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Naomi

T he aftershocks of my orgasm are still rippling through me when I reach for him, needing more. My fingers fumble with his belt, yanking it open with shaking hands.

"Impatient," Wyatt teases, but his voice is strained, his control visibly slipping.

"Off," I demand, tugging at his pants. "Now."

He helps me, shoving them down just enough to free himself.

My breath catches at the sight of him, hard and ready. I wrap my hand around him, enjoying the way his eyes darken, the way his jaw clenches with restraint.

"Come here," I whisper, positioning myself at the edge of the counter.

Wyatt steps closer, his massive frame blocking out everything else. I guide him to my entrance, both of us freezing for a moment as he begins to push inside. The stretch is exquisite, a perfect fullness that makes me gasp.

"Oh, fuck," he groans, his fingers digging into my hips.

I watch in fascination as he enters me slowly, inch by delicious inch. The sight of our bodies joining is mesmerising, primal in a way that makes my wolf howl with satisfaction.

When he's fully seated, we both pause, savoring the connection. Then his eyes meet mine, wild and hungry.

"Hold on," he warns.

And then he's moving, pulling back and driving into me with powerful thrusts that send waves of pleasure crashing through me. My nails score his shoulders as I cling to him, desperately trying to keep quiet, even as each thrust forces small, broken sounds from my throat.

"Let me hear you," he encourages, his voice rough with need. "No one can hear us here."

But I'm beyond words, beyond rational thought. All I can do is feel his strength surrounding me, his thickness filling me, the coil of pleasure tightening impossibly within me.

When his hand slips between us, finding that sensitive spot with unerring precision, I bite down hard on his neck to muffle my scream. The taste of his skin, the scent of our combined arousal, the feeling of him pulsing inside me. It's too much.

I shatter for a second time, my inner walls clamping down hard around him as wave after wave of pleasure crashes through me. He follows almost immediately, his rhythm faltering as he drives deep one last time, his release spilling hot inside me.

"Naomi," he groans, the word sounding like a prayer on his lips.

We stay like that for a long moment, foreheads pressed together, breath mingling, bodies still joined. When he finally withdraws, I feel a trickle of warmth escaping with him.

With gentle fingers, he presses it back inside me, the gesture so possessive it makes my wolf purr with satisfaction. He does it again when more threatens to spill, his eyes never leaving the place where we're joined.

"Mine," he says simply, his thumb circling lazily.

"Yours," I agree, voice weak from exertion but filled with certainty.

Eventually, he steps away, turning to wet a cloth at the kitchen sink. I watch him, admiring the play of muscles across his back, and the confident way he moves. He returns to clean me with gentle, reverent touches. When he's done, he scoops me into his arms once more, cradling me against his chest like I'm something precious.

"Bed," he announces, carrying me toward the stairs.

I rest my head on his shoulder, too content to argue or insist I can walk. We've spent so much time competing, running, and surviving. For once, I'm happy to just be carried, to be taken care of by the mate who has already given me more than I ever thought possible.

As he lays me on the bed and stretches out beside me, I curl into him, seeking his warmth.

Whatever tomorrow brings, a new pack, new responsibilities, new challenges, tonight, we have this. Each other. The bond that nothing and no one can break.

And for now, that's more than enough.