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With that done, he returned to the bed. This time, he stretched out beside his mate.

He wanted to pull her into his arms but didn’t.

Instead, he satisfied himself by cupping her cheek and gently turning her face toward him.

It shocked him how much joy he derived from staring at her face, taking in her beauty.

It brought him peace that struck into a hidden place in his core.

He allowed himself a moment of rest as he caressed the dove-soft skin of her cheek with his thumb. Mine .

~YH~

Damn, he smells so good .

Leaning in closer, she dragged her nose from the side of his neck down his chest, inhaling deep and drawing his scent into her soul. There was something about the dark, earthy spice with erotic mahogany undertones that liquidated her core and pulsed in her sex. She couldn’t get enough of him.

She used her new ability to take in the world around her, sift through what she drew in, and isolate it to one thing: one person. She didn’t know how she’d lived before. In her memories, the world seemed so bland and neutral. Now, it was alive and vibrant.

Rubbing her nose between his thick pecs, she felt his heartbeat against the tip and marveled at how it remained in sync with hers.

Under her hands, his lean muscle bulged at his biceps, and the warmth of his flesh seeped into her fingertips and combined with her heat.

She stroked down over his chest and traced the rolling hills of his sculpted, hard abs with her lips and fingers.

At the firm skin below his navel, she inhaled again. She took in the musk's subtle distinction and blended it with the other notes of his rich scent.

She didn’t miss the evidence of his arousal pressing into the soft swell of her breast—her destination.

“Good morning, little bunny.” Chanin’s blue-eyed gaze with glowing-amber rings circling his irises captured her.

“Morning, mate.” She slid a hand over his hip and gripped his long, thick shaft as she gazed up the length of his body and gave him a seductive smile right before she licked the fascinating droplet off the tip of his crown.

He growled, his fingers flexed in her hair, but he didn’t take his eyes off her. “I don’t do teasing, darlin’. If you’re down there to do something, do it. Because I’ve been dreaming about fucking those full lips since you ran to me.”

Morlie gasped. She’d had some flirtatious words tossed at her before.

Hell, she lived around lusty dragons. However, she’d never been taunted with such commanding, sexual boldness before.

Her heart thumped, and those same pulses beat in her sex, swelling it and causing a flood to erupt and spread slickness over her thighs.

She liked that Chanin didn’t use kid gloves with her but treated her as the woman she desired to be—one capable and confident enough to be at his side.

Chanin arched his hips and pressed the bulbous head of his cock against the center of her bottom lip as if daring her to take it.

She was unsure of what the hell she was doing. However, ready for the challenge, Morlie rose on her elbows to place herself in a better position. She slid her hand up his shaft to get it at just the right angle for her mouth as she began to lower her head.

“Lick your lips.”

She did, giving them a good swipe.

“More.” Chanin’s voice was rough. “Get them nice and wet.”

Again, Morlie did as he instructed. She slid her tongue over her lips once and then repeated it as she noticed how much amber now seeped into Chanin’s eyes.

Knowing that his wolf was showing itself to her, the duality of the two colors there had the beast inside her panting.

She wondered if her eyes were also changing colors from her amped-up need.

Yes, little bunny. Now take it . Chanin’s rough, urgent voice filled her mind.

Showing him she could give him what he needed, Morlie parted her lips as wide as she could and slid him into her mouth as far as she could take him. Her lips hadn’t reached her hand, which clutched him halfway up his length when his tip hit the back of her throat, and she gagged.

Damn it. She’d overestimate how easy it would be to swallow all of him. Feeling like a failure, she squeezed her eyes shut and sat there for a moment. Unsure if she should slide off him and try again or what.

“Mate.” Chanin’s voice was calm yet still raspy as he released his grip on her hair and moved to cup her face.

Opening her eyes, she looked at him, expecting to see disappointment in his gaze; instead, lust and compassion blazed there.

You’re fine. We’ve got a lifetime for you to learn. Chanin’s thumb brushed over the length of her bottom lip around him. Just lick and suck what's in your mouth, and it’ll be enough.

Her confidence buoyed by his words, she followed his instructions with an enthralled determination. Tightening her mouth around the swell of him, she licked and sucked and licked and sucked—keeping an ardent, fierce pace.

Chanin returned his palm to the back of her head as he brought his other hand to encircle her hand on his shaft. Without words, he guided both her hand and head up and down his shaft.

A quick study, it didn’t take her long to catch the rhythm he enjoyed.

Just like that .

She sucked harder, squeezed tighter.

Fuck , he roared. He fisted her short curls as his robust flavor painted the back of her tongue.

Her scalp burned, and that spark of pain had her squeezing her thighs together. She thought that this act would please him, but quickly, she discovered how much pleasure she derived from it as well—her pussy was soaked.

The more he growled his approval of her actions, the bolder she became. Morlie stroked her tongue beneath the underside of his cock directly below the head, which caused him to fist her and let out a sound that she could only describe as part growl and part whine.

If her mouth weren’t stuffed full with cock she would have smiled. The man had the ability to turn her body inside out and drive her to blubbering orgasms, and she was happy she’d found a way to torture him a fraction.

When she executed the move again as she used her free hand to cup his heavy sac in her palm and squeeze it lightly, a throaty growl bubbled up from her chest and vibrated around his cock.

Chanin released a short, rough howl. His hips shot up from the bed and thrust further into her mouth, the thick crown of his cock stretching her throat.

Her lips kissed their combined fingers halfway down his steely shaft. Tears sprang to her eyes, and her vision blurred at the unexpected move. Her air felt trapped in her lungs and like it was on fire. She froze.

He moved his hand from her hair and wrapped it around her throat. He wasn’t squeezing, just holding it there tenderly as if in the wonder of the feel of himself bulging there.

Breathe. Relax. Swallow . Chanin’s words were gentle but no less commanding.

It took all her will and concentration to follow his mandate as she realized she could breathe air through her nose, which helped her throat loosen. Then her body seemed to recall how to work her throat muscles, and she swallowed once around his thickness, then again.

“Shit. Enough.” Cupping her cheeks in both his hands, he pulled her mouth away. With lightning speed, he gripped her shoulders, dragged her up his body, and kissed her.

Morlie moaned into his voracious kiss and felt a minor soreness in her throat, but it didn’t stop her from giving just as much passion to their kiss. Their tongues dueled, and their lips sucked as they kissed in the same way a starving man devoured his first meal—it was messy, loud, and glorious.

His hands roamed her body, caressing her back and her sides, cupping her ass, then pressed her tighter to him. Compared to hers, his body was long, but in their position, the crown of his cock rested along her clit. She rolled her hips and felt the wet glide of her sex over him, coating him.

When Chanin began to shift them to place her beneath him, she pressed a hand to his chest, halting his actions. No. Wait.

He broke the kiss and frowned up at her, his brows drawn.

“I want to do this. Pleasure you. Satisfy us both.”

He nodded as he lightly rested his hands on the curve of her hips and let her resume the lead.

Morlie spread her knees wide along the sides of his hips to position herself.

She walked her hands over his chest and used his solid, muscular frame to balance herself as she sat up.

Holding his gaze, she reached between their bodies.

Gripping his length, she stroked him a few times, then dragged his tip to her clit.

She arched her back and shivered as she circled the bundle of nerves there and felt the beads of his essence combining with her wetness, escalating her desire.

Anxious to feel him inside of her, she slid him back along her slit until his head was notched right at her opening. She paused with him right there, right on the cusp of where they both desired him.

Chanin’s fingers flexed hard on her hips, but he didn’t force her down, didn’t force her to take him. He let her do this on her timing, but his abdomen was in knots beneath her palm, evidence his lust sat barely leashed.

Unable to keep either of them waiting a moment longer, she pressed her hips down, pushing him through her snug center. Her mouth parted with a gasp as he split her, widened her walls, and stretched her to the point of pain around him, but she didn’t stop. Trembling, she sank lower, taking him in.

At one point, when he was so deep, he filled every part of her, but still not all the way in. She figured she’d taken all she could and began to rise.

“No.” He shook his head and slipped his big hands around to palm her cheeks.

She was confused until he instructed her.

“Arch this sweet ass, my little bunny.” His fingers caressed the bottom curve of her backside before he clasped the globes firmly, then parted her ass and sex wider.