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“Will you suck my cock if I ask you?”

I licked my lips Because the idea suddenly didn’t seem like a bad one. My mind wandered. What would he taste like? Would I be any good at it? I asked myself as his hand settled between my legs, just south of the apex of my thighs. Just south to where heat pooled and I was suddenly so wet. I didn’t know why him or why now, but I wanted him. I wanted the way he looked at me to be for me and only me.

“How many other alphas have you offered this too?”

His features turned dark. His brows lowered and his eyes turned into a midnight storm.

“No, I haven’t,” I said. “You’re just, I don’t know. I would for you.”

“Would for me? I don’t want to be a consolation prize. I don’t want you just willing, I want you to be desperate for me. I want you to be mine and only mine.”

The word mine trickled in through my brain. My wolf was trying to remain focused, but where she was finding strength he seemed to be our undoing. She was willing to sit back and let him be in control.

But, I needed her right now. The word mine bounced around my skull again and the need to be touched grew with every moment he failed to move. My pussy grew wetter and wetter and my body came alive with the simple connection of his hand on my thigh.

Goddess, what I wouldn’t give to have him. The word mine flooded through me at that moment and I didn’t have control for a single second as my wolf burst forward with one single thought.

“Mine,” I said.

His lips were on mine before I could rationalize anything and I wanted it. My hands weaved into his hair.

She kept screaming the word in my mind. I kissed him back with all that I had. I’d dreamt of him my entire teen and adult life and he was so much better in real life.

Devon crawled up my body without breaking the kiss. His hand slid up my thigh, to my hip up to my side as he moved and I laid back making room for him.

My wolf screamed at me. She was awake and here and claiming what was hers.

He was mine. He was everything I’d ever hoped for. He was everything that gave me an escape. He was never meant to save me, because I didn’t need saving. I just needed him to be waiting.

“Breathe, little-wolf.”

His lips left mine and I gasped in the air. I hadn’t realized I’d closed my eyes until he spoke. I opened them to see his own dark with lust and I did exactly as he asked. I breathed past the need inside me.

“Is this what you want?” he asked.

I blinked several times and he backed away a few inches.

“What? Want what?”

He stopped moving, his eyes searching my face.

“You said, mine. I,” he blew out a breath. “My wolf took that as an invitation, but you were holding your breath. Is this not what you want?”

A slow smile spread over my own lips.

“I was waiting for what was next. I wanted to feel your hands everywhere. It’s like if I took a single breath I would wake up and ruin this perfect dream? You know?”

He started to nod and then turned it into a shake. “No. What?”

This time I took my own liberties and traced his face with my fingers. I could feel the stubble over his chin and the lines of his mouth.

“Do you know what it feels like when you’ve dreamed of something for so long and then it shows up you’re suddenly waiting for it to be another figment?”

This time he nodded his head. His eyes met mine and all I could see was the green of Devon. His wolf wasn’t driving his decisions right now, and yet the way he saw me right now? I shivered.

“I’ve wanted you since that day in the forest. Do you remember it?”

Did I remember it?


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