dance floor, which has gotten a little packed since we started dancing. Following behind Clara as we leave the bar, I can’t stop looking at the luscious curve of her hips or her toned ass under the fitted, floral dress.

As we cross the parking lot, Clara puts her arms around my waist and stumbles. I catch her, but end up tripping over my own feet. Clara puts a hand on my chest, giggling as I regain my balance to hold us both up.

“I don’t know about you, but I think I hit the sauce pretty hard tonight,” she says. “I can hardly see.”

“I know what you mean,” I say, grinning. “I’m definitely feeling it, but I think I’m doing better than you if you need me to carry you.”

“No way,” she laughs. “Even though I have complete faith in your shifter metabolism, you almost hit the pavement just there. I’m not taking any chances.”

“Fair enough,” I answer, smiling. “But that means you’ll have to actually use your own feet.”

“Damn,” she mutters. “Curse you and your logic! How do I even find my feet right now?”

She looks down at the ground, as if looking at her feet might help her decide how to use them. She frowns.

“Your logic is flawed,” she says. “It seems I no longer have feet.”

“Those are your knees, Clara,” I say. “I’d suggest looking further down, but I’m worried you’ll fall, so maybe just trust me that your feet are actually there.”

She sighs, looking up and across the parking lot. “I suppose I’ll have to. How else am I supposed to get to the RV?”

She takes one step and stumbles. With one quick motion, I put my arms around her and pick her up, snuggling her against my chest.

“Don’t drop me!” she giggles.

“Never,” I answer.

I’ll never let you go.

While I walk over to the RV, Clara strokes my shoulder with one hand, her breathing slowly getting deeper and more labored. I can still sense the signs of arousal, but I won’t dare make a move unless she asks me to.

This is going to be one torturous night. It was bad enough being in my bed and not being able to touch her. The RV is ten times smaller!

When I reach the back door, I level Clara up to the latch, and she opens it. I lift her carefully and set her down on the floor before crawling up the steps and slamming the door behind us.

When I turn back to face her, she’s still sitting on the floor. She’s stretched out, propped up on her arms with her feet pointed towards me. Her light cotton dress drapes against her curves, her scent seeping through it to fill the air.

My wolf is panting, and I’m fighting it with every last scrap of strength. My fingers twitch, my fists clench, and my cock presses painfully against my zipper.

If this keeps up, I’m going to need bigger pants.

“Galen,” Clara whispers.

Some of my control fails, and I get on all fours, crawling towards her. I can feel her lust growing, but I can also see fear in her eyes.

Sitting up a little, I reach out and slip her shoe off her foot, caressing her ankle. The feel of her skin against my fingertips almost breaks me, but I manage to take off both her shoes and put them aside without giving in to my arousal.

When I look up, Clara’s eyes are fixed on me, and she’s breathing hard. Where my fingers lightly stroke her ankles, goosebumps start to rise across her skin, colliding with the arousal pounding between her legs.

“Can I help you with the rest of your clothes?” I ask, trying to keep my voice even. To my surprise, she nods and looks down at the front of her dress.

“I definitely can’t do buttons right now,” she says with a lopsided smile.

I start to move towards her, and I basically have to crawl right on top of her, because the back of the RV only has a thin corridor between the equipment cabinets at the back.

When my face reaches her thighs, I have to stop, taking deep breaths and closing my eyes as I revel in her sweet scent. When she shifts a little, I look up at her, and all I can see in her face is desire.

“Clara, please—”

“Shh,” she whispers. After giving me one last intense look, she lays back on the floor and opens her legs.

A groan of need rips through my throat as I shove the light dress up to her hips. I look hungrily at her pussy. I rub her gently through her panties, and she writhes under me, thrusting her hips into the pressure. I rub harder and feel the panties getting wet from the strength of her arousal.

Clara moans and covers her face, opening her knees even further. I grab the waistband of her panties and pull them down her thighs, leaving them at her knees as I lean forward and slide my tongue between the outer lips of her pussy to lap at her clit.

Moaning, I hold her knees together, keeping her trapped and struggling under me as I punish her clit with my tongue. Clara screams and writhes, trying to get her legs open further, but I hold her still and focus on that one super-sensitive pleasure spot.

When her cries start to sound desperate, I let go of her knees and shove my face down lower, licking deep into her pussy and gripping her thighs. Clara yells as she grabs my hair, yanking on it as her hips buck up and down. As she starts to come, a moan of pure pleasure bursts out of me, and I thrust my tongue inside her to lap up all her sweet juice.

When I finally feel her fingers relax against my scalp, I give one last, long lick all the way up her clit and press it gently between my lips. She shudders and moans, her breath rushing out as her hands cover her face again. I crawl up her body slowly, enjoying her scent. I’m so close, I can almost taste the luscious, warm skin on the other side of the thin cotton dress.

When I reach her face, I look down at her, my excitement heightened by being in such a cramped space with her. I run one hand down her body, gently teasing at the buttons on the front of the dress.

“Clara,” I whisper. “Do you want this?”

I rock my hips towards her so she can feel how hard I am through my pants. She opens her eyes, and with her flushed cheeks, red lips, and pleasure-stunned gaze, she’s the most beautiful sight I’ve ever seen.

“Yes, Galen!” she cries. “I want you… I want you inside me right fucking now!”

Her words break something inside me, and need rips through my every muscle. Barely registering what I’m doing, I grab a fistful of fabric from the front of the dress and twist, pulling my arm back. The buttons break, scattering all over the floor as the dress tears open.

I reach down and wrench my own pants down, just enough to free my cock, then thrust forward, desperate to be inside her. Clara opens her legs and puts her arms around me, grabbing my ass to pull me towards her.

As my cock slides into her wet heat, a yell rips from my mouth, pleasure streaking through every inch of me, shocking my every nerve. I close my eyes and brace myself above her, trembling at the intensity of the moment.

When I open my eyes, Clara is watching me, her gaze deep and compassionate. Gold shimmers across her irises, a beacon of her own pleasure and connection to me.

I start to thrust, my movements hindered by the small space. I’m forced to make short, powerful strokes, and even though it’s frustrating to me, Clara goes wild, linking her hands on my back and wrapping her legs around my hips.

Keeping up the short, fast thrusts, I brace my arms over her shoulders, pounding her into the floor. I feel her deepest muscles clenching and spasming, hugging my cock as tension streaks through her. As her climax peaks, she squeezes me with her arms and legs, and then, as the waves of pleasure begin to subside, her whole body goes limp. She barely clings to me, making small, whimpering sounds.

I’m still hard as a rock inside her, and when I move, she murmurs happily, stroking my back with one hand as her pussy clenches around me again. I get up with some difficulty, eventually managing to pick Clara up and move us to the bed.

“Hmm,” she murmurs as she stretches out across the big, soft mattress. “That was amazing.”

I kneel on the bed next to her and run my hand down her chest and belly. Her bra and panties are nowhere to be seen, and I can only assume they were ripped off as my passion overtook my senses.

“Clara,” I whisper. “Do you want more?”

My cock is still rock-hard, and arousal rages through me, making my blood boil. If I don’t take her soon, my wolf might take over, and I wouldn’t be able to stop him.

I’d have to hunt if I can’t fuck. The only thing that would satisfy him if I couldn’t take my mate is a fresh kill.

Clara looks up at me, rubbing her breasts with her hands. “Yes, Galen. More.”

I rip my shirt off with both hands, hearing it tear as I pull it over my head. I hear Clara gasp lustfully, and when I get up to pull my pants off, she keeps her eyes fixed on me.

For a moment, I enjoy her eyes on me, her lingering gaze stoking the flames of my lust. But I can’t hold back for long. I throw myself on top of her, attacking her breasts with my mouth.

Clara writhes under me, moaning as her hands claw at the back of my head. I push her down on the bed, trapping her beneath me as I thrust my hips against hers, licking and sucking her nipples. I can feel her slick, hot pussy right near the head of my cock, the wet heat begging for me to pierce it, but all I do is tease her as I feast on her tits.

She writhes under me, desperate cries bursting from her throat. I run my hands down her sides, grabbing her hips and drawing my cock closer to her pussy. Clara screams and thrashes under me, wrapping her arms around me, grabbing my ass as she tries to force our bodies together.

“Fuck me, Galen!” she screams. “Fuck me!”

I close my eyes as a powerful wave of lust rushes through me, flooding straight into my cock until I’m harder and thicker than I’ve ever been. I enter her slowly, inch by inch, feeling her hot, slick folds squeezing around my cock.

Clara thrashes, writhing as she tries to thrust against me. I keep up my incredibly slow pace until I sink all the way in, balls deep, my cock as far inside her as it can possibly go.

She stops moving, her body completely wrapped around mine. I can feel her nails digging into my ass cheeks, her heels against my thighs. When I look down, her eyes are wide, and her face is blank with desire.

I lean down and kiss her very softly. She whimpers, trembles, flooding through her. I graze her lips with mine again, teasing, feeling her body shivering against mine.

Then I cup one hand behind her head and wrap my other arm around her waist, crushing her against me. I move my hips in long, deep strokes, feeling her pussy clenching around me, her hot, slick heat gripping me as I thrust.

My wolf rises in me, and my body tenses, hardening my muscles. I grip her even more tightly in my arms, pressing my teeth against her neck as I start to thrust harder and faster.

Clara clings to me, her grip on my waist faltering as her knees slip away from my thighs. I’m beyond control now as I thrust into her as hard and fast as I possibly can, feeling my cock thickening inside her tight pussy with every stroke.

I hit my climax, freezing as the pleasure comes, so intense that I feel like I’m about to pass out. Clara’s pussy grips my cock, and she convulses under me as another orgasm rocks through her. My cock shudders and blows, our orgasms becoming one.

We stay wrapped together for a while, cheek against cheek, as our breathing slows. When I roll over to lie beside her, she strokes my cheek, and we look into each other’s eyes.

I watch her beautiful face until her eyes start to close, then I cuddle her close to my chest, and she snuggles against me. Even though the sex is the best I’ve ever had, it is this moment that means the most to me—that she feels so safe she can fall asleep in my arms.