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Audrey was leaning into the cab. Since she was so short, she was up on her toes and her ass stuck out.

Fuck. Me.

In her snug jeans and tank top, I couldn’t miss every inch of her curves. I’d had my hands on them the other day, knew the width of her hips as I held her in place for my tongue and fingers. My mouth watered with the need to get back there and taste her some more. It was her tits, small lush swells pressing against the pale blue stretchy fabric, that I hadn’t seen. Touched. Tasted. Licked. Sucked.

She dropped down to the soles of her feet.

“Hold it right there.”

She froze facing the interior of the truck but turned her head to look at me. Her eyes instantly widened, and I couldn’t miss the way her pupils dilated behind her glasses. I felt more wolf than human at the moment. Her scent caught the air, and I breathed it in. Sweetness, but also musk. Fuck, she was wet. Just as eager for me as I was for her. The last thing I’d said was for her to get the butt plug and lube, which meant—

I set the blankets over the side of the truck bed and placed the food basket on the ground.

“What?” she asked.

“I want to mark you.” My voice was deep. Rough. I was barely hanging on. Maybe it was the talk about my parents. Or her parents. Or the fact that we’d shared shit that I never told anyone. Rob didn’t know I blamed myself. I knewheblamed me, but I’d never outright said it was my fault. I’d never apologized to him for making him alpha when he wasn’t ready.

Something was different, though. Inside, I felt lighter. I wasn’t absolved, but Audrey hadn’t slapped me and jumped from the truck. She hadn’t rejected me. In fact, she’d told me I wasn’t to blame.

Someone liked me, wanted me, was staying with me even with all my fuck ups. Somehow, she’d seen every bit of my false bravado, the cockiness for what it was. She’d heard my darkest secrets, and she was dripping wet for me.

She was mine. Not just mine as in bend her over and fuck her. No, as in, I loved her. She was my other half. I didn’t give a shit if she was human. I couldn’t bite her, but I could mark her in other ways. My cum on her skin, dripping from her pussy. My scent on her so every wolf in the west knew she’d been claimed, that could come later. But right this second, I needed to see my mark on her.

I stepped up behind her within the open door, reached around and undid the front of her jeans, pushed them over her hips. She held still for me, almost shaking with anticipation. Her gorgeous ass was covered in red satin. Fuck, that was hot, and I’d get those off her later, but now I needed her ass bare. I needed all that creamy skin on display. So I could mark.

Hooking my fingers in her panties, I lowered them, so they and her jeans were bunched mid-thigh. I heard her ragged breathing, saw the frantic beat of her pulse at her neck.

“Boyd.” Her voice was almost a whisper, but I heard it as if she’d shouted.

My hand slid over her ass, caressed it. Cupped it. Squeezed it.

“Can you tell I’m an ass man?”

She laughed, but she was too aroused and stopped as soon as I lifted my hand and spanked her. Not too hard, but the crack resounded through the air.

She gasped, bucked, but held herself still, ready for more. Just as I’d thought. She liked it. The air around us practically crackled with sexual electricity. My dick punched against my jeans to get out. I slapped her ass again and watched as her flesh jiggled. Instantly, another handprint bloomed pink.

“Marked.” I spanked her again. Again. Switching sides, I lit up her skin. This wasn’t a punishment, and I kept things light, but she was no doubt feeling a hot ass right now. She wiggled her hips, thrust her hips out more.

Tapping the inside of one thigh, I nudged her feet apart, but she could only go so far with her jeans about her thighs. Still, the extra few inches put her pussy on display. She didn’t wax herself bare. Her labia had trimmed dark hair that only accentuated how pink her inner lips were. And wet. She was soaked.

I must have stared too long because she whimpered, then called my name.

“What is it, darlin’? Need to come ‘cause you’re getting your ass spanked?”

“I’ve… it’s… yes!”

I cupped her heated skin, stroked it. “Never been spanked before?”

She shook her head, her hair falling down over her shoulders.

“We’re going to find out all the things you like. Every.” I spanked her. “Single.” Again. “One.”

Her moan caught the air.

“Hand me that plug.”

She’d been holding it in her hand this whole time.