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His hand more firmly on my hip, he easily pulled me up and over his thighs. All haziness left, and I smiled down at him. “How are you feeling?”
“Hard. Needy. Needy for you, specifically.” His voice was low and growly, and when his eyes tinged gold, relief swept through me. It was good to see him and his wolf again. “How did you sleep?”
“No dreams.” Leaning down, I kissed him slowly as I pumped his c**k. “Sometimes, I go far too long without this c**k inside of me.”
“I know just how you feel.”
“Really?” I straightened and squeezed. “You go too long without a c**k inside of you? I think we need to talk about this further, Alpha.”
Troy growled, and tried to flip us, but I locked my legs around his thighs and grabbed the headboard. There wasn’t enough room for him to get his leverage and I had him trapped beneath me. “Is there a specific c**k you’re thinking about? Or maybe a strap-on,” I laughed.
“Whatever works for you, sweetheart. Are you going to keep torturing me?”
“Maybe. I like it when you tremble under me.” Sliding down his thighs, I bent down and took his c**k in my mouth. His growl turned deeper as I gripped his thighs and sucked.
“Shit, baby. You’re killing me.”
“Come in my mouth, Troy. I want to hear you come. I want to taste it,” I whispered and dipped my
head again.
His fingers tangled in my air as he pumped his hips. “Sweetest mouth,” he groaned. “Kiana…”
He spilled into me, hot and heavy, and I swallowed every last drop, licking my lips before easing back up to him. He didn’t give me time to brace – he flipped us, and his full weight pinned me as his mouth ghosted over my throat. “Do you know how fucking perfect you are?” he breathed.
My skin trembled under him. “You’re not so bad yourself,” I managed, sliding my hands down his
back to hold him.
His mouth found my p***y again and I nearly lost it. Troy,” I gasped as his tongue pushed inside me, greedy and ruthless.
“I need to get hard again,” he growled. “Nothing gets me harder like your taste, love.”
I dug my nails into the sheets and arched, a sharp squeal ripping out when he found that impossible spot. He ate me without mercy-fast, deep licks, his tongue hammering me until I
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begged for the release he’d promised. Then, when I was shredded and raw and begging, he let me fall over the edge, and I detonated around his mouth.
He crawled back up, all raw need and something softer under it, and hauled my knees to chest.
my
His c**k thudded between my thighs, slick and heavy, and I drank in the afterglow as he sank in
slow.
“So fucking perfect,” he growled, voice hoarse. “You and me, Kiana. No more questions. No more
doubt. We’re forever.”
My chest swelled so full it hurt. I cupped his face, thumb stroking his jaw. “No doubts, Troy. I’m yours and you’re mine. Now fuck me.”
He didn’t hesitate. He kissed me, hard, urgent, and shoved into me at the same breath, filling me so deep I felt him in my bones.
One stroke. Two. I bucked into him, hungry, and he grunted, pausing like a man tasting the last
breath of air. “Kiana?”
“Yeah, baby,” I breathed, riding him.
“Your eyes-” he stopped, searching my face. “They’re glowing.”
I laughed, breath hot on his ear. “What can I say? My wolf’s drunk on you.” I threaded my fingers through his hair and pulled, hard.
“No. They’re…purple. Dark violet, almost black. I’ve never seen that before. It’s…” His voice broke on the last word. “It’s beautiful.”
I swallowed. I didn’t want to be beautiful. I wanted to be me, I wanted to be the woman he loved
and wanted and needed.
I sank my teeth into his shoulder, not careful, because everything inside me was raw. “Take me, Troy. Please. I’m yours. I’m so yours.”
“Kiana, are you all right?” His concern was a growl.
“Yes. Please. Please, Troy.” I raked my nails down his back, needing him to feel my hunger. “Make
me feel it.”
He watched me a second longer, the animal and the man measuring the woman he’d claimed, then he kissed me and threw himself into me. Hard. Fast. The kind of movement that stole breath and left heat and bruises in its wake. He fucked me like he needed to carve his name into me.
I forgot everything else-my eyes, the witches, the danger. There was only the slam of him, the slick burn of my cunt around him, the way his hand came down to squeeze my throat, gentle
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enough to anchor, rough enough to show ownership.
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I lost the world in the pressure of his hips and the sound of him cursing my name. When the wave
hit, it ripped me apart: I cried his name like prayer, like warning, like relief. My body clenched and rolled around him, and he answered, deeper, louder, his roar shaking the room as he emptied
himself inside me.
We collapsed, ragged and raw: my cheek on the sweat-slick slope of his shoulder, my fingers still tangled in his hair. Everything inside me buzzed, spent, sated, and utterly his.
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