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Alex powered into her, owning what would always be his—owning what was always meant to be his. Every raspy moan spurred him on. Every hitch in her breath went straight to his cock. The way she clung to him so tight—pricking his nape and back with her nails, digging her heels into the base of his spine—fired his need to come deep inside her.

Pounding hard and fast, he whispered into her ear—telling her how much he loved that she belonged to him, how perfectly she fit him, how he wanted to hear her scream.

“Alex, I’m close.”

He knew that. He could feel her pussy getting tighter and hotter. “You want me to make you come? You want me to shoot my load inside you?”

“Yes and yes.”

“You love me?”

She swallowed. “Only ever you.”

Those words were like a trigger, and his own orgasm tumbled toward him. “Then come.” He sank his teeth into her neck and pinched her nipple. Like that, she exploded—her head thrown back, her pussy rippling, a scream tearing out of her throat.

Pleasure burst through him in violent waves. His eyes went blind, his thrusts faltered, and then he slammed deep as jet after jet of come burst out of his cock and filled her.

Panting and shaking with little aftershocks, he pressed a kiss to her temple. Her body, all warm and limp and sated, was like melted wax against him. “You awake?”

“I think so,” she slurred.

Not wanting to lose her pussy just yet, he didn’t pull out of her. Instead, he sat on the stool with her straddling him. That was when his stomach chose to rumble.

She sighed. “Considering how much you ate at the party, I don’t see how you could possibly be hungry right now.”

“Fucking you gave me an appetite.”

She let out a soft snort. “Sure.” Sitting up, she did a languid stretch. “Well, that was a hell of a fun way to top off the evening.”

“We’re nowhere near done celebrating yet. I just need some sustenance. I’ll pull out the cookie dough ice-cream and we’ll veg out for a while on the sofa. Then I’ll fuck you again.”

She frowned. “We have cookie dough ice-cream?”

He shrugged. “It was in the freezer.”

“Not when I was looking through it earlier. When did you buy it?”

“I didn’t. It was already there.”

Well, she had no recollection of buying it. She was convinced the wolverine had some sort of black magic going on. “You know what? I’m just gonna let it go.”

“All right.” He trailed his fingertips down her arm and muttered something soft in Russian that made her nipples tighten all over again.

She smiled. “What did that mean?”

“That you have the softest skin.”

“Hmm, I like it when you talk Russian. Even though you mostly just curse in that language.”

Putting his mouth to her ear, he whispered something else in Russian. It gave her the chills in the best way.

“What did that mean?” she asked.

“You’re the person I want to spend the rest of my life trapping under the covers while I fart.”

Bree stared at him. “If that’s not love, I don’t know what is.” She looped her arms around his neck. “Well, if we ever stranded in an ocean and a shark came along, I’d totally distract it so you could get away. But if it’s a dolphin, you’re on your own—those suckers are just twisted.”

“With heartfelt declarations like that, how could I ever doubt that you love me?”

“I know, right?” She tilted her head. “Do you think you could ever love me more than you do beef jerky?”

He sighed. “And we’re back to asking stupid questions.”

“I just want to know.”

“Look, me and jerky … we go way back; we have the kind of history that means there’s no way of me breaking free of it. But you’re everything to me. You fit into my life like you were always meant to be in it. I love every part of you, and I know that will never change. I know deep down to my bones that nothing could ever mean more to me than you do.”

“Not even jerky?”

“Not even that.” He pursed his lips. “But if you ever want to welcome it into our bed, I ain’t gonna say no. It could be fun.”

“I think I’d get jealous by the amount of attention you’d pay it. You could easily forget I was there.”

“Not easily, but yeah I could forget—” He frowned. “Hey, don’t hiss at me. That’s just rude.”

“I don’t care.”


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