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  “Wet already,” he breathed, leaning over her to flick his tongue over one erect nipple. The dual sensation, his rough tongue on her breast and his fingers sliding into her pussy, made her moan. A soft plea. “Feel good?”

  She nodded, not trusting her voice or her ability to form words. Hell yeah, it felt good. He knew that. Damn tease. She rocked her hips against his hand, a demand for more. Desire and need ravaged her body, instinct driving her hard. He needed to do something…not tease her.

  “Slick and wet.” He pulled his fingers free, ignoring the silent cry of disappointment from her parted lips, and licked them, sucking her juices directly from his skin. “You taste fantastic. But…later.”

  Later? What the fuck…what did he mean, later? She let go of her handhold, mouth open to argue, but she didn’t get the chance. Hands hard on her hips, he flipped her on the table. Her naked breasts, her belly pressed against the cold wood and she cried out in surprise. The sound of tearing fabric filled the air as the remnants of her dress were torn from her, leaving her as naked as the day she’d been born. Naked and bent over the table.

  A flare of heat warmed her ass and the backs of her thighs. Looking over her shoulder revealed he’d burnt away what remained of his clothing, a fact highlighted when his hair-roughened thighs brushed against the back of hers. A large foot kicked hers wider, parting her farther for him, and the thick, broad head of his cock pressed against her.

  “Mine,” he growled and shoved into her in one hard thrust.

  “Oh…” She reared back, hands flat on the table as she tried to process the overload of sensation. He was big, his cock stretching her pussy walls tightly around him. Buried deeply inside her, his cock pulsed, his balls pressed against her ass.

  “Oh? Just, oh?” he asked, breath whispering the fine hairs on the side of her neck. “I expected more than ‘oh.’”

  He pulled her hips back from the table edge and reached around, sliding between her legs. Clever fingers parted her lower lips and found her clit, pressing and rubbing the slickness of her arousal into it. She whimpered, a rush of liquid heat bathing his cock.

  “That’s better. Much better.”

  He drew back, hard ridges on his cock making her eyes cross as they pressed nerve-endings no human or wolf could touch. She pushed up on her hands as he thrust in again, hard and fast. Slow withdraw. Quick thrust. Again and again. Hard. Slow. Push, then a drag back. All the time, he circled her clit, stroked and teased. His other hand joined the fray, closing around the sensitive flesh of her breast. Strong fingers toyed with her nipple, pinching then pulling. She gasped and shuddered in his arms, her body under his spell.

  Her climax rose, at boiling point already. He knew exactly when and how to touch her to bring her to the edge. Always under control. She bit her lip, knowing he could alter his technique at any moment and leave her hanging, desperate for release but unable to attain it. She couldn’t help it, though, and the shuddering moan escaped before she could stop it. Her hand curled around his forearm as he stroked her clit, the corded muscles under her fingertips.

  “Archer…please.”

  She wasn’t above begging. Not now. Not this time. Tilting her head to the side, she offered him her neck. Pinned beneath him, her throat and shoulder bare to his fangs with his cock buried inside her was the ultimate submission for any she-wolf.

  “You give yourself to me? To be mine now and always?” he asked. It was too late, but the fact he asked cracked the last defense around her heart. She loved him. Completely and utterly. And not just because he could make her come with a few touches and a drawl of her name.

  “Always,” she whispered.

  He struck.

  Pain flared, dragging a cry from her lips as agony enveloped her body, but it was shortlived. Almost instantly, her climax broke over her, exploded through her body like a star going supernova and obliterating all else. She tried to suck a breath into lungs that no longer processed oxygen. Instead, her body ran on pure pleasure. It raced rampant through her, over her skin, through her veins. Invaded every skin cell in one perfect moment.

  He growled, fangs still buried in her shoulder and his cock clamped in the vise of her pussy. His thrusts sped up. Pressing her down under him on the table as her orgasm washed through her in pleasure-inducing waves, he took her hard. Cock piston-like in the sheath of her slick cunt, he chased his own release.

  It didn’t take long. Her pussy throbbed around him, tightening with each long roll of her own release and within seconds he disengaged his fangs. His breathing was ragged as he slammed into her harder, the sensation almost too much for her. Then he thrust one last time, bellowing as he buried himself and stiffened. His body shook behind her, as though every muscle pulled taut. Hands hard on her hips, he held her still. His cock pulsed, pumping his hot seed against her inner walls.

  Their breathing rasped, the only sound in the room, as they both recovered. The storm of pleasure died down to ripples and then eased, leaving her with a feeling of satisfaction. Her limbs shook, weak after the sensations and energy he’d wrought from her.

  “That was…” she murmured, hands flat on the table as she pushed herself up.

  She’d never…never felt anything like that. Ever. Reaching a hand to her neck, she felt the marks of his possession written into her skin. The wound had already healed, cauterized by her hellhound’s touch. She couldn’t wait to see the mark in the mirror. A visual sign to all she was his.

  “Perfect. That was perfect.” His voice was back to normal, albeit raspy with his recent release. Strong arms wrapped around her again, pulling her back against him into his embrace. His lips brushed against the mark on her shoulder. Gently. Reverently. “You were perfect. I love you, Reena. Have since the first moment I saw you, and now you’re all mine.”

  “I am. I always was. And I always will be.” She smiled, tilting her head back to rest against his broad shoulder and breathed a sigh of contentment. “I love you, too. Man, wolf, or hellhound, doesn’t matter. To me, you’re just…mine.”

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