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“You’re not ready yet.”

She frowned, rolled her hips. “I’m ready. You got me ready down at the truck.”

“You’ve got a tight little pussy, and I’m big. You might be all soft and swollen from the earlier fucking, but I won’t hurt you.”

She whimpered as I kept licking and sucking, spanking and nipping at her tits. They weren’t huge, but they were real, so fucking soft and plump beneath my hands, and her nipples seemed to be hardwired right to her swollen and eager clit.

Fuck. I wanted to make her come before I did because I knew I was going to go off like a rocket the second I sank into her. My vision was sharpening, which told me my eyes might be showing the color of my wolf.

I squeezed them closed, so she wouldn’t see. Released her wrists. “Now you keep those hands right there, you hear? Don’t move them or you’ll be punished.” I crawled lower.

“Punished?”

I gave her my most roguish grin. “Or I’ll spank that ass again, darlin’. Fate knows I love seeing my prints on your creamy skin.”

I settled between her legs and pushed her knees wide, then licked into her. Her sweet flavor burst on my tongue. Her sensitive tissues were swollen and flush with blood from my dick giving her a workout. Her clit was hard and prominent, as if it were eager for my tongue. She immediately reached for my head, her fingers tangling in my hair, pulling my face against her warm flesh. I lifted my head and grinned up her naked body. “Uh uh. Bad girl. Looks like you’re getting spanked.”

I flipped her over and lifted her hips, positioning her on her hands and knees. She looked over her shoulder at me, her damp hair sticking to her forehead and cheeks. Out here in nature, naked, fuck… my dick dripped pre-cum. My wolf was panting, eager for her. Just like this.

Her ass was still pink from earlier, reminding me how delicate her skin was. Not that I didn’t have plenty of practice with human women. I gave her a few more light slaps, then pushed her cheeks wide and rimmed her ass with my tongue.

“Boyd!” she screamed, the sound echoing off the rocks.

I did it again, and she made a warbling sound—somewhere between shock and pleasure. “Next time you disobey, I’m gonna fuck that ass, darlin’,” I said, although I didn’t mean it. Not unless she wanted me to, of course.

“Boyd,” she whimpered again, like she was getting as desperate as I was. Her hips shifted, as if she were wiggling an imaginary tail.

Fuck it.

I ripped open the condom and rolled it on. So much for sweet sex on soft blankets.

She was getting it raw and rough because it seemed holding back with her was not an option. And she didn’t want it that way. My straight-laced doc was a wild one.

I lined my cock up with her entrance and dragged my sheathed head through her plump folds. Pure fucking heaven. I drew in a steadying breath before I sank into her heat. Tight. Wet. Perfect.

I was lost in her. In the feel of her. In connecting with her like this. Seeking pleasure from her body and giving her pleasure in return. I gripped her hips and pushed in, forcing myself to go slow, not to hurt her. I was big, and she did have a tight little pussy.

But she made the sweetest sounds—like uhn uhns that made me want to fuck her so hard she saw stars. My grip tightened. My thrusts increased in speed.

“Harder.”

Oh sweet fate, she felt so. Damn. Good.

My eyes rolled back in my head as I took her faster. Deeper. Our flesh slapped together as I bottomed out. Her fingers gripped the blanket, as if that would keep her anchored.

My teeth—oh shit!—my canines descended, like my wolf wanted to mark her here and now. I was fucking her outside. She was on her hands and knees, and I was pounding her from behind. Her sounds were almost words of love for my wolf. This was a claiming, all I had to do was sink my teeth into her neck and come in her.

No. I tried to force the urge back down. Meanwhile, my hips jackhammered harder and faster, plowing into her roughly. I would never get enough of this, of her.

A growl rose up in my chest. I trapped it in my throat, holding my breath. She whimpered, then moaned as she came, her inner walls clenching rhythmically, trying to pull the cum from my balls. It worked.

I let out a shout and plowed deep into her, shooting my load. Before I finished, I managed to reach around and rub her clit, assuring she got off again. I needed to hear her cry my name. To know I was the one, the only one to satisfy the deepest, darkest fantasies.

“Boyd!” she cried. Fuck, yes.

Her knees slid out from under her as her channel squeezed my cock. I caught her waist to hold her up, holding those hips snugly against mine and rubbing her clit the entire time she came.

And then I pulled us both to our sides, my cock still buried deep, my face in her beautiful dark hair. I breathed in her scent, listening to the sound of our combined breaths. Of her heartbeat.