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Chapter 15

Doug

D on’t fuck this up, Doug.

Do. Not. Fuck. This. Up.

I’m not sure exactly how we got here.

One minute, we were laughing over cake.

The next?

Dina was crawling into my lap, soft and eager. Next thing I know, her wrap dress untied and gaping open like a gift I’ve waited my whole damn life to unwrap.

Now?

Now I’m down to my boxers. She’s in nothing but a lacy bra and panties that are already soaked through, clinging to every perfect curve like a second skin.

She’s straddling me, thighs spread wide around my hips, body pressed against mine as we kiss deep and hungry, devouring each other like we’ll starve if we stop.

Fuck me, she’s everything.

Her lips taste like chocolate and pure, undiluted need.

She is just as into this as I am, which is saying something because my dick has been hard ever since I saw her.

Her hands are everywhere. In my hair, gripping my shoulders, sliding down my chest with the kind of desperation that makes my cock ache painfully against my briefs.

I grind up against her instinctively, groaning low in my throat when I feel how warm and wet she already is through that thin scrap of lace.

“Doug,” she gasps against my mouth, rocking down just right and making me see fucking stars.

“God, you feel so good.

“You have no idea what you do to me, Sunshine,” I growl, sliding my hands down to her ass and squeezing hard, pulling her tight against me as my cock throbs for her.

I want her.

Want to push those panties aside and fill her up right here, right now.

My Wolf is fucking howling for it, urging me to claim, mark, own .

But no.

Not yet.

Maybe not ever.

Grrrr.

Ouch! Fine, I tell my asshole Wolf.

But not until we talk.

Not until I make sure she knows exactly what this means.

Taking me on as a mate isn’t for the faint of heart, and Dina deserves some warning.

Besides, tonight isn’t about rushing.

It’s about her.

All of her.

Yeah, she might run screaming tomorrow, but that doesn’t mean I can’t enjoy every single inch of her while I’ve got her spread across my lap.

“Lift up for me, baby,” I murmur, voice low and rough with restraint.

She obeys immediately, rising up slightly as I hook my fingers in the waistband of her panties and drag them down those gorgeous thighs as far as I can.

“I’ll buy you more,” I grunt as I tug, tearing them from her sweet, hot body.

She shivers as I pull the useless material off completely, tossing it somewhere behind me like it doesn’t exist anymore.

Because right now? It doesn’t.

It’s not important.

Nothing matters but her.

I slide my hands up her thighs, spreading her wider as I lean forward and inhale deeply right against her bare pussy.

Pure. Fucking. Sunshine.

Oh, this woman is gonna be the death of me.

So sweet.

Warm.

Wet.

Her scent slams into me, wild and intoxicating, like promises and sex and something uniquely Dina.

Her hips jerk, needy and restless.

“Doug,” she whispers, like she’s pleading with me and already breathless, her fingers gripping my hair harder.

“Please, Doug. I need?—”

“I got what you need, Baby Girl,” I rasp, dragging my tongue slowly, so fucking slowly, right up her slick seam.

Her entire body jolts like I just shot electricity through her.

“Oh my God!”

I grin wickedly before doing it again, this time flattening my tongue and licking her from base to clit, savoring every drop of her arousal like it’s my new favorite meal.

Because, let’s face it, it really fucking is.

Better than pizza or steak or even fucking chocolate.

“Doug—oh fuck—Doug!”

I growl against her, loving how responsive she is, how she rides my face like she was made to.

I wrap my lips around her clit, sucking gently at first, then harder, flicking the sensitive nub with my tongue until she’s panting and writhing above me, completely lost in sensation.

Her thighs clamp tight around my head, and I couldn’t be happier. Seriously, I know so many women think they’re gonna hurt their partners like this, but they’re not.

And Dina sure ain’t hurtin’ me.

But if death is the price I have to pay for the pleasure of eating her wholly, then I will choose death every fucking time.

Mine.

“Please—please—I’m so close,” she whimpers, voice breaking on the edge of bliss.

“I gotcha. Good girl,” I murmur between licks, teasing her entrance with my fingers now, sliding two inside her slowly, curling just right until I find that spongy sweet spot that makes her cry out.

“That's it, Sunshine. Let go for me. Come on my tongue.”

She shatters with a scream that echoes through the apartment, pussy clenching and fluttering wildly around my fingers as her orgasm rolls through her like a tidal wave.

I lap up everything she gives me with relish. Fuck, she is beautiful, writhing and moaning, riding out her release. I groan when she shakes and whimpers my name like a prayer.

When she finally collapses against me, boneless and panting, I pull back and lick my lips, staring at her with absolute awe and pure worship shining in my gaze.

“You're fucking perfect,” I tell her simply, because it’s true.

Dina opens her eyes slowly, dazed and glowing.

But when she sees the tent still straining my boxers, she bites her lip and gives me the look.

The I want more look.

“You’ve been taking care of me all night,” she says softly, sliding her hand down between us.

“Let me return the favor, Wolfman.”

Before I can stop her— not that I would —she’s tugging my boxers down and freeing my cock.

I suck in a sharp breath when her fingers wrap around me, stroking softly, then firmer, spreading the precum leaking from the tip as she gazes down at me like I’m the best thing she ever saw.

“Geezus. Sunshine,” I groan, hips rocking up into her hand.

“Condom?” she asks, voice husky.

I nod frantically, grabbing one from the drawer of the coffee table and rolling it on in record time.

As soon as I'm covered, she positions herself above me, sliding the blunt head of my cock through her soaked folds, teasing us both.

“You're sure?” I ask, gripping her hips tightly, teetering on the edge of sanity.

She leans down, kissing me deeply.

“More than sure.”

That’s all I need.

With one slow, steady push, I slide into her.

Fuck.

She’s tight. So tight.

Hot and wet and squeezing me perfectly, inch by inch, until I’m buried to the hilt.

We both groan at the same time, our heads falling together as we cling to each other.

“Fuck, Baby Girl, you feel incredible,” I rasp, fighting the urge to just start slamming into her.

She shifts her hips experimentally and we both moan again, because holy fuck the friction is everything.

Hot. Wet. Heavy. Perfect.

She starts moving slowly, rolling her hips and grinding down on me, dragging my cock through her fluttering walls in the most delicious, torturous way.

My hands roam everywhere. She feels so good to me. I touch her waist, her hips, her ass, coasting my fingers up her spine to cup the back of her neck as she rides me.

“You're so fucking beautiful,” I pant, watching her bounce and writhe above me, her big tits jiggling and her face flushed with pleasure.

“Doug,” she gasps, getting more frantic now, chasing her next high.

“I'm—I'm close again.”

“So fucking perfect. Show me what you got, Baby Girl, come all over this dick,” I urge, thrusting up into her harder now, losing the slow control as we both start chasing that edge together.

“Come for me, while I'm deep inside you. I wanna feel you pull the cum right from my balls.”

That’s all it takes.

She cries out my name, body convulsing as she tightens impossibly around me, her pussy fluttering wildly as another orgasm crashes over her.

The sensation is too much, too perfect, too fated.

I let go, roaring her name as I spill into the condom, my hips jerking as I ride out the most intense orgasm of my life, locked deep inside my mate.

When we finally collapse together, sweaty and tangled and gasping, I can’t stop kissing her.

Soft, reverent kisses now.

Like I’m sealing this thing between us with every brush of my lips.

She smiles lazily against my mouth.

“Wow,” she breathes.

I grin, pulling her tight to my chest, already knowing this is so much more than scratching an itch.

“Yeah,” I murmur.

“Wow.”

There’s a lot to do now. A lot that I gotta make right.

Because I know deep down, there’s no going back now.

Dina Coppola is mine.