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WES

Joy loved me bossy, so I let my dominant side out. I was ready to show it to her again.

I grabbed one of the pillows and dropped it in the center of the bed.

“Lie over this. I want that pretty ass of yours in the air.”

Joy complied, wiggling her hips.

“Fuck, that’s gorgeous.” I slapped one cheek, then watched my handprint bloom on her pale skin. My dick was so fucking hard from the sight. “You’re so beautiful.”

I tugged her wrists behind her back and used the ribbon to tie them together there. “Are you ready for your spanking?”

“Yes, sir.”

I chuckled–still a foreign experience in my chest. But it was happening more often now. Joy had walked into my life and turned on the lights. I hadn’t realized I’d been trying to function in the dark all this time. That I could live the same life, walk the same steps, but be five hundred times happier than I was before. I didn’t know this could even be possible.

“ Sir …I like that,” I rumbled. I slapped her other ass cheek a little harder.

She yelped but then looked over her shoulder as best she could with her arms bound behind her back. “Thank you, sir, may I have another?” Her expression was coquettish. I loved that she was uninhibited with me, that she didn’t hide any part of herself.

Even more of a laugh tumbled from my lips this time. She was unbearably cute. She made my chest fill with so much warmth, I felt it would burst.

“Good girl.” I gave her another spank.

“I thought I was a bad girl,” she sassed, wiggling her hips.

“Oh, now you’re asking for it.” I delivered a flurry of spanks on her upturned ass, concentrating in the lower portion where she sat. She wiggled over the pillow as she squeaked and moaned. The scent of her arousal made my dick stand out hard and straight.

I paused and said, “I’m going to fuck that gorgeous ass tonight and show you who’s really boss.”

I waited to see how she took that news. I obviously would never do anything she wasn’t comfortable with.

She moaned.

“I want every part of you.” I leaned over her, nipped her ear. “Will you give yourself to me in every way?”

“Wes, oh, yes.” I’d take that as consent in this scenario.

“Good girl.” I couldn’t help but say it again.

I slid my fingers between her legs and rubbed her glorious honey up and around her clit.

She spread her legs wider for more.

Instead, I spanked her some more, turning her ass a sexy shade of pink. She gasped and moaned. I could tell it was getting too intense when she started listing away from my hand, and I stopped to rub away the sting.

“Good girl.” I rewarded her with my fingers between her legs again. “You’re always a good girl, even when you’re my bad girl,” I told her. Because this definitely wasn’t real punishment. This was pleasure for both of us.

She was my mate, whom I had a deep biological need to satisfy, and my mate liked it when I bossed her around.

I hooked my thumbs on the insides of her thighs and spread them wide, pushing her reddened cheeks open to get my tongue between her legs.

She cried out, jerking in pleasure at the first touch of my tongue. I tortured her with it, delving between her labia, penetrating her with the tip.

My cock throbbed, aching to be inside her. I knelt behind Joy and rubbed the blunt head of my dick through her juices, nudging gently at her entrance. She was so wet and welcoming, I slid right in. Fuck, she felt good. Tight. Wet. Hot.

My groan mingled with her soft moan of pleasure. I tugged her hips up, so she was up on her knees, and then I moved the pillow under her chest. Her wrists were still tied behind her back, and I slid my palms down the sides of her body and back to her hips to grip them.

“Mmm.” The sensation of sliding in and out of her channel sent me to another galaxy. I kept it slow, savoring the way she squeezed around my cock when I went deep. The catch of her breath. The shivers in her legs.

“Mmm,” she moaned back at me. We were in perfect sync. Me giving. Her receiving. Or was it really the other way around–she gave her gorgeous body to me, and I received it? It was a perfect harmony loop as far as I was concerned. Our bodies engaged in an act of love. An embodiment of fate.

Every time we came together like this, it got better.

I wasn’t going to let her come. Not yet. We had other things to explore tonight. We’d been frantic in the past, our lust hazing everything. Now, we had all the time in the world.

I slowed my strokes, making them a tease.

She pushed her hips back, trying to encourage me to move deeper. “Wes,” she moaned.

I slid out.

She whimpered.

I gave her ass a slap. “Stay right there, honey.”

“You’d better not be taking another shower,” she teased.

I chuckled. Damn. Third time. This female was going to give me a personality change.

I grabbed a bottle of lube I had picked up this afternoon for tonight’s festivities and uncapped it. “Little chilly here,” I warned.

Returning to the bed, I pulled her ass cheeks apart and dropped a dollop of lube between them.

“Ooh!” Her anus squeezed in response to the sudden sensation.

“Have you taken anyone back here before?” I rubbed my thumb over her back entrance, massaging the lube in. I wasn’t sure if I wanted to know the answer.

“No.”

Thank fuck. Yes, it was wrong of me to be so possessive of this part of her, to take something that belonged to only me, but I was a fucking wolf.

To a human, I was alpha to the core.

I applied a little pressure, breaching her hole and stretching it to take my thumb. Slowly, carefully, I worked. “Are you nervous?”

A shiver went through her. “A little.”

“I’m gonna take good care of you, honey. I’ll make it good. Do you trust me?” I withdrew my thumb and massaged her ass, squeezing and rubbing it. Felt the heat of those lush globes against my palms.

“Yes.”

“Good girl.” I untied her wrists and leaned over to kiss her mouth, plunging my tongue in deep.

She moaned against my lips.

I rearranged her hips back down on the pillows because being lower was an easier position for anal. The flesh wasn’t stretched too tight the way it would be if I’d left her on her knees, and I wanted this first time to be as easy on her as possible.

“Put your fingers between your legs, honey. I want you to touch yourself while I’m fucking your ass.”

Joy complied, lifting her hips to slide her hand underneath her as I lubed my cock up. Watching her was a sight. Another time, I’d sit in my reading chair and watch her touch herself and make herself come in our bed.

I spread her cheeks to get at her back entrance. I nudged her with the head of my cock.

Instinctively, she tightened.

I waited. “Relax, honey,” I murmured. “This is gonna feel good.”

Her right rosebud softened as she exhaled.

“Take a deep breath and then push back at me.”

She obeyed, and I gained entrance with a silent pop.

“Oh!” she called out. At first, I stilled, letting her adjust. It was so fucking tight already, I could come just like this.

When her body relaxed even more, I went slowly, letting the tight ring of muscles slide open without me insisting. Without creating any tension or resistance. “That’s it, honey. A little further, and we’ll be past the head, and then you’re going to love the way it feels.”

She braced, so I stilled.

Sweat dotted my brow, and I intentionally kept my fingers relaxed on her hips. “You control it, baby. Push back when you’re ready.”

She did just that, and the thickest part of my cock slipped all the way in.

Holy fucking shit. “Feel good?” I asked through gritted teeth.

She moaned. I heard the slick of her fingers playing with her pussy.

“Good girl. You keep working that juicy pussy of yours while I work your ass,” I told her.

“Y–es, sir.”

Fuck, she was cute. Even though I’d already marked her as mine, I wanted to devour her. Consume her. She was incredible.

I moved slowly inside her, keeping my strokes even and straight. As I continued, her moans grew louder. Her back arched deeper.

“Please, Wes,” she moaned.

“Please, what, honey?” I thought she wanted more by the wanton tone of her voice, but I needed to be sure.

“I need to come.”

“Okay, honey. I’m gonna fuck you a little faster, but I’ll still be careful with you, okay?”

“Yes.” I loved the needy whine in her voice.

I picked up my speed, allowing my pleasure to rush to the fore. My balls drew up. I lowered my hips down to meet hers, so I wouldn’t pump too erratically or hard. I reached my fingers under her hips to tangle with hers between her legs.

She was sopping wet, her pussy so plump and open that two of my fingers sank immediately in.

“Yes, yes!” she cried out.

I humped her ass, pressing the heel of my hand against her clit and wiggling my fingers inside her pussy.

“God, yes! Please, Wes! Please!”

My eyes rolled back in my head. I knew they were glowing. My wolf couldn’t get enough of our mate. I allowed myself to topple over the brink of control. I plunged deep into her ass and came.

“Come for me, honey,” I growled. I used my fingers between her legs.

Her body quivered. Sweat coated her skin. She was hot to the touch.

She shrieked as she came, her pussy squeezing around my fingers, which she urged deeper with hers. Our hips bucked together as one unit.

Fireworks burst behind my eyes. Joy’s scent surrounded me. I bit her shoulder–not a mating bite–not enough to break the skin–but out of a need to have all of her, in every way.

I would always be ravenous for my mate this way. It would never stop.

When our pleasure had been thoroughly wrung out and we’d caught our breaths, I eased out of her.

“Stay right there, baby. I’ll be back,” I murmured against her nape.

“Mmmm,” she moaned.

I went to the bathroom to wash my hands and get a wet, warm washcloth, then returned to clean my mate. She was soft and pliant, wilted with her eyes closed. A smile tipped up the corner of her lips.

I tossed the cloth on the floor and rolled us to our sides, pulling the pillow out from under her hips.

I pulled a sheet over us and curled my larger body around hers. “Mine,” I murmured in her ear. She was softly pressed against me.

“Yes,” she murmured, leaning her head down to kiss my forearm. “I’m yours.”

“I also love you.” I kissed and nibbled her shoulder. “Wolves mate instinctively. I knew you were mine by scent, but all the human emotions are there, too, Joy. I want you to know that.”

She turned in my arms to face me. Her blue eyes met mine. They were sated and satisfied, but I couldn’t miss her happiness. “I love you, too, Wes.”

I kissed her tenderly this time, cradling her cheek in my hand. “I can’t believe I get to spend the rest of my life with you.”

She kissed me back. “Ditto.” Then tears welled in her eyes. “I can’t believe I’m a mom!”

I went still. We hadn’t talked about her taking on Remy, too. “Is it okay? Too much? We can go slowly.”

She shook her head, her messy hair sliding against my skin. “No, I’m all in. Remy is mine. She seemed to know it from the start, too.”

I thought about that for a moment, realized she picked up on something wolf-ish before I did. “You’re right.” I remembered with awe. “She did say you smelled good the first time she met you. Then she said she knew you were human, but you were the good kind.”

Definitely the good kind.

“We were meant to be,” Joy said softly. “You, me, and Remy.”

“Always and forever.”

“You are my forever,” she said, which made me feel taller than a mountain. I pulled her closer, so she could lay her head on my shoulder and curl into me to fall asleep.

“You’re incredible.”