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Following his advice, she tipped her hips, and the action allowed her to open up just enough to settle further and claim all of him.

Shit. Damn. There was a deep pain in taking him.

She had to remind herself that she had only had sex with him a few times a day ago, and his massive cock would take more than a bit of practice to become accustomed to it.

But some of her knew she would take him with ease, eventually. Until then, it will be fun trying.

Chanin chuckled low as he pressed in a little deeper. Not enough to take control, just enough to remind her of the behemoth she was working with.

For a moment, she’d forgotten he could hear all her thoughts. Her face heated.

He leaned forward until he could kiss her, then whispered against her mouth. “Your pussy is so damn wet and tight. Now, fuck me.”

Staring into his magnetic eyes, fully amber, she slid up until his crown was barely inside of her, maintaining her position so when she twerked her hips down, she was able to take all of him again. A little easier this time.

Up and down she went, rotating her hips each time he bottomed out before she lifted again.

She kept a steady pace, dragging him along her sensitive walls as she built, built, built, built her need.

Every part of her body felt drawn, a tightwire of desire.

Each time she pressed down, her needy clit brushed over his firm skin at the base and sent bolts of lightning straight to her core.

She craved more. Desired something to take her over the edge. Sweat coated her body, and her limbs trembled. Repeatedly, she worked herself on his thick, long shaft, trying to bring herself to ecstasy.

Chanin grabbed one of her hands and placed it between her legs, right against her. She could feel the heat of her own body, the swollen, slickness of her folds surrounding her fingers.

“Play with your clit.” When her brow bunched, he continued, “Touch it in whatever way feels good.”

What felt good to her was what Chanin did to her. All the ways he caressed and fondled her. As she continued to pump her hips onto his hard cock, she closed her eyes and let her mind flood with memories of his hands stroking her clit, circling it, and gliding up and down her sex.

She moaned. First, she used one finger, then two. But it started to feel so good with the combination of Chanin’s cock filling her that soon her knees spread wider, and her toes curled as she used all four of her fingers to press hard, rubbing and stroking her clit.

Soon, she was bucking and crying out as lights burst behind her lids, and her body shook as wetness drenched her hand.

Morlie was coming a second time, screaming out her release before she realized her body was now a passenger on the ride as Chanin held her firm and slammed up into her.

Smack. Smack. Smack. The sound echoed around the room as their wet flesh made contact with each other.

Her claws dug deep into the firm muscles of his chest as she bucked repeatedly, enjoying the feel of him deep and hard. When she came the third time, Chanin finally drove into her one last time before he held her fitted against him, his cock shockingly deep as he released inside of her.

Weak, she collapsed onto his chest.

Quakes shuddered through the warm male beneath her. They lay there for a moment in the stillness of the afterglow, only the sound of their settling heartbeats filling the space.

“Sorry to wake you.” She folded her hand over his chest and rested her chin on the stack as she looked at him. The man was so stunning that it should have been a crime. “You looked like you were sleeping so peacefully.

He stroked the curve of her ear. “With you in my bed beside me, peace is always there.”

She smiled at his words as she reached out and played with a few silky strands of his hair that fell over his left shoulder.

A part of her wished she had allowed him to roll them over and take control.

She loved it when his hair made a golden, blond curtain around their faces as he thrust deep inside of her.

The urge to pull him to her and over her and start all over again had her tender sex flexing around her semi-hardness.

Patience, mate .

Her wolf whined. Morlie ignored her desire and her beast for now. “What’s the plan for today?”

“I’ll hunt a trader. But you need to stay here.”

“Why? I can shift now. Can’t I go with you?”

His raised brow seemed to question her abilities.

“You still need to work on smoother transitions. If anything happens, you could be vulnerable and caught in the in-between stage.” His fingers traversed her ass, and they grazed down the seam.

When he stopped, his fingers rested lightly where they were still joined.

Her body shivered at the intimate touch. “How can I get better if I don’t practice?”

“Once I return, I will take your wolf out. Allow her to stretch her legs some.”

She gazed into his handsome face. Lifting her hand, she traced the line of his strong jawline covered by the shadow of a beard. “If Amira and Lovel are free, can’t I go out with them?”

“Visit, yes. But no shifting. Your wolf is still too erratic. She needs training.” One of his hands cupped her face.

When she met his ringed, blue eyes met hers, he began, “Minsi has been brought to heel for now. But she can be brash and unpredictable. If she comes at you while you are unprepared, I'd have to put her down. I don’t want to lose a good member.”

A growl came out of her mouth before she could stop it.

He lifted his torso, and she felt his taut muscles bunch behind her as he dragged her up just enough to place a sound kiss on her lips. She tasted his fury and promise. It was hot and sweet.

She threaded her fingers into his hair as she let his tongue thrust into her mouth and brush every sensitive place.

When he broke the kiss and let her settle against him, sliding back to the hilt inside her, he confessed, “Losing you would kill me.”

Her heart squeezed and pounded at his words. Her emotions were too thick in her throat for words to get out . I wouldn’t survive if anything happened to you either. Be safe out there.

Always for you, little bunny.

“So, I will have Rudie come and stay here with you. She will keep you company, and she can answer most of your questions about the pack.”

Pouting, she untangled her fingers from his soft ends. “I don’t like being locked up, Chanin.”

It reminded her of the days she was sick and had to stay inside Kai’s and her one-room place.

“I was sick for too long,” she whispered.

“I promise it won’t happen often.” His fingers traced the leather cord around her neck. He tugged at it until the ring on the string slipped from under her body.

She watched him rub a thumb over the smooth, gold ring. Morlie was glad after her first shift to wake up and discover the necklace was unbroken and still around her neck. Thankfully, Kai had placed the ring on a long cord.

“Should I be worried this was a gift from some old lover?” Stoic, blue eyes held hers.

His expression was blank, and his mind empty. Morlie couldn’t tell how he felt about the ring. She reached up and traced the edges of the gold, not taking it from him. “You know I’ve had no other lover before you, mate.”

“A lover of the heart is more of a concern.” There was no heat in his gaze and his tone.

“No reason for you to be concerned there, either. The love connected to that wedding ring belonged to my mother. A symbol of my parents. Kai kept our father’s.

” She slipped her finger into the ring as he held it.

The leather strap let it fit her left ring finger perfectly.

She was so small in frame and size, usually making the ring too loose for her to wear.

“I miss them. I was too young when they died. I don’t have nearly the memories as Kai. ”

“But, you have them in your heart, and there’s no count of time when it comes to love and loss. I’m sorry you lost them.”

She heard the sincerity of his words.

There was quiet that settled between them for a moment.

When she began to wiggle her finger out of the ring, Chanin grabbed her hand, preventing her from removing it. She glanced at him, tipping her head, curious at his resistance.

“Is this something you want?” His question was quiet, but his gaze held hers, searching.

“The ring? To keep it?” She hoped that wasn’t what he meant. Maybe Lupines didn’t like trinkets from theirpast lives. It didn’t make sense to her, but she was only starting to learn about their ways.

“A wedding. A husband.” He still held her hand, but there wasn’t any censor in his eyes. “I know those things are important to humans.”

She considered his question. The thoughts of her parents' loving relationship came to mind, as did everything they meant to each other. Things were terrible and so rough in the Dispatch district that she never allowed the thought of her falling in love to take root or met anyone she wanted to bond with for life. However, even though she had just met Chanin, it wasn’t hard for her to answer his question.

“I never dreamed of being anyone’s wife. Didn’t imagine it was possible.” Reaching up with her free hand, she pressed against his jaw, feeling the comforting prickles of his beard in her palm. “But I love being your mate. All I need is you.”

He released the ring and dragged her hand from his jaw to his mouth. He placed light kisses on the center of her palm. Whatever you want, mate.

Her body filled with warmth as she slipped the ring off.

“If you’d like. I’ll take you to meet my parents tomorrow.” He stroked his thumb along the side of her face. “They were in the crowd when I declared you as mine publicly. But a private introduction is warranted.”

“I’d like to meet them. Do you take after your father?” she asked, curious.

Chanin chuckled. “Hell, no. My father is kind and strong but tamed. My mother...she’s hell on paws. Probably why I like strong women.” He winked and smacked her on the ass.