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I t was an unseasonably warm night. Dry too. Just perfect for a Holiday Film Festival at the drive-in.

Yes, I lucked out with the weather. But that was just one of the blessings I was counting for myself as I worked beside Emmet at the snack stand. I already sent George and his brothers to check cars in, and direct parking, and get the projector ready.

The gangly teens couldn’t stop staring at the big, tatted up cowboy who showed up with a ready kiss for me, declaring he was mine to do with as I pleased so I might as well put him to work.

So, I had.

My cheeks hurt from grinning as I watched Emmet lean over to grab the bag of popcorn kernels from the floor. He poured them into the machine effortlessly, but it was the lean that did it for me.

Goddamn, my man was fine.

He looked hot as hell in his tighter than tight thermal shirt and his jeans molded to his muscular thighs and buttocks. Every time he moved it sent ripples of awareness pulsing through me.

His body was better than a work of art, though it was that too. Emmet’s physique wasn’t built for gawking, it was the result of years of hard work. Anyone could see he moved with confidence and grace.

His corded muscles were so much more than eye candy. But I had to admit I did not mind the treat myself. Of course, I wanted to bite the head off of every other female I caught staring.

But who could blame them? Besides, my man only had eyes for me, and I was not about to question that miracle above all others. I knew what I was. Pretty face, chubby body, weirdo tendencies.

But it didn’t matter to him. Emmet wanted me just the way I was, and I wanted him right back. He gave me so much. I wondered if he knew how much it meant, him sharing his life with me. His world. His magic. His friends.

The Crew were second in line to get in tonight, and I could not believe they all showed up. I was humbled and full of emotion. So much of it gratitude.

The treats I’d ordered from Devil’s Food Bakery were selling like crazy, as was the gourmet hot cocoa Emmet insisted I needed to include.

I was a regular Swiss Miss kinda gal, but he knew what he was talking about when he’d ordered all those flavored marshmallows and other confections to top the thick hot chocolate with.

“Too bad we can’t spike that,” one of the older men in line said, and I smiled and shrugged.

“Sorry, no alcohol on the premises.”

“A shame, but I will still take one for me and the missus. Can we have two jumbo peppermint marshmallows? Oh, and one of those terrific looking muffins,” he said with a twinkle in his eyes.

“Sure!”

I rang him up and made change, putting all his goodies onto a tray before helping the next customer.

“I’m back!” Steven called out and jumped over the counter.

“Easy, son,” Emmet growled, and I made sure to put some space between my mate and the young man.

“Steven, it’s slowing down now. Can you handle it?” I asked, making sure he agreed before grabbing Emmet’s arm and tugging him to the supply room around back.

“What are we doing in here—oh,” he said and grinned, cupping his hands on my ass and walking me backwards until my back pushed up against the wall.

“Yeah, oh,” I mimicked, wrapping my arms around his neck. “I thought maybe you needed a little break.”

“If by break you mean a little somethin’ somethin’ in the supply room with my sexy as fuck mate, then yes, I do need that,” he growled and slammed his mouth to mine.

Holy hotness.

He lifted me off the ground and I wrapped my legs around his waist, grateful I wore soft stretch pants with a zippered hoodie over my tank top.

“Mine,” he snarled, and I opened my eyes to see Demon’s emerald gaze staring back at me.

“Yours,” I told my Wolf, my Hellhound, and flexed my hips, needing more of him.

Our tongues tangled, and I reveled in the earthy flavor of my mate’s kiss, grounding me, turning me on, doing things no man ever had.

“I need more,” he said.

I felt him move, walking to the back and shoving something aside before placing me on a flat surface. One of the shelves, I assumed. I was too busy sucking on his neck, tracing the wickedly sexy tattoo there with my tongue. Emmet unzipped my hoodie, tugging my tank top down and freeing my breasts.

“This is all you had on? Fuck,” he growled, ducking his head and sucking one hard nubbin into his hot mouth.

The man devoured me like I was something delicious. Like he was starving, and he couldn’t get enough of me.

I knew what I was, and a sex kitten I was not. But Emmet made me feel like one. He showed me with his lips and his hands how much he wanted me.

He tuned me in to the extent of his desire and esteem with every growling kiss and caress. Maybe to some, making love in a storeroom was trashy or crude.

But to me, it was heaven because it was him.

My body was electrified, ignited by his touch. I had my hand on his buckle, undoing his belt and unzipping his jeans. I reached in, swallowing his curses as I freed his thick dick from its tight confines.

“Give me. I want it,” I moaned, pushing him back and sinking to my knees.

“What are you—fuck!” he snarled.

His hands were cupping the back of my head as I licked a trail from the base of his cock to the drop of precum sitting at the tip. My core throbbed as I wrapped my lips around him, so turned on I could hardly think.

I felt our matebond swirling around me. For some reason, when we were like this, it was like I could see, feel, hear everything. My mate was so hot. His need pulsed around us, and I could feel how turned on he was, and that only made me take him deeper into my throat.

Gagging on his fat cock should have made me embarrassed, but it only made me try harder.

“Relax, Angel. That’s it. Fuck, you’re so good,” he grunted, flexing his hips, fucking my mouth like I needed him to.

Three more pumps and he pulled me to my feet with his hand on my neck.

“But I wanted—oh!”

“Need to fuck your tight little cunt, Angel. Need to feel you suck the cum from my balls,” he growled, and his voice was positively demonic.

My core tightened as he spun me around, forcing my hands down on the shelf he’d placed me on before.

I felt Emmet tug on the waist of my pants, pulling them as low as he could get them. My legs were still too close together, but that did not stop him.

He grabbed my hips, pulling them back as he placed the flat of his hand on my back and pressed me down so my chest was lying flat. Then I felt him at my entrance.

Need coursed through me fast as a bullet train, but I still wasn’t ready for how it would feel when he slammed that perfect cock into me.

“Let me in, Little Girl. That’s it. Take my cock,” he grunted, stretching me with each stroke, making me positively feral with each flex.

My sensitive nipples pressed against the cold metal of the shelf, but that was nothing compared to the way I felt with every drag of his shaft inside me.

My body lit up like one giant nerve ending. Emmet’s hands tightened on my hips, and I felt pricks of pain where his claws bit into my tender flesh. That only served to heighten my pleasure.

“Come for me, mate. Come now,” Emmet demanded, and my body was well-trained by now. Living in his house. Sleeping in his bed each night. Oh yes, it listened when he spoke. When he said come, I came.

“Yes! Fuck, Yes!” I moaned, mouth open as I felt his hot cum filling me. There was so much of it, it was leaking down my thighs.

“You look so fucking good, dripping with my cum,” he growled against my ear.

I felt him withdraw from my heat with a whimper, then I squeaked as he cupped his hands against my sex, pushing his release back inside me.

“I want you to walk out of here full of me, mate. I want to stand beside you out there, knowing your panties are wet because of me. Because of what we did back here. Because of how much your body wants mine.”

Oh. Wow.

“Anything else?” I asked, eyebrows raised.

Yes, he was being overbearing. But I had to admit I loved that about him.

“Yeah. I want you wearing this while you do it,” he said, and pulled a blue box out of his pocket.

“Where did you—oh my God,” I gasped, covering my mouth with my hands.

Emmet took the ring out of the box and grabbed my left hand, sliding it onto my finger. I stared in awe at the two stones, one emerald, one sapphire, wrapped inside an infinity symbol.

“Do you like it?” he asked and seemed worried.

“Like it? Emmet, it’s beautiful. I love it so much,” I said, cupping his cheeks and bringing him down for a kiss.

“Mmm,” he moaned, tangling his tongue with mine before slowing us down. “Much as I would love to engage in round two, someone is coming. Let’s get you dressed,” he murmured, and pulled my pants up before I could protest.

Well shit.

I guess he was serious about wanting my panties wet with his cum.