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Chapter 18

Doug

R age. Anger. Pure fucking homicidal mania runs through my veins like a bullet train.

I was just going to surprise Dina at the pizzeria, knowing she was closing tonight.

But the second I pulled up outside and saw those three assholes in with her, I knew something was wrong.

My Wolf went nuts as I exited my truck and caught the scent of Shifter in the air. Not just any Shifter.

But goddam Tigers. I recognized one of them as being from a Streak I hunted for the Shifter Council not too long ago.

A Streak was a group of asshole Cats with no allegiance to a Pride. No real leader, either. So, of course, they have no fucking morals.

And they were messing with my Dina.

Hell. No.

I might be fucked up emotionally about where we stand with each other, but I will never allow harm to come to one single hair on her head.

So, after I deal with those losers, I mean, the very next second after the door clicks shut behind them , it’s like the whole world exhales.

I go to her. Reach for her. Kiss her like my life depends on it, because I think it actually does.

My whole life I’ve had nothing but bad luck, but this woman doesn’t feel like anything bad. She feels like everything good in the world.

She feels like mine .

And what is she doing right this second, my sweet, sexy Dina?

She’s tense until the moment I wrap my arms around her. I feel her quick breath against my neck as I pull her tight to me for a reassuring hug.

I ease back, cupping my hands around her neck and pressing my thumb to her sweet lips.

Her beautiful blue eyes go wide and glossy, probably from leftover fear and adrenaline.

Fuck.

The Wolf in me wants to go after those fucking pussies and finish what I started. I wanna make sure that prick never even thinks about her again.

But right now, that part of me takes a backseat.

Because she is priority one .

I grip her face gently, forcing her to look at me.

“Are you okay?” I ask, voice rough but soft.

She nods quickly, but I can tell she’s still shaking.

I kiss her.

Not hard or claiming this time.

Just slow, deep, and grounding.

I pour every ounce of relief and affection into that kiss, letting her feel it.

Safe. Protected. Mine.

“I’ve got you, Sunshine,” I murmur against her lips. “You’re safe now. He won’t ever touch you again.”

A little sob breaks free then, and she clutches my shirt like it’s a lifeline.

“Doug,” she whimpers.

“I know,” I whisper, pressing kisses along her jaw, her cheek, her temple. “I know, Baby Girl. He’s gone. You’re okay.”

She presses in closer, practically climbing me now, and something snaps loose inside me.

I need to make her feel good.

Make her forget the way that bastard made her feel.

Small, powerless, scared.

I need to replace that with something better.

With me.

With us.

“Come here,” I murmur, lifting her easily and carrying her to the back room.

I think it’s the office her sister uses, but whatever. Beggars can’t be choosers, and at this point, I would do anything to have her.

I place her on top of a filing cabinet like she weighs nothing.

She watches me with huge, trusting eyes as I set her down gently and tug at her shirt.

“Let me take care of you,” I whisper, already pulling the fabric up and over her head.

She nods without hesitation, and fuck if that doesn’t undo me.

She trusts me.

Even after all that.

I know I can’t strip her like I want to here. But I need her skin. I need her bare in some way, so I work efficiently, pulling her bra down, sliding her pants and panties off, kissing every inch of soft skin I reveal.

By the time her pussy is bare to me, I’m so hard it hurts.

But this isn’t about me. Not yet.

I kiss down her body.

Slow.

Worshipful.

Until I’m leaning down between her spread thighs, and fuck, she’s already glistening.

“Doug,” she whispers, voice wrecked and needy.

“I got you. Let me make you feel good.”

“Yesss,” she hisses, and sighs as I fall into her.

My tongue slides through her folds, licking up her arousal as she cries out softly and arches for me.

I take my time.

No rushing.

No distractions.

Nothing but her. And my soft, deliberate licks.

I suck her clit gently. Loving the way she squirms for me.

I slide two fingers inside her tight, wet heat and I curl them just right until she’s gasping and rolling her hips against my face.

“That’s it, Sunshine,” I murmur, lips pressed against her soaked folds. “Give it to me. Give me everything you’ve got. Let me taste everything .”

That’s all it takes. Baby Girl comes with a soft, broken moan, thighs trembling around my head, pussy fluttering tight around my fingers as she shudders through it.

But I’m not done.

I kiss my way back up her body, kissing her ribs, her breasts, her neck, her lips.

“You okay?” I murmur, brushing a damp curl from her face.

She nods, eyes still hazy with pleasure.

“More,” she whispers. “I want more, Doug. I want you.”

Fuck yes.

I don’t hesitate.

I shove my pants and briefs down, roll on a condom with shaking hands, and settle between her spread thighs.

When I slide inside her, it’s not frantic like before.

It’s so slow.

So deep.

So fucking intimate.

“Geezus, Dina,” I groan, pressing my forehead to hers as I fill her completely. “You feel so fucking good.”

She wraps her legs around my waist and clings to me, and I can’t stop kissing her.

Her lips.

Her jaw.

Her neck.

Every thrust is slow and steady, grinding deep inside her, making her gasp and shudder.

I feel every inch of her, and I fucking love it. I’m addicted to it. To her.

She is pressed as tight to me as I can get her.

“This is mine,” I murmur into her skin, thrusting a little harder now as her walls clench tighter. “You’re mine.”

“Yes,” she moans, nails digging into my shoulders. “Yours, Doug, oh God, I’m yours.”

Hearing her say it undoes me.

I thrust harder now. The sounds of our skin slapping together are loud.

Lewd.

But I never heard anything better. I grip her hips tight.

Probably too tight.

But I don’t let up. I can’t. I’m chasing both our highs as the need to mark and claim her properly takes over again.

Her cries grow louder, more desperate, as I piston into her harder, dragging my cock through her clenching, fluttering pussy until she breaks again, sobbing my name, her body shaking apart beneath me.

That tight, wet grip pulls me under fast.

I growl deep in my chest, turning my head away from the crux of her throat just as I feel my fangs descend so I don’t do anything stupid. Like claim her right now.

My Wolf is snapping his jaws, growling at me inside my mind’s eye. But even the pain of his anger is muted by the increasing pleasure I feel.

I thrust deep one last time before I spill inside her, hips jerking as I ride out my release with her wrapped tight around me.

When it’s over, I collapse against her, both of us panting, sticky, spent.

I kiss her softly, everywhere I can reach.

Whispers of “beautiful” and “perfect” and “I got you” spill from my lips as I hold her until she stops shivering.

She clings to me tightly right before her body goes soft and boneless, but still, I cling to her through all the aftershocks.

And for the first time in forever, I don’t feel cursed.

I feel right.

Because Dina is magic. Like my very own personal good luck charm.

And I’m not sure that I deserve her. In fact, I know I don’t. But there’s no way I’m giving her up.

Not without a fight.

Whether or not this curvy, little human knows it, she is mine.

The scent of her contentment fills me with pride as I straighten my jeans and bend down to get her clothes.

I dress her, I can’t help myself.

And Dina lets me, which really is nothing short of a fucking miracle.

I’ve never been tender with anyone before. But this woman just brings it out in me.

I right her bra, pull her top gently over her head. Kiss her temple and help her stand. Then I crouch and pull on her panties and leggings.

Her shoes are last and even then, I can’t help but rub my fingers over her sweet angles and calves, standing as I go, touching every inch of her that I can.

“Doug, I want to ask you something,” she says, breaking the silence and I turn to her when BZZT BZZT.