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I take her dress off, one strap after the other, watching her shrug them down, watching her neck line lower to reveal her breasts.

They are full against her chest, rounded to a dusty peach point that makes my mouth water.

I want to dive for her neck, where her pulse is in a frenzy.

I want to trail kisses from her neck all down to her chest and the rest of her body, I want to feel her arch into my mouth.

But I wait, pulling the dress down as she shimmies out of it. Then it is just her, in her forest green lace panties, on my bed, looking better than anything I could have dreamed, better than anything I deserve.

My eyes trail back up to her siren face. A smile teases her lips, and her hands move to roam all over her body.

“Fuck, Hazel,” I groan as my cock throbs with a mad ache between my legs. I do not grant myself the same patience or courtesy when I tear my clothes off of my body. Hazel’s breath intensifies now as her hands go lower, and lower down her body.

“Mine,” I growl and lower myself onto her. She wraps her arms around me and pulls me in as our lips crash. My hard throbbing cock rests between her thighs and she grinds against it. needing it.

I take my kisses from her delicious mouth, to her jaw, down to her neck.

I rest there, sucking on her soft flesh, feeling her pulse flutter and race, feeling her hands run down my back when I graze her skin with my teeth, feeling her want me more and more.

Then down to her chest. I do not hesitate in taking her breast sin my mouth, sucking them whole, fitting as much as I can into my mouth.

She cries out, pressing my head into her chest, her hips grinding against me with an impatience that makes me even harder for her.

I want to feel her slick, taste her wetness, feel her warmth envelope me, cushion me…make me feel alive.

I go from one breast to the other, until she is a whimpering mess of need.

Then I trail lower down her belly, feeling her muscles quiver with my touch.

I take small portions of her flesh and suck on them.

Her legs are restless, wrapping around me, digging into the mattress, pressing on my shoulder, needing me to go lower.

I pull up and look at her. “Use your words, my angel. Tell me what you want.”

She shakes her head when I go back down, teasing her, giving her little nips and bites all over her belly until she blurts it out.

“Please, please, eat me out, eat me clean. Please, I need to feel your tongue,” she whimpers and whines, grinding her hips into my chest.

I smile against her belly and kiss her before I descend to her groin.

“That’s my baby,” I say as I kiss her inner thighs, sucking on bits of her flesh until I feel it bruise. Nearing the center of her heat. The scent hits me like an avalanche, and then I am drowning. My mouth is watering with desire.

I don’t hold back anymore. My wolf can’t spend another second of his life without tasting her.

I suction my mouth to her lips, licking every inch before spreading them apart with my tongue and diving in for the kill.

Hazel is all moans, and it is music to my ears.

I feel her pleasure take over her in waves as my tongue explores her, laps her up, rides against her sweetness until she bursts in my mouth.

I do not let even a single drop go to waste .

And I don’t stop. I keep sucking her off, feeling her harden and throb on my tongue.

“Kieran, please.” Her voice is a rough gasp now. She tries to beg again, but her words are drowned by her moans, and they come out like gibberish.

That’s just how I like it—her brain thinking of nothing but how good she feels, how good I make her feel.

I slide a finger into her, and she screams, tightening around me.

“Fuck. Hazel,” I groan, feeling her pulse around my lone finger.

She takes deep breaths, trying to control her breathing.

“Good girl, keep breathing like that,” I praise her, teasing her clit. Then, I take it all in my mouth, while at the same time, sliding another finger into her.

My other hand is on her chest, twisting her nipples, over and over.

“Fuck, you’re driving me insane Kieran,” she moans.

I am having a feast, catching up on lost time. I could live between her legs and never need a day’s break. She tastes of everything my brain, mouth, body, and soul have been craving, and I am not about to hold myself back.

I pump my fingers into her. Her hands snake into my hair, pulling hard, digging into my scalp, running all over it.

Fuck that feels good. I want to tell her how she is triggering every single nerve in my body and I haven’t even put my cock in her yet. I finger her until she quivers and blesses me with another load of her cum, screaming my name as her legs tighten around my head.

I don’t stop until her legs go lax, the quakes of her orgasm flowing through her body.

“Please, please…”

I pull back now, my fingers still buried inside her. I pause to feel the roughness, her sensitive spot, and I tease it, looking at her as she tries to pull her rational faculties together.

“Please what baby?” I ask. When I see her start to lose it, I stop and wait.

She growls in frustration and looks at me with her brows scrunched together .

“Fuck. Kieran…” she moans as I start to tease her again, rubbing my two fingers against her.

I reach for her nipples and twist them lightly. She shakes her head, and I stop.

“No!” she cries out. “No, please,” she begs.

“You know I love hearing what you want, my angel. Your wish is my command,” I say, teasing her breast now, running around her nipples in circles.

“How do I know how to please you if you don’t tell me how?” I ask.

A frustrated sigh escapes her lips ,and it is the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.

“Fuck, Kieran,” she moans as I go deeper inside her with my fingers.

I know what exactly she wants. I feel it through our bond.

It is like instinct to me, it is like reading my own palm.

But nothing turns me on like her saying exactly what it is that she wants.

“Fuck me, Kieran. Fuck me! I need to feel your cock inside me,” she all but screams.

Music to my ears.

“As you wish, my Goddess,” I groan, overcome by the need for her that I’ve been nursing since before the battle came to our doorstep.

I lean toward her face and kiss her, wet dirty, sloppy, and passionate. I want her to feel how much I love her before I fuck her the way my wolf needs her.

“I love you, Hazel,” I say to her. Her breath catches, but I don’t wait for her to respond. I slide out my fingers and angle my cock to replace them.

“Oh Kieran,” she squeals. I take her earlobe in my mouth and suck as I slide in. I feel her sucking me in and I hiss, making her tighten even more around me.

“Fuck,” I groan feeling her throbbing in time with my own member.

She is perfectly made for me. And every time I am inside her, I feel it even more. I thrust into her all the way until our hips are touching. Then I pull all the way out, and go in again, all the way.

She is barely breathing. All I hear are gasps as if she feels me anew each time, as if she can’t believe how much I fill her up .

But my patience is wearing thin.

I straighten out and hold her by her hips, turning her to her side and taking her leg up to my face.

I suck on her toes, one little one after the other as I stroke into her, in and out, in a steady rhythm.

I lick all over her foot, and I watch as her eyes roll to the back of her head.

Her lips go lax, and her tongue peeks out.

Fuck.

She will be the death of me, and I don’t mind.

My balls are getting heavy with seed and I fuck her in earnest down, pumping my cock into her according to the need that is coursing through my veins.

Our grunts and moans and sighs fill the room.

We don’t care who hears we are like wolves howling to the moon.

I feel her wolf howling in pleasure, and mine joins in.

I feel her tighten around me. Her orgasm is close.

I pause, slip out of her, and flip her over in one fluid motion before I dive back into her. She takes me easily, her wetness coating my cock, suctioning me in.

“Fuck, Hazel. I’m never gonna lose you again,” I say, holding her hips on either side as I fuck her according to the animal instinct within me, letting my wolf take over until she trembles and shakes all around me, cumming all over my cock, getting her juices all over her thighs and mine.

“There’s my good girl, give it to me, baby,” I praise her and she cums even more.

“Yes, yes, just like that,” I encourage her and she keeps cumming, and twitching all around me. “How did I survive without you? How did I ever think I could?” I say as her pleasure floods me with a kind of joy I know I can get nowhere else but right here with her.

I can’t hold back for much longer. Her pussy tightens around me like a vice grip.

“Fuck, you’re going to suck me dry,” I grunt as I lower and hug her, before pulling her back up with me, my hands cupping and kneading her breast. I keep fucking her.

“Yes, yes, just like that, fuck, Kieran,” she moans, and I feel her about to cum again.

My balls are full of seed for her, and just as she is releasing, tightening and quivering around me, I turn her to kiss her as I empty my seed into her.

We come undone in each other’s hands, cocooned in our bubble. It is just us in the world as we fall into the void of our shared orgasm together. We collapse onto the bed, still joined at the hip. I don’t know how long we stay like that, but I feel her breathing even out from the labored frenzy.

By the time the candlelight dims and the fire crackles low, she is mine. All mine.

And I am hers.