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She glanced over her shoulder toward the path she’d run. Chanin knew she could not see that far in the dark. The minute enhancement of her vision would not allow her to see more than a few feet. Moving a hand from his shoulder, she fingered the item around her neck. “Everything I need, I have.”

One day, he’d ask her about the significance of what hung from the string, but right now, he had something more pertinent. “Okay.”

“I guess we should go.” She moved, trying to step away, but didn’t go far.

Chanin held fast. “There’s something I need before we go.”

Her brow buckled in confusion. “What’s that?”

“Putting your scent on me.” He could have taken her to his territory with a trace of his scent already on her, but her imprint on him would show how he was as much hers as she belonged to him.

“What do you mean?” Her frown deepened as her voice trembled. “Are we going to have s-ex?”

Yes . His wolf panted.

Fuck, he panted, too. The longer he stood out here in the dark with Morlie, the smell of dirt and foliage on the breeze made his arousal build higher, stronger.

“No.” That was the most difficult fucking word he’d ever had to say. “Not yet, little bunny.”

Her eyelids lowered, and he didn’t know if she was disappointed at his response or relieved.

He recalled the sweet aroma of her innocence from the last time he had his nose buried between her thighs.

Chanin figured from the lightness of her touch on his shoulders and how she acted at discovering his nudity that she was apprehensive about what would eventually happen between them.

“Then how?”

He waited. Finally, Morlie lifted her gaze to his.

Instead of answering her, he raised his hands to her wrists.

Slow, not trying to frighten her, Chanin raised her hands to the branch hanging jagged above them.

He wrapped her hands around it. Morlie was so short that she barely reached the center of his chest, and with her hold on a limb, her petite frame stretched like a bow.

Chanin squeezed her hands. “Don’t move.”

Unhurried, he allowed his gaze to take a stroll along her body.

Her eyes were wide, uncertainty veiling them.

A part of him enjoyed her innocence. The lack of knowledge about all the filthy things going through his mind that he wanted to do to his little bunny’s body made him want to howl.

He could only do so much with the limited time tonight, but he looked forward to having her in his bed for hours and educating and training her.

Not only to be what he desired but what she needed.

In her current position, her half shirt left the bottom swells of her ripe, full breasts revealed.

Chanin licked his lips and looked forward to dragging his tongue from the curves to the two points he could see in the thin material.

He continued his perusal and took in the bare skin tone of her abdomen.

Her torso moved in rapid succession with her elevated breathing.

He circled her and took in all angles of her tiny-ass skirt.

As he stood behind her, he could see that the sexy, flirty layers barely covered her curves.

He reached out his hand, swiped up, and lifted the fabric.

Taking in the lush globes, he marveled how such a petite form could have such a perfect, high, firm ass as he witnessed on Morlie.

When they had more time, he’d spend plenty of it licking and nipping her there until he’d marked every inch of her curve until she couldn’t walk or sit without thinking of him.

Moving his hand, he let the skirt fall back into place. Chanin continued until he was before her again. Her skirt covered her sex, but he could smell her wet heat. And the way her position pulled her onto the toes of her shoes exposed the dampness coating the center of her thighs.

He growled.

“Chanin...” she called out breathless.

“Soon, little bunny.” He took in the sight of her shapely legs with her thick thighs and defined calves. She would make one hell of a she-wolf.

“But...” she whimpered. “I don’t think I can—”

“You will,” he barked. He looked up and saw the strain on Morlie’s face and the quivering of her body from the stressed position. But he pushed her purposely. His mate needed to learn to go beyond her pain and suffering. A wolf had to be strong, brave, and fearless.

Hell, her first shift could break her if she couldn’t endure.

But he’d teach her.

He had more experience than she had age, and she would learn under his hand—his tutelage.

Unable to keep from touching her and tasting her satiny skin, he gently kissed her lips.

When she sighed and tried to lean into him, he pulled away.

Morlie sighed with disappointment.

Chanin folded the bottom half of her shirt up and bared her breasts.

“Um.”

He ignored her hesitant sounds. Her breasts were small, less than his handful, but perfectly shaped and beautiful.

Her areolas were a pleasing dark berry with large, mouthwatering nipples.

Refusing to deny himself any longer, he lowered his head and took the whole of one of her breasts in his mouth.

Her skin was as soft as he’d imagined. And when he glided the flat of his tongue over her taut peak, his eardrums vibrated with her pleasure-filled crooning.

Discovering the sensitivity of her nipples made him wild to hear more of her cries.

He continued to suck and flick that tip as he brought a hand to her free breast and palmed the supple curve.

On experiment, he plucked and then pinched her nipple.

He felt her try and pull away even as she moaned and began to quiver against his mouth.

“Aw...aw. Wait!”

Even as her body bucked and she attempted to vocalize her discomfort, the scent of her desire became thicker and heavier in the air around them.

All the signs were there that Morlie powered toward an orgasm.

Not all women were aroused by or climaxed from pain’s sting, but it seemed that his mate was one of the few who did.

He switched breasts and soothed the ache of her nipple with soft strokes of his tongue and tenderly palmed her damp breast.

Her moans became low and relief filled as her body appeared to settle into the gentle caresses.

It was just what he waited for before he squeezed her wet nipple hard between his thumb and index finger, then pulled until it stretched out from her body.

“Chanin!” she called out his name as her body quaked against his greedy mouth and hand.

Over and over and over again, he tortured one taut tip while he laved the other with sensual tenderness. Soon, the dichotomy of his taunting had Morlie screaming and bucking as she came.

He held her waist and licked up, over, and around both her breasts until she was only whimpering.

When he began to plant kisses down her stomach as he lowered himself to his knees before her, she shook her head. “I don’t think...I can’t take—”

“Yes, mate, you can.” He ran his hand along the top of her skirt. “You have done so well. Just a little more. Show me your pleasure one more time.”

Morlie’s head was bent forward, her chin resting on her chest.

“Can you do that for me, little bunny?”

She opened her dreamy eyes and looked at him. She took a slow breath and then let it out loud with a determined brightness in her eyes. “Okay...”

He winked at her. He offered her some relief and lifted first one leg, then her other up and over his shoulders. As her thighs settled on him, he expected Morlie to release her hold on the branch, but she did not.

But she closed her eyes again as if preparing for his next onslaught.

Chanin prepared himself, too. He readied himself to taste the prize he’d visualized burying his face against—Morlie’s pussy.

Reaching over one of her thighs, he grabbed the hem of her skirt and tucked it into the top of her waistband and out of his way.

He stared at her cream-coated thighs and her wet, swollen sex before him.

If his cock wasn’t hard enough before from kissing, touching, and sucking her, it could hammer spikes into a boulder about now.

He had the urge to reach down and stroke his stiff shaft until he came, shooting his load all over the dried leaves and broken twigs that covered the hard-packed dirt floor.

But now was for his mate, for him to show her what she could expect over a lifetime with him and paint his skin with her scent.

Her scent. Fuck, her spicy, sweet musk smelled so good. Chanin promised himself not to let another day go by that he didn’t have his face between her thighs drinking it in.

He growled in agreement.

The short tuft of dark hair concealed her pussy from him, and he ached to part it with his thumbs and reveal her clit to him. Once he got her to his bed, he’d ensure all the lights were on, and he’d splay her wide and ensure no part of her hid from him.

Cupping her bare ass in his hands, he brought her forward until she was right where he wanted her—needed her. Turning his head right first, he licked up and around her thigh, cleaning every single drop of her essence from her skin. Her delectable taste bloomed on his tongue.

Fuuuck .

His wolf let out a spine-tingling, heart-rocking howl inside of him.

Quickly, he turned the other way and licked and sucked the wetness from her other thigh.

He dragged his teeth over her delicate skin but ensured he didn’t break it.

When he got to the apex of her thigh, he laved his tongue over the puncture.

It had healed but didn’t go away since he had purposely not licked it closed that day he nipped her.

He hadn’t wanted it to fade or go away. He wanted Morlie to have a reminder of him.

With the tip of his tongue, he traced her mark and looked forward to the moment after she came out of her first shift, and the mark disappeared. He didn’t want anything to mar her lovely skin but him. And definitely not the damn human government. A people he’d never trust.