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Crew Arcoal sat in the oversized reading chair set in the corner of the bedroom he shared with his mate, Dahlia, reading a paperback book. Dahlia snuggled next to him reading on an e-reader, her long brown hair tucked over one shoulder. They were covered with blankets and surrounded by pillows, with drinks, snacks, notebooks, and more books, all in easy reach. They’d been reading for hours and Crew wasn’t tired. He never felt tired while Dahlia was around.

CRACK.

Their electricity cut out, leaving the room dark, with the only light coming from the e-reader in Dahlia’s hand.

Crew dropped his book on the end table and stretched. Outside, the wind whistled and howled.

“There it goes,” Dahlia said.

They’d figured they would lose power at some point overnight, because it’d been stormy and snowing with high winds for hours. The bad thing was this cabin they lived in was newly-built and there was no generator installed yet, so their plan had been to go to the main house, which did have one, if they got too cold. Ella had prepared extra beds, bedrolls, and cots, just in case.

Crew put an arm around his mate. “Guess I’m going to bed, Doll.”

Dahlia waved her e-reader. “Not me.”

Crew gently grasped her wrist and turned the e-reader so he could a look at the time: 3:04 in the morning. He let go.

“Damn, I gotta get some sleep before work.”

He stood, kissed his mate on the top of her perfect head—she was already reading again—and made his way across the room to the bed, stripping off his clothing as he went. He flung himself onto the mattress and stretched out on his belly, finding lacy fabric under his pillow. He grabbed it, trying to figure out what it was, then he realized it was the lingerie he’d ripped off his female the night before. He pulled it to his face and scented deeply, growing quickly and fully erect.

Doll, he growled in ruhi.

She didn’t answer.

Doll, I’ve got something for you over here, he said, palming his erection.

No response.

“Doll,” he growled out loud, getting up on one elbow.

She startled, looking up, then laughed. “You were calling me, weren’t you? I thought it was just another voice in my head. There’s a lot going on in there right now.”

“My voice is the sexy one you’re hearing.”

“The sexiest,” she said. She smiled at him, then made a note in a notebook next to her. Crew waited until she put her pen down, then he growled, long and low.

“What?” Dahlia teased. Before he could say anything, she jumped up and said, “You know I can’t resist it when you do that.”

She propped her e-reader in the chair so that it faced them, throwing a bit of light onto the bed, then approached him, taking off her shirt.

“Leave it on, Doll.”

“Nuh uh,” she said. “This is my favorite shirt. You’re not ripping it.”

He reached out and tugged on her panties. What about these? he growled in ruhi.

She didn’t respond, only yanked the panties down and stepped out of them, then pounced on him. He laughed and wrestled her underneath him, pinning her arms above her head with one hand.

“Oh no,” she said in a high voice. “Whatever shall I do?”

He growled and bit at her nipples. She fought to get her hands free, making him hold her with two hands.

He growled long and low, talking to her in ruhi. That’s right, Doll, see if you can break free. See what happens to bad girls when they act naughty.

She grinned and yanked her hands but couldn’t free them. He pinned her with his bodyweight, until she tired and relaxed into the bed, breathing heavily. He held her with only one hand then, using the other to explore her body. His cock was trapped between them, forgotten for now, because his mate was laid bare and he planned to feast. He moved off to the side, dipped his head, and captured a gorgeous rosy nipple, sucking and nibbling, while he plucked at the other nipple with his fingers. She moaned lightly and bucked her hips.

“Greedy girl,” Crew murmured into her skin, sneaking his way up her inner thighs with light touches, then he veered off and went around to her ass cheeks, grabbing and kneading them roughly, pressing his cock into her side. Then he went back for more light inner thigh touches, while he kissed and sucked on one nipple after the other. He ran his hand lightly up her thighs, skimming her softest parts, dipping one finger inside her for just one second, then he veered off and around to her ass cheeks again, then down her legs, down the backs of her thighs, touching every inch of her skin he could.

She panted his name. “Crew.”

“Doll,” he said against her nipple, keeping up the cycle, wanting her begging.

“Crew,” she panted again, bucking her hips again, trying to guide him where she wanted him.

Crew withdrew his hand completely and moved up her body. He took her lips in a rough and needy kiss. He pulled his hand up her body, lightly caressing her neck and hair. He let go of her wrists, although he kept a gentle hold on her hand, entwining their fingers. She didn’t seem to notice she was free, kissing him back hungrily, sliding her wrists along his palm, moving against him, breathing his own name into his mouth.

Good girl, he said in her mind , and for that, you get the rewards.

He moved his hand down her body, caressing, grasping, massaging, while they kissed like first-date lovers. Finally, after a slow and leisurely trip around all her sensitive spots, he settled his hand where she wanted it, right on her clit, which pulsed hotly. Dahlia rubbed against him as best she could and he took pity on her, holding pressure so she could try her best to get off on his hand, but when her movements tightened and her breath quickened, he pulled his hand away.

Dahlia realized her hands were free and she reached for Crew. He grabbed her wrists again and forced them over her head, this time with her elbows bent. He held her tight, moving on top of her again, nudging her legs apart with his knees.

She grinned slyly at him and raised her hips. He considered teasing her more, but decided he was done, for now. He pressed her to the bed with his body and positioned himself, holding his cock with one hand and dragging it through her wetness, then swirling the head of it around her clit a few times.

“Oh,” she cried, pulling back at first, then pushing forward, moving against him, going for leverage and motion.

He worked her for a minute or two, watching her face, whispering her name, calling her beautiful and sexy. When she looked like she might come, he moved his cock down, then pushed inside her, slowly, inch by tight, swollen inch.

She cried out, then cried his name, her expression looking like she was in pain, but then it smoothed out, and when he was in as deep as she could take him, her face had gone sublime, teasing even. She lifted her chin, wanting a kiss, and he dipped his head for it, focused only on her, her body, her pleasure. He thrust into her, then pulled out slowly, alternating between fast and slow, hard and soft, gentle and rough.

She bucked her hips, and called out, her voice breathy and sensuous. “Don’t stop, do that, just like that…”

He stopped. He pulled out, and went down on her.

She pouted. “Crew!” but then she softened. “ Crew…” Her hands crept to his head and pulled on his hair as she tried to steer him.

He took her hands and held them by her sides, licking at her softest spots until she begged him to stop. He could go far longer than she could.

“Please, Crew, please.”

He growled his approval, long and low in the quiet room, talking to her in ruhi all the while. Of course, Doll, anything you want .

He released her and moved up her body, kneeing her legs apart again, grabbing his cock and putting it right in the sweetest spot, then thrusting in once, drawing out slowly, then teasing back in and setting up a steady rhythm for his Doll. Soon she was panting, grabbing the blankets, and bucking her hips against him, and then she was coming beautifully on his cock, crying out sweetly.

She fell back, sated. He stared at her beautiful face as he continued to thrust in and out of her, working his way toward his own orgasm.

“Fuck,” he gritted out, as he came, spilling his cum inside her. She held him tight, as his waves of pleasure mixed with the last of hers. He relaxed on the bed, partially draped over his mate.

“So good,” he said, relaxed enough to fall asleep immediately.

Dahlia murmured something he was too blissed out to understand.

“Uh huh,” he said as he rolled off to the side, then kissed her on her bare shoulder.

Dahlia kissed him back, on his chest first, then his cheek, then she got up and went to the bathroom. Crew lay there, watching her. When she came back, she went to the reading chair and picked up her e-reader.

Crew meant to say one more thing to her, but then his eyes shut and he drifted off to sleep.