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House of Brick

I ’m out of breath, huffing and puffing on my knees. I dig my nails into the sculpted thighs, sandwiching me into the tight space. He’s so large, filling my mouth entirely. I use my hand to lather the remainder of him, working my damned hardest to make this pig lose himself, and sputter deep into my throat.

I glance up at him, his eyes clenched and his fingers working through my hair, doing everything to steel himself—to model his signature bricklike persona. I shut my eyes. It’s too much for me to look at him, lost in the pleasure of my lips. I always lose. He’ll have me coming several times before knotting me. No matter how hard I blow this house of brick, he never crumbles—insisting his seed fills me where his instincts demand.

He groans, and his body tightens. I bare down, using all my werewolf strength to pin myself in place, but I’m no use. He grabs my hair, yanking me back, and his cock falls out of my mouth with a pop, a string of saliva connecting my lips to his tip. We freeze, waiting for our next move.

He’s transformed. I stare into his smokey eyes above his flat snout, breathing long and heavy breaths. Seeing him in his werepig form always does something to me. More than normal, which is saying a hell of a lot since I can’t get my hands or cunt off of this man, even now that my ovulation is over with.

I bite my lip, the tension thick between us and becoming too much. The small movement does it for him, and in one swoop, he catches me in his arm, carrying me the short distance to his bed and dropping me atop the white comforter. I squeal in delight as he folds over me, nuzzling his wet nose into the crook of my neck.

“You never let me have my fun,” I whine through labored gasps.

“You sound like you’re having fun.” His fingers trail down my body, seeking out the heat between my legs. “You feel like you’re having fun.”

I moan as he teases my seam, so delicate that I press against him for more. That’s me, always wanting more, and he continues to make me wait and beg for it. I’d throw a fit, but God, do I love it. I love everything about this man. In fact, so much so that as he dives his fingers in deeper, thrusting into my entrance and rubbing my bud simultaneously, I can’t help by saying, “God, I love you.”

He shivers, his teasing touch gone and replaced with determination as he whispers into my ear. “I love you more, little wolf.” It’s not the first time we’ve said it to each other, not even close. It’s been about two weeks since he carried me off the hill, overlooking the block of doom. Two weeks without leaving each other’s sides besides the ever-annoying work. I’m able to work from home, but Brick has had to leave every day, suiting up in his tan lieutenant garb, leaving me for hours, sitting in my desperate want for him.

Thankfully, I had loads of work to keep me busy. I’m still not allowed to finish my exposé on the Hunters. The Federal Department of Supernatural forbids me from revealing their—but really my—bust so other Hunters don’t go into hiding. I’ve moped about it, but I found some good use of my time. Specifically researching every illegal and shitty thing Officer Wood has ever done and blasting him in his own exposé article. I also told Brick about him trying to sexually assault me. Maybe not the best idea since he left in a fit of rage and returned hours later covered in suspicious amounts of blood, but I don’t stick my nose where it doesn’t belong. Okay, maybe I do, but this seemed like something that would be better if I kept my deniability. Besides, Wood deserved every horrible thing that came to him. It’s about time some evil pigs got blown the fuck down.

I’d thought that when my ovulation was over with, I’d be able to think more rationally. A part of me feared that once my wits returned, I’d go back to loathing Brick, but the opposite happened. After the sticky, suffocating heat washed away, all that was left was the kernels of reasoning for our predestined pairing. I still can’t get enough of him, and although we still bother each other with our sometimes polar opposite personalities, it makes everything so much more fun.

Of course, I love this man. It’s more than a mating bond. He’s everything to me. Crazy how something so soul-catching could manifest in such a short amount of time.

“Dear God!” I yell, the pleasure closing in on me, firing up my nerves into a roaring flame. “That’s it, baby. Worship me with your cunt.” Brick rings out every last drop from me, before removing his hand and replacing his length, barely giving me a moment before rutting inside of me. Three shallow thrusts and he’s completely inside of me, his semi-inflating knot stretching my entrance, sending something fierce through my nervous system.

“I’m so close.” His breath is hot on my skin, and he's unable to hold himself back as he pounds his way home. “So tight, so perfect,” he murmurs more encouraging phrases, lost in a ramble of pleasure. He tightens again, winding me up, and we both crash at the same time—the climb reaching its max. We fall together into a warm spring, swimming until we wash up on the shore, lying in silence. He inflates, stretching me further. It has its pain, but I revel in it, digging my nails into his now-human back.

He smooths my hair, peppering kisses at the side of my face. “God, I love you.”

I smile. “You’re just saying that because you’re stuck with me. Literally.”

He shakes my head. I’m only teasing, and he knows it, but I’m eager to hear his witty retort. I love his mind, the way he never lets my mouth run without catching my baton. He sighs and I think maybe he’s too sated to play our game, but then he parts his lips, his voice velvet and cracked pepper. “Before I met you, I didn’t believe in divinity. I’d been alone in this world, other than to every being around me. I only had my mom, and then she died, and I had no one. If something existed beside our mortal plane, I supposed it didn’t care about me, or had a sick sense of fun. But when I saw you that first day and felt the mating bond tighten, I surmised any god would be the latter for sticking me with you.”

“Wow, thanks.” I laugh in annoyance.

He grabs my chin. “Then I actually listened to the words around your insults. I heard how much you cared for your people and how far you were willing to go to bring them justice. I envied you so damn much. I wish I had grown up surrounded by people like me, people who cared if I lived or died. I couldn’t think clearly around you. One moment, I wanted far away from you. The next, I wanted inside of you. I think I knew the truth that night you cared for me when I was drunk. I was an idiot, trying to wash away my confusing feelings for you, knowing you were using me, and even though I didn’t know the extent of it, I knew I cared for you and wanted you safe. But then you took care of me, even though you hated me and thought I was working with the Hunters. You could have demanded I reveal answers. I was so vulnerable, and yet you didn’t take advantage of me. I realized it wasn’t jealousy; it was a pounding want for more than just to knot you and further my genes, but to own a piece of your heart because you already held so much of mine without me even realizing you were taking it. I think now I’m optimistic about a higher power. Because damn, something magical had a hand in giving me such a perfect mate as you.”

My eyes are blurry with tears, and I clench my mouth to hold back my sob. Damn him. Damn his words for doing this to me. His hands still dance over the skin on my face and my neck, and his eyes take me in. He’s still attached to me, holding himself up as he looms over me. The emotions are too much, especially after the hormone dump from coming twice. I want to be vulnerable. I want to be soft, but instead, I part my lips and say, “I don’t think I’ve ever heard you talk so much.”

He narrows his eyes and shakes his head, pushing himself off of me as his knot deflates. I laugh at his annoyance, even if I regret my choice of words. I pull him back, cradling his jaw. “I never thought I’d have a mate either. I’m too stubborn. I believed in a higher power and thought if anyone was looking out for me than they wouldn’t dare punish someone with a problem like me. I didn’t feel the mating bond when I met you. I didn’t expect it, so I assumed it was just a strong sexual charge between us. But I’d be lying if I said I didn’t know before you told me. I think it was the day of the picnic—our first time. It snapped into place, but I pushed the realization away. It’s been so short together, but I can see our future as clearly as I can see my past. Now I question if there’s a god, because I don’t deserve you. Why do some people suffer so much, and I can be immune from all that? I get to have you, and it’s so not fair.”

He smiles, his eyes almost clear of all their smoke. “You deserve everything.” He smashes his mouth against mine. I’m unsure if it’s because he can’t resist being connected with me or if it’s to make sure I don’t ruin this beautiful moment by countering his statement. He’s smart to do it either way. My hands crawl up his back, letting our words mix together as we seal them with a kiss.

He pulls back and raises an eyebrow. “It seems we have some conflicting religious views. Should we figure this out before having children?”

I pop a laugh. “Brick, if I know anything about us, I bet we have many more conflicting opinions than something as silly as religion. We have a lot to figure out before we have children.”

He smirks down at me. “Can’t wait.”

My phone rings, and I groan with a stretch, reaching overhead until I feel it buried in the bed. It’s probably time for both of us to get back to work. I answer without catching the caller, but once I hear their voice, I don’t have to question. “It’s time.”

My heart stops.