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SASHA

I pushed at Damon’s chest. He rolled over, and I went with him, pinning him down.

He stared up at me, slack-jawed. After swinging my leg over his hip, I straddled Damon’s lap and planted my ass on his groin, causing a shiver to wrack his large body.

He swallowed hard. Wicked desire danced low in my abdomen at the control I had over Damon, the power he surrendered to me.

My inner wolf grinned, nothing but fangs showing.

Damon’s hands came to rest on my hips. I slapped them away.

“The hell?”

“You’ve made me wait two years to touch you,” I said. I lowered my head till my nose brushed his, grinning. “You’ve denied me this. It’s my turn now.”

Damon stared into my eyes as understanding dawned.

He relaxed beneath me, his eyes hooded as he waited for my next move.

I tossed him a seductive grin and pressed a soft kiss to one of his nipples, then blew on his skin.

Goosebumps erupted, and Damon exhaled a ragged breath.

My clit pulsated. And dammit, I wasn’t even close to getting started.

I hope I don’t unravel before Damon does…

Then I planted a fiery kiss on Damon’s throat, relishing the sensation as I trailed my tongue up his neck. He moaned, the sound resonating from his chest. The hard bulge beneath my wet sex swelled and thickened.

I paused. He can’t be this big… Can he?

Ignorant of my thoughts, Damon’s hands fisted in the sheet, claws slashed out and shredding my Egyptian cotton. I didn’t give a damn.

I bit him hard on the neck, then moved grinding, my clit against the hardness of his cock.

The sensation of his body against mine made me groan in desire, but it wasn’t satisfying enough.

I needed more. But I wasn’t ready for my release just yet.

With a sly grin, I moved down his body, raking my claws over his solid torso, before coming to rest at his pants.

Damon’s skin trembled beneath my touch, his features twisted as he fought to not touch me, allowing me the privilege of touching him. I loved him more for it.

I fumbled with the buttons of his jeans, then realized he was too big of a man for me to rip the jeans from his legs.

Aw hell…

I slashed his jeans and underwear into ribbons, revealing the proud length of him.

Damon flashed a devilish grin. Approval gleamed in his eyes.

My eyes snagged on his cock, pre-cum already beading.

He was massive, and a seed of dismay sprouted in my mind.

Would he fit? I blew cool air onto his cock, tossing the thought away. A growl tore from Damon’s throat.

“Sasha.” My name sounded like a plea.

“Not yet,” I said, teasing him.

I trailed a finger across the head of him, my gaze riveted as his cock twitched in response. I smirked at the harsh lines of his face, the sweat that beaded his brow.

“God, you wicked, wicked thing,” Damon hissed. Another pass of my finger over him elicited a guttural moan from his lips.

Playtime was over.

I took him into my mouth. His back bowed, spine snapping taut.

He growled in ecstasy, his claws stabbing through the mattress.

I sucked, sliding my tongue down the length of him as I watched him beneath my lashes.

His primal elation flooded into me, sparking my own pleasure.

My clit throbbed, the bud hard and sensitive as I rubbed my thighs together.

I could feel the wetness of my arousal soaking through my thighs.

I teased for a few minutes more before Damon growled my name. I paused, releasing him with a wet sounding pop.

His arms trembled. “Sasha, s-stop,” he panted. His chest heaved. “Let me come inside you. Let me hold you.”

I hesitated. “Hmm,” I said, taping a finger against my chin.

Damon shook, propped up on his elbows. “Sasha, baby?—”

I threw him a slow smirk. “Yes, I like it when you beg.”

A low moan came from Damon. I laughed. “Settle down, bear.” I licked the crown of his cock one more time and he let his head fall back. “I accept.”

Damon lunged. In the next instant, I found myself on my back with Damon looming over me, all hard muscles slicked with sweat.

A wicked smirk touched his lips, sending a delighted pleasure racing through me, straight to my toes.

“My turn,” he whispered, the sound of it sending a thrill shooting down my spine.

He slid his large body down my torso, his full lips placing open-mouthed kisses along the swell of my breast, the valley between.

A breathy moan escaped me. I ran my fingers through his hair, tugging at his strands—begging his mouth to return to my throbbing nipples.

A dark chuckle rumbled from Damon as he lowered himself between my thighs.

He grabbed my hand, still tangled in his hair, and placed it at my side.

I whimpered in protest. “I want you to?—”

“Your breasts,” Damon interrupted. “I know, darling.” He peered at me beneath lush lashes.

“But I’m feeling rather hungry.” He gazed down at my pussy.

A blush stole across my cheeks. A ragged groan rippled from Damon’s throat.

“God, Sasha, you don’t know how long I’ve dreamed of tasting you.

Of being like this with you.” He sighed. “You’ve walked in my dreams.”

The breath fled from my lungs. He’d dreamed of me?

My heart pumped, pressing against my ribcage.

I bit my lower lip hard to stifle the unbidden rush of tears that welled.

I didn’t want to ruin the moment, the space in time that was so precious.

It belonged to Damon and I. I wouldn’t ruin it with my tears.

I sniffled and spread my thighs apart wider.

Damon read the invitation in my movements.

He swallowed, his Adam’s apple bobbing, and gaze riveted on my pulsing clit.

My face burned with a wave of embarrassment.

Even my ears grew heated. No man had ever scrutinized me so meticulously, or as intimately.

I squirmed, my knees closing in some, but Damon held my thighs apart at the knees.

His gaze flicked up as he pressed a soft kiss to my inner thigh.

A touch of reassurance. At that, my love for him burned even stronger.

I watched as he lowered his head. Then I felt it.

A dizzying rush of pleasure that snapped my body tight at the feel of his tongue lapping between my folds.

“Oh, God!”

My hips bucked as the wet heat of his tongue flicked my clit, then circled the sensitive nubbin of flesh. I cried out as another jolt of satisfaction bolted through my veins, singing my nerve-endings.

Sweat broke out along my chest, beaded my brow. My breasts rose and fell with ragged pants.

“Don’t stop,” I begged.

Damon moaned before his tongue thrusted into my core, slipped in and out. I writhed over the sheets, my claws slicing out to shred them. Through the delicious haze, I was aware of the torture I’d put Damon through only moments before. He’d returned it tenfold.

He delved into the slippery heat between my legs, again and again.

Damon lapped at my juices that flowed from my core.

The pleasure built, gathered in intensity.

As it crested, I chased after it, rushing toward the pulsating drop.

Damon sucked on my clit. And I reached a climax that was so intense, leaving me to cum with thunderous ecstasy.

My mouth gaped as a scream ripped from my vocal chords.

My back arched, muscles contracting—tightening as wave after rolling wave crashed through my insides.

The slick moisture from my core gushed out.

Damon remained crouched in between my legs, his tongue lapping up my juices, nuzzling the tiny sensitive bud as he extended my rapture to delirium.

A tingling swept through my body, aftershocks of my orgasm causing my limbs to tremble. I gasped in mouthfuls of precious oxygen, my eyes rolling back in my head.

A mischievous chuckle met my ears. “I like when you scream my name.”

I blinked in a daze. Did I call out Damon’s name?

My thoughts, everything, were a jumbled mass of sensory overload.

Then Damon moved over me, his face coming into view.

He settled himself above me, his forearms bracketing most of his weight to keep from crushing me.

I felt him grasp himself, positioning the head of his cock at my entrance.

His mouth captured my own, the kiss building in passionate fervor.

His tongue plunged into my mouth as he growled.

A sob tore past my lips. I threaded my fingers through his hair, fisting the back of his head and bringing him closer to me.

Then he pushed forward an inch. The feeling of fullness settled low in my abdomen, a delicious tingle.

He pressed forward more. A sharp pang hit me.

I paused, a sharp breath snaked from my lips.

Damon, ever tender, peppered my forehead with kisses.

He paused, waiting for me to adjust to him.

Damon patted my hip, letting me set the pace.

As I melted back under him, he slipped deeper.

He spread my left thigh wider, driving deeper, rocking further in.

Never too fast to cause more than a tremor of pain—my mate.

I gasped as, in one more thrust, he buried himself to the hilt, his pelvis brushing against mine.

“Oh… my…gawd,” I whimpered in desire. “You’re so… so thick.”

“You’ll adjust, darling.”

Damon watched my face as I wiggled beneath him—the delectable fullness of him causing heat to blossom through my insides. His own brow furrowed as a wave of pleasure rippled through the both of us—for we were one. A soft smile touched his lips. “Damn, Sasha,” he whispered.

I shifted my hips, bucking. “Take me, Damon. Make me yours.”

Damon moved inside me. He rocked a few tentative motions, watching my features for pain. My lips thinned. The pressure was there, but the pleasure evaded.

“More,” I said. “Go harder.”

“You’re not ready.” He growled as he slowed his thrusts. His muscles trembled with restraint.

With the bite of my claws just prickling his back, I said, “I don’t want you to hold back, Damon. Please make love to me. I want to accept you—all of you.” My eyes implored him.

Damon stilled, a look of awe washing over his face. Then, as if he’d bridled himself, he let go—the leash slipping.

He sank into me, the bed rocking under his strength.

Pleasure whipped through me and I cried out.

I dug my claws into his back, riding the storm.

Our bodies writhed together, sweat slicked our skin, our panting colored the air as we moved as one.

I slammed my hips upward against him, taking him in deeper, my screams reaching a crescendo.

Damon grabbed hold of my knee and spread my thighs apart further, going deeper with another powerful thrust.

“Ah, Damon, yes! There, right there!”

Again and again he pounded into me, his claws out but never nicking my skin. His fangs bared as sheer bliss rippled along his spine. He dropped his head, and I wrapped my arms around his shoulders.

“Sasha, I—” He gave another thrust. “Damn. You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me.”

I let him carry on as he whispered sweet nonsense. How I was beautiful, made for him, the mate he never knew he needed. How the gods had blessed him with me.

A rippling swell of pleasure crested. I moaned as it hit deep in my abdomen, growing and building like an eruption ready to break.

“Ah, yes! I’m so close, Damon, so close.”

“Sasha, darling,” Damon said, panting. A grunt followed.

The swell rose like a tidal wave. I moaned and writhed, chasing that fissure of ecstasy right above the horizon.

The stars burst. My spine snapped back, and a scream tore from me as my channel clenched around the girth of Damon.

He trembled, his thrusts growing more rapid before he gave one final buck and shouted his pleasure to the world.

A stream of warmth funneled deep into me.

I shook as desire encircled me, dragged me under.

Damon gave one final shudder, then he slumped over me, his weight a delicious thing.

Though he still had the strength to prop himself up somewhat in order not to crush me.

Our panting mingled, warming the air—filling the room.

We were one. And that night, our souls aligned.