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COLT

I will never get enough of her.

In and out…my cock buried inside her most of the night, my teeth grazing her pulse, her fingernails raking scratch marks down my back. After we run out of condoms, she begs me to fuck her raw, to breed her, and I somehow find the good sense and willpower to bury my face between her legs and lick her pussy until dawn instead.

And that’s where I ultimately fall asleep–between her legs, utterly spent.

I wake with a start, my senses flaring before I’ve even opened my eyes. For a heartbeat, panic grips me—Magnolia’s warmth is gone, her scent faint in the space around me. The old break room where she set up this nest–with, I now realize, the full intent to seduce me–is quiet, morning light filtering in through the window overhead.

It’s already mid-morning, has to be.

…her parents are going to kill me.

Sitting up, I rake a hand through my hair, the blankets around me already cold. “Maggie?” I call, my voice rough from sleep. “Magnolia?”

No answer.

I push myself to my feet, the tension in my chest growing as I grab my jeans and step into them in a hurry. My shirt is gone–I guess I tossed it somewhere, so I’m going to have to try like hell to find it or I’ll have to roll back into Austin bare-chested with my girl riding shotgun. My ears strain for any sound, every instinct screaming at me to find her.

And then, faintly, I hear it—a soft hum floating through the air, sweet and lilting, carried on the breeze.

Relief washes over me so fast it makes me dizzy. I follow the sound, stepping outside into the pale glow of early morning. The sun is just beginning to rise, painting the observatory grounds in soft golds and pinks. The air is crisp, still holding the coolness of night, and for a moment, I just stand there, taking it in.

And then I see her.

She’s walking around barefoot, taking pictures of different displays with her little polaroid camera. Sunbeams stream through the broken windows, catching in her hair, turning the dark coils into a halo. She’s wearing my t-shirt, looking like she belongs in it. It brushes against her thighs, and I can scent that she’s not wearing anything underneath…and she smells fucking divine. She’s humming to herself as she moves, her hands trailing over the old machinery, the camera clicking every so often.

She doesn’t belong here. Not in the jagged, chaotic mess of my life. She’s too bright, too good, too…everything.

But selfish bastard that I am, I don’t care.

I stay where I am, watching her for a moment longer, letting the sight of her wash over me. My wolf is calm now, quiet and content just to be near her.

When she finally notices me, her gaze lifts, and her smile is like the sunrise itself. “Good morning,” she says, her voice warm and soft.

“Morning,” I reply, stepping closer. She meets me halfway and I slide my arms around her waist, pulling her in. I kiss her…and it feels like coming home, like there’s no other place I’m supposed to be. She moans against my lips, fingers curling against my bare chest.

Damn it, if we had more condoms, I might just keep her here for another night.

“You scared me for a second,” I murmur, pulling back and resting my forehead against hers. “Didn’t know where you ran off to.”

Her smile falters, just a little. “I didn’t mean to. I just…couldn’t sleep anymore. This place is amazing, Colt. I didn’t want to waste it.”

“Wish you’d have woken me up,” I tell her. I smirk as my hands lower to squeeze her ass, and Magnolia moans. “I’m starving.”

“I brought breakfast,” she breathes. “Um…since I…”

“Not for that,” I growl.

I back her up against one of the display tables, lifting her slightly to sit on its surface. She spreads her legs and welcomes me between her thighs as I drop to my knees, dragging my nose up her skin and scenting where she’s still sticky with arousal.

“Colt,” she whispers, threading her fingers through my hair.

“Can I lick your pussy, sugar?” I murmur, kissing up her thigh, my hands on her hips.

She gasps, her breath hitching at my words. Her hands tighten in my hair.

“Yes,” she breathes out, her voice trembling with anticipation.

I can't help the smile that tugs at my lips. I love how eager she is, how much she wants me. My girl isn't shy about her desires, and damn if that doesn't make me impossibly harder for her.

I press my lips to her inner thigh, trailing kisses up until I reach my goal. I lick a slow stripe along her slit and she gasps, her hands flying to my hair. Her taste is intoxicating—sweet and heady and so uniquely Magnolia that it’s irresistible.

She moans as I work her with my tongue, her hips bucking up to meet me. Her sounds fill the room as I worship her with my mouth, making sure she feels nothing but pleasure. She’s squirming and panting by the time I slide a finger inside her, curling it against that sweet spot inside her that has her crying out.

I look up at her from between her thighs, watching her as I keep working her with my tongue. Her eyes are closed, her head thrown back, curls tumbling over her shoulders. The sight of her in such ecstasy sends a surge of primal satisfaction through me. She's here with me, under my touch, falling apart because of me.

Mine. All mine.

"Colt," she moans, her voice strained. "I...I..."

"Shh, sugar," I murmur, pushing a second finger into her, stretching her slowly. Her walls clench around me and I can't help but groan at the sensation. Fuck, I want my cock inside her again. "Just let go."

She bites her lip and shakes her head, her hands clutching at my hair as if she's holding on for dear life. "I want...I want…"

"You want what?" I ask, curling my fingers inside her again. She cries out and bucks up into my hand.

"I want you...inside me," she gasps out, her words coming out in broken fragments.

Fuck.

"I don't have any more condoms," I tell her. “We can’t?—”

“They have medicine back at the den,” she interrupts. “And…it’s not the full moon, right? Please…please, Colt…”

Her voice is desperate, pleading. I swallow hard, the taste of her still on my tongue. "Are you sure?" I ask, looking up at her. Her eyes are wide and vulnerable, but there's a determination there that I can't ignore.

"Yes," she says. Her hands slide down to cup my face, her thumbs brushing over my stubble. "Yes, Colt."

The sight of her, all flushed and panting with desire for me...it sends a bolt of lust straight to my cock. My wolf is howling inside me, demanding that I claim what's ours.

Screw it.

Her breath hitches as I stand up, pulling her closer to the edge of the table. She reaches out for me, her fingers fumbling with the button of my jeans.

“Let me…” she murmurs.

I step back slightly to let her. Her fingers are shaky but determined as she unbuttons my jeans and pulls them down. Her delicate fingers close around my shaft and I buck into her hand, growling.

She strokes me slowly, her touch teasing and exploring, driving me to the brink of insanity. I’m so hard for her it hurts, my cock throbbing in her hand. I watch as she bites her lip, her gaze focused on my length. Her eyes are dark with desire.

“Magnolia,” I rasp, leaning in to bury my face in her hair. She shudders with satisfaction at what she’s doing to me, her fingers tightening around my cock. I groan out her name, my hands finding her hips again as she continues to drive me mad with her touch.

“I love your cock,” she blurts out—and I open my eyes to see her eyes wide as she realizes what she just said. I let out a low, hoarse laugh, my breath tickling her ear.

"All for you, sugar," I grunt, my hands sliding underneath her shirt to cup her breasts. She gasps at the contact, her fingers faltering on me momentarily. She arches, trying to guide my cock to her entrance. My head is spinning, I know this is a huge mistake, I can scent that she’s fertile and I’m a goddamn asshole for not putting a stop to this…

But she's pulling me closer, her fingers digging into my back, and all rational thought vanishes. My wolf is howling in agreement as I line up my cock with her entrance.

"Is this what you want, sugar?" I growl, my voice husky.

She swallows hard, eyes wide and bottom lip caught between her teeth. She nods, looking so damn beautiful that it hurts to look at her. "Yes," she whispers.

I thrust into her with a single, powerful stroke, burying myself deep inside her warmth. She gasps, her walls clenching around me as I fill her all the way up to my knot.

"Fuck," I hiss, my fingers digging into her hips. She's so tight around me, so perfect. And being inside her bare, feeling how wet she is, knowing I could come inside her, mark her…

Her hands clutch at my shoulders, her nails digging into my skin. She’s panting, eyes squeezed shut as she adjusts to me. I wait for her, giving her control. When she opens her eyes and looks up at me, there’s a fierce determination in her gaze.

“Move,” she commands, and it's all the permission I need.

I start slow, thrusting in and out of her tight heat. Her breath hitches with each thrust, soft mewls of pleasure escaping her lips. The sight of her beneath me, flushed and writhing with pleasure, is enough to nearly send me over the edge.

But this isn’t about me. It’s about her.

I want to make this good for her. Perfect.

Reaching down, I thumb at her sensitive clit while maintaining my rhythm. Her back arches off the table, a sharp cry leaving her lips as pleasure ripples through her body.

“Colt…” she moans, her voice trembling as she clings to me. I can feel her body tighten around me, feel the heat of her pulsing against my fingers. I keep my pace, steady and relentless, driving her towards the edge with every movement.

"Magnolia," I growl in response, my voice thick with lust. "You're so fucking tight, so wet..."

Her eyes open, her lashes heavy and dark. She's so damn beautiful like this—lost in pleasure, lost in me, wearing my goddamn t-shirt and practically begging me to knock her up.

"Harder," she begs, her voice a breathy whisper against my ear. Her nails dig into my back, pushing me further into her.

I oblige her request, my thrusts quickening, each one harder and deeper than the last. This is torture and ecstasy combined in one exquisite moment; the sight of Magnolia beneath me, undone by my touch, drives me wild.

She gasps with each thrust now, the sweet sound echoing through the silent room. She pulls me closer, wrapping her legs around my waist to take me even deeper. All I can see, all I can focus on is Magnolia—her flushed face, her parted lips, the way her body moves with mine. Her hands are tangled in my hair, pulling me down for an open-mouthed kiss that’s all teeth and tongues and desperation.

I groan against her lips, the sound muffled by her mouth. But she hears it; she feels it. I can tell by the way her walls tighten around me, gripping me tightly as if she never wants to let go. Her pussy sucks at my cock like it’s going to drag my knot in by force—and maybe it will.

"Colt," she gasps, her voice shaky and breathless. "I'm...I'm..."

"You're gonna come for me again, sugar," I murmur against her ear. I can feel her trembling beneath me, feel her body coiling tighter and tighter with every thrust. My thumb rubs over her clit again and she cries out, a sharp sound piercing the air as pleasure overtakes her. The feeling of her climaxing, clenching around my cock like a vice, sends me spiraling towards my own release.

I can't help the animalistic growl that rises from my chest, echoing through the room as I thrust harder, faster. I can see the pure ecstasy on her face, her eyes squeezed shut and mouth open in a silent scream. Her nails dig into my back, leaving marks that I'm sure will become scars. It doesn't matter. Everything for her.

Her body begins to shake beneath me, her orgasm washing over her like a tidal wave. It's beautiful—she's beautiful—and I can barely breathe.

"Colt," she gasps again, her voice barely a whisper now. She clings to me, her fingers digging into my skin as she rides out her orgasm. She gets closer, arms holding me tight, her tongue dragging over my pulse.

And then she does something I don’t expect—something she can’t take back—and it changes everything.

I don’t know what I’m feeling at first when pain sears through me, erupting on my neck only to be followed by intense, mind-blowing pleasure. It makes my hips thrust harder, more brutal—and my knot slides inside her, trapping me as I shoot my load deep into her womb. Magnolia is still clinging to me, her tongue lathing at my pulse now, something hot dripping down my neck and collarbone…

She bit me.

Holy fuck, she bit me, and I just…I just knotted her and came inside her. I’m gonna get her pregnant. I…I fucking want to get her pregnant, I want her so fucking bad…

I feel the world spinning out of control as an aftershock rips through me, my cock throbbing inside her as I somehow shoot another, smaller load. I'm panting heavily, my breaths hitching with every spasm that rocks through me. I can't think, can't breathe. All I can do is hold onto her tightly as I come down from the high.

Through it all, I'm aware of her body against mine, of her ragged breaths echoing in my ear, of how she's still sucking on my neck, soothing the bite with her lips and tongue. I want to do the same thing to her—so I’ll always be able to feel her, so the whole world knows she belongs to me.

"Oh God," she gasps, releasing her bite to look at me with wide eyes. There's fear and uncertainty there, but also a wild kind of joy that has my heart stuttering in my chest. Her pupils are dilated, her eyes taking on the iridescent sheen that results from a partial shift. "Did...did I...?"

"Yeah," I answer gruffly. I don’t know how to tell her what she’s done—I’m not sure if she even knows. “It’s okay.”

“It’s not, I didn’t mean to,” she says. “I’m…”

Her eyes meet mine—and I think we both realize it at once, as her bite settles into my soul.

The way she smelled so fucking good from the moment I met her…how we couldn’t seem to stay away from each other, how every interaction has been charged and fraught with meaning.

“I’m your mate, aren’t I?” she whispers.

I swallow hard, nodding. “Yeah…” I rasp. “Yeah…I think you are.”