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I hated myself in this moment because while it was special, I had no other choice. I couldn’t very well lift my shirt and show her there wasn’t even a mark where that bull’s horn went through my side. I had to be the asshole who seduced her for a reason, and it wasn’t only because she was mine and I wanted to hear every desperate sound she made, to feel the prick of her nails, the catch to her breath. No, it was because I had to make her forget all about the fact that I was a fucking shifter and she was human and we’d never be right, no matter how much my wolf said so.

Because of all that bullshit and not because I needed to with every cell in my body, I went back to kissing the hell out of her. Making her forget all about that unfortunate incident. I could get her off and get her back in her car in under a minute.

I lifted my head. She was my mate. I couldn’t be a dick. She might not be able to be mine and I might not be able to claim her, but I could show her what it could be like between us. I wouldn’t fake anything. Hell, I’d give it my all, so she’d come like never before. If this was it, then I wanted it to be as special as I could make it, so I could remember. Could make it the top of my spank bank file for the rest of my life. This was perfection, and I had to savor every second.

My tongue swept between her lips, danced against hers. My palms slid down to cup her ass. I squeezed and kneaded those perfect globes as I took my fill of her mouth.

I had to scratch that. I probably would never get my fill. Because tasting her was like an arrival.

The achievement I’d been searching for without knowing it all these years. My wolf nudged me, snarled, agreeing with me not to be a dick and do this right. I couldn’t take from her for a reason.

I had to give.

6

BOYD

“You feel so fucking good, Doc,”I murmured against her ear when I finally broke the kiss. “You feel feverish.” I nipped her earlobe. “Hot all over. What other symptoms you got? Dampness between your legs?” I ground my hardened dick against the apex of her thighs once again.

“Jesus, Boyd.” Her head fell back against the wooden boards. She sounded breathless.

I wanted to roll on a condom and sink into that delicious heat, but I wasn’t going to. For one thing, I was supposed to be injured. For another, this wasn’t for my pleasure—it was for hers.

I eased her away from the wall, so her feet came down, then worked the button on her jeans. “I’m going to need to give you a thorough examination, Doctor.” I inched her zipper lower at the same time I nibbled along the side of her neck.

“Oh...um… wow.” Fuck, I loved that breathy quality of her voice. “I’m supposed to be checking on you.”

I grinned, then nipped at the juncture of her neck and shoulder. The spot where I wanted to bite and mark her as mine. No.No!

“You take care of everyone. It’s time someone takes care of you.”

She was still thinking too much, so I slid my hand inside her opened jeans, then over the lacy edge of her panties. Silk and lace. Fuck, I wanted to see them, but kept on my task, which was far from a hardship. Sure, I wanted her to forget about my injury, but I wanted to see her come. Wanted to see her face as she found her peak on my fingers. Heard the sounds of her release. I needed it more than I wanted to come. Yes, she was my mate. No fucking question if I didn’t give a shit if my balls turned blue and fell off as long as my girl got off.

I brushed my fingers lightly over her folds with no barrier but the thin fabric of her panties. She was hot and the silk wet.

Her pussy clenched, breath stuttered. Her scent was stronger now, her body temperature rising, sweat blooming on her skin, her pussy all but coating her panties in her sweet-scented juices.

I made a circle over her clit. “I’d like to pay you back, Doctor.” I swallowed her gasp with a kiss, not able to resist her mouth. I could finger fuck her, find that little g-spot and rub it and stroke that clit until she screamed and creamed. But no. She’d get more from me, and I’d remember everything about this moment.

I could hear birds chirping outside the barn, the rustle of the wind. No one was around. I’d hear them coming a long way off. Audrey was mine. Every pant. Every moan. Every clench of her pussy.

“For the care you gave me when I was hurt,” I added. I tucked one finger under the gusset of her panties and dragged it through her juices. I groaned. My wolf growled. That nectar was all for me. She was ready for my cock, to be marked, mated. Made mine.

“Th-that’s not really necessary.” Her hips bucked as I slowly circled her entrance, dipped inside. Her pussy muscles clenched the tip of my finger. She was tight. Hot. Wet. She’d probably strangle my dick if I got in her.

“Want me to stop?”

She shook her head. “No. Oh, don’t stop.”

I grinned, licked her sweaty skin.

“Maybe I should,” I replied, stilling my finger.

“Boyd,” she practically begged.

“Are you a good girl, Audrey?”

She opened her eyes, blinked up at me slowly as if she was trying to clear her head. “Always.”