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“Yup. I’ll have you know—” My words stopped short when his delicious scent crashed over me like a tsunami, causing my pussy to pulse as if it was protesting the fact that his cock wasn’t already inside me, pounding away.

His lips curled up. “Know what, mate?”

“I… uh…” I gritted my teeth when another wave of heat caused my legs to buckle. Rhett caught me with ease, righting me before stepping back.

His gaze burned me. “Are you ready to submit to your mating heat?” His cock was hard and stretched taut, almost past his navel. The thick, round crown glistened with a small drop of moisture. His balls were tight with arousal.

“Nope.”

“Okay, two can play this game,” he replied.

My eyes narrowed as he did the unthinkable. He began stroking his hard cock tauntingly.

Dammit! What a tease.

It was straight-up torture as I watched the way he touched himself. Nothing screamed confidence more than a man not afraid of his tantalizingly sensual side.

My breath became more ragged. Warmth pooled between my thighs. I was so close to the edge that I wasn’t above begging for his dick. And from the smoldering calculation in his blue eyes, Rhett knew it.

His stroke became more sensual, slower and methodical.

Shit. He’s trying to drive me insane.

My cunt tingled, and my nipples puckered as I craved the taste of him.

I blew out a breath. “Fine.” I threw my arms up in defeat. “I concede to my mating heat.”

He stopped stroking his cock. “See how easy that was?”

“Oh, shut it, and bring your magnificent cock over here.”

He stepped forward, and I slid to my knees before touching his hardness, stroking him gently, massaging the smooth, hot column of flesh between my fingers.

“Damn,” he whispered. “That feels so good.”

I feathered my tongue over him, swirling the salty precome from the tip of his crown, savoring the earthy taste of him. Cupping his balls, I rolled my fingers over his tight sac. My other hand firmly gripping him, I explored the peaked ridge just under the head of his shaft with my tongue.

I embraced his length with both hands before greedily sliding my lips over the head of his arousal. Rhett’s hands threaded through my thick tresses as though savoring the feel of it. The low groans coming from him spurred me on.

He tightened his hand, jerking my hair. He grew bigger in my mouth as I bobbed my head up and down over his wide shaft. The more I tasted, the more I hungered.

With every flick of my tongue, the hard grip of his fingers against my head seemed to turn me on even more. I fed him into my throat, taking it all. His hard shaft was thick and broad, like him. My lips stretched around his man flesh.

He spread his legs wider. “That’s it.”

I hummed as he started a slow slide in and out between my lips.

A fog of desire clouded my vision.

All I could think of was bringing him pleasure.

Mate. Mine.

His groan deepened, becoming more of a growl, charging the erotic tension even more.

“More tongue,” he hissed.

His demand sent me spiraling to the edge of a lust-induced frenzy. My body quivered with a fire I’d never felt before.