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THIRTY-SIX

Reed

I was a horrible person, but no matter how much I knew I shouldn’t push our physical limits after the day we’d had, I couldn’t bring myself to tell her no when she said please so prettily.

Her begging for me? It was burning me up from the inside out, and my wolf was absolutely not going to accept no for an answer, not when our mate had told us exactly what she needed from us.

I yanked her down against my cock with one hand, cradling the back of her neck and pulling her back to my lips with the other.

Fiona opened for me so sweetly. She was perfect surrender that I would never get enough of. She moaned against my lips, tongue darting out and teasing my bottom lip.

But the wolf wasn’t in a teasing mood. My canines were elongated, practically pulsing with the need to pull her neck to the side and sink my fangs deep, take her for the first time while I gave her my mark. No matter how far gone I was, I absolutely couldn’t do that without her consent. So instead, I nipped her bottom lip, drawing a single bead of blood in a stinging rush, which I sucked away with a greedy kiss.

It only stoked the wolf’s vicious hunger, but it would have to be enough for tonight.

Her hips were rolling faster against me, so I stood and flipped our positions, laying her out on the bed and moving to hover over her, holding my weight on my palms as I licked and sucked my way down her beautiful body, paying extra attention to her breasts, her beaded nipples.

Fiona was a profane work of art, her every reaction, every shudder a perfect symphony of teasing pleasure. She was better than any museum exhibit, anything a great painter could ever capture, because she was real. And she was mine and mine alone.

If I lived to be ten thousand years old, I’d never get tired of the taste of her skin or the sound of her sighs. The feel of her thighs clenched around my waist was a holy experience.

I unlocked her ankles, working my way down to her navel to slip off the thin sleep pants she wore. She lifted her hips, eager to help me divest her of her clothes. But this time, I paused to kick off my pants as well. If she wanted to be fucked until she forgot the horrors of today, I could do that.

“You still with me, Stormy?” I whispered the words against her inner thigh, waiting for her nod before I continued. That was all I needed.

I flipped her onto her stomach, lifting her hips into the air so I could see every inch of what was mine. She whimpered as I ran my hands up the outside of her thighs before plunging two fingers straight into her soaked pussy.

Fiona cried out my name, pushing back against the intrusion as I slowly circled her clit with my other hand. Lightly, teasingly, I pushed her closer and closer to the edge. It wasn’t until her inner walls started to clamp around my fingers that I pinched her, dragging a scream of pleasure from her throat that nearly pushed me over the edge, before I was even inside her.

But for her, I would always wait.

“Reed, please. I need more, I need you, I need—” I withdrew my fingers, sucking them clean with a groan of appreciation. She tasted even better than she smelled, all heady and floral, a little bit of apricot sweetness that made me want to go in for seconds.

But my Stormy girl wanted more, and more she would get. I notched the head of my cock at her pussy, her little whimpers holding me on the razor’s edge of needing to plunge in and needing to take it slow, so I didn’t hurt her.

“Whose pussy is this?” I asked, voice gravelly with my wolf’s pressing hunger to take our mate. I ground against her, soaking myself in her arousal but not giving her what she wanted until she answered me.

“Yours, it’s yours, please, I—” Her words broke on a strangled groan as I slid in, just the first inch, as I felt her stretch and open for me. My head hung back on my shoulders, my hands shaking as I forced myself to take it slow, take it easy.

And then she whimpered, pushing back with her hips, and I broke. I plunged forward, and she took me to the hilt in one swift motion with a wordless cry of pleasure.

My hands shook on her hips, and for a moment, I was worried I was going to lose my head like an untried teenager. She was… too perfect. Too everything. I dragged in a lungful of her scent, the heady amber notes stronger now that we were connected, and somehow, the reminder of her pleasure steadied me.

I worked her body in slow, purposeful thrusts, giving her time to climb her next peak. Somewhere along the way, my wolf’s urging receded, canines finally going back to normal human teeth as I regained my own control. When I could tell she was getting closer, I picked up the pace, leaning over her so that my chest brushed her back, so I could sweep her hair out of the way, giving myself access to her neck.

“You going to come for me again, Stormy girl?”

“Y-yes, I’m so close, Reed… I just need something, I’m sorry, I need…”

Most women needed clitoral stimulation, and she’d obviously enjoyed that before. But I wondered…

“I’ve got you, Stormy. Hang on.”

She whimpered again, light flutters around my cock telling me she was right there. She just needed me to push her over the edge. I straightened, pulling her up with me, changing the angle where we were joined.

“Ohhh.” She arched in my hold, head falling against my shoulder as I worked her G-spot, stroked her heavy breasts, and then, when I could tell she was about to fall, I bit her. The pulse point where her neck and shoulder joined had been calling to me, taunting me, where I knew I’d eventually leave my mating mark. Not hard enough to break the skin, just hard enough to?—

She screamed, her pussy locking down around me in a way I couldn’t resist, that pulled me down into the sea of euphoria right along with her.

Lost to my perfect Storm.