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“Better?”

He chuffs, his eyes dropping closed. A sexy, sated smile curls his lips. “Always.”

I climb to my feet and kiss him, pulling him into my arms. As much as I’d like to get some tonight, the fact that I hurt my mate’s feelings chills my ardor.

“What about you?” he mumbles against my shoulder, sounding come-drunk and sleepy.

I kiss the top of his head. “What about me?” I close my eyes and deeply inhale. “I have you. That’s what I need.”

He snorts. “You’re a horrible liar, Jax.”

“That’s not a lie. If I want to jerk off, I know how. I need to know you’re happy. I’ve fucked that part up too many times over the past couple of days.”

He softly sighs and tilts his head back to meet my gaze. “If we need to hold off?—”

I slant my lips over his, effectively silencing him. “We’ll let nature take its course,” I say. Your next heat might not come until after we have this shit dealt with. I only hope you don’t mind having a chickenshit asshole husband.”

He smiles. “Yeah, well, as long as you don’t mind having a petty, flouncing one.”

I nuzzle his nose. “I think we’re a perfect pair.”

“So do I.” He starts to say something else when a yawn hits him, and that settles the matter for me. Shutting down his sleepy protests, I quickly soap us both up, we rinse, then we head to bed.

I pull him into my arms and he almost immediately crashes into sleep. Now I can close my eyes and breathe in his scent.

I pray that we have many peaceful nights ahead of us.

Just hope that doesn’t jinx us.

Chapter Thirty-Four

Todd

Against the line

If Jax were anyone else, I’d be willing to take whatever punishment was dealt to me for going all the way and barebacking this pup until we both collapse from exhaustion.

Except Jax is not only my pack Alpha, he’s my best friend.

And I don’t even know if the pup can stay. That’s the other thing helping me keep my brains firmly in my skull and not cross that line.

The sexy, eager energy washing off Mal curls my toes when he takes that first load from me. I’ve had the honor of dealing with eager, sexy pups before, but there’s something different about Mal I’ve never felt with any of those others and it really turns my crank.

When I tell him to stay, I don’t think a hurricane-force wind could peel him off that bench.

I walk over to the cabinets and retrieve the items I want, as well as the small cart housing the milker.

With everything I need in place, I return to Mal’s head and look him in the eyes. “I usually use a numbing cream so a guy can last longer in the milker. And wrap a cock strap around everything, paired with a jelly cock ring. I also have many butt plugs to choose from.”

He casts a glance over his shoulder at the items before dropping his head, sticking his ass up, and wiggling it. “Yes! All of it! Everything! Please!”

I grab him by the chin and make him meet my gaze. “What’s your safeword?”

He looks frantic and desperate and that’s soooo fucking hot. “Red. But I’m green right now. Green green green, and if I need you to stop I’ll say red. But right now, please, I need to come!”

I kiss him again, wishing I could fuck him while he experiences this for the first time. Having his mouth wrapped around my cock is the world’s best consolation prize, though.

I don gloves and pick a medium-sized butt plug. It only takes me a couple of minutes to lube and loosen him so his hole greedily gobbles it when I press it home.