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I hurtle into another orgasm before the first one has faded.Every cell in my body jumps, catapults, and I arch my back, my long hair tickling the crack of my ass.

“Come again,” he roars.

With each command, I glide into another climax.

Another, another, another.

My body is used and sated.Tired and still slightly drugged.

No way will I—

“One more, princess.Now!”

I grit my teeth, grab the back of Rogan’s neck as one more climax twists through me, squeezing every part of me, taking me on the flight of a lifetime.

I slump against him, our chests rubbing together with perspiration and his hair abrading my hard nipples.My quivering pussy finally slows as I pant against Rogan’s neck.

“My God,” I say.

“You’re so fucking hot.”Rogan buries his nose in my hair and inhales.“So fucking hot and so fuckingmine.”

“Mine,” I echo against him.

“We’re going to figure this out, princess,” he says.“What this is between us.”

“You said I was your mate,” comes out of my mouth with no prompting.

“You are.We have to figure outwhy.”

“Right.Why.”My eyelids flutter closed.

Multiple orgasms exhaust me.

Multiple orgasms plus drugs and fear for my life.

But I feel no fear now.In Rogan’s arms, I feel nothing but safe.Protected.Cherished.

“Don’t fall asleep, princess,” Rogan says huskily.“We’re not even close to done.”

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The command in his voice awakens my body once more.Multiple orgasms?Sure, I can pull out a few more.

For Rogan, I have the libido of a seductress.

Damn.

I’m lying on the grass, not exactly sure how I got here, when Rogan crawls on top of me and scorches me with a kiss.

I melt underneath him, my body seeming to become one with the earth.When my fangs snap downward, I push him away as I shriek from the sharp points stabbing the flesh of my gums.

And I realize, for the first time, that I didn’t hunger for his blood during that primal fuck.

Normally my gums itch and tingle as my fangs elongate, but this time?They snapped downward quickly and painfully.

Something has fluctuated inside me—something feral.

Rogan may shift into wolf form, but in this moment, I’m no less of an animal than he is.Something rumbles deep in my chest, and—


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