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  “You’re making me sound like a possession again. And if you even hint at peeing on me to mark your territory, I’ll rip your dick off and choke you with it.”

  Simon laughed, and the brief glance he tossed at me let me know how ludicrous he found that. He put the blinker on and exited the highway, his laughter filling the cab as he made a few turns and had us on a dirt road.

  “Where are we going?” I asked, realizing I hadn’t paid near enough attention to his side of the earlier phone conversation.

  “A friend’s cabin.”

  “I want to go home.” I sounded like a little kid, and I didn’t even care. Being alone with Simon wasn’t going to be good for me. I mean, it would actually be pretty fucking amazing, I was sure. But I wasn’t sure I could trust myself to keep my hands off him and talk. And we really needed to talk.

  He parked the Jeep, but I didn’t even glance at the cabin. My gaze was glued to him. God, he really was beautiful. He leaned close and brushed my lips with his.

  “Let’s get to know each other,” he suggested and I wasn’t sure he meant verbally. Then he pressed his lips over the spot he’d bitten, and my core clenched. I wasn’t certain I didn’t have a mini orgasm in that moment. I wanted him to do it again, just to find out.

  “Simon?”

  “Yeah.” He tilted his head to the side, nuzzling along my neck.

  “I really want to get naked with you.”

  He jerked back, his gaze searching my face as color flushed his cheeks.

  “Let’s head inside.”

  I gulped as he got out and walked around the hood toward my door. I was going to have sex with a sexy shifter. A bossy one, but still sexy. My door opened. He reached in and released my seatbelt then held out his hand for me. I let him help me out, feeling shaky on my own feet.

  “Ready?” he asked, and I knew he was referring to more than a trip inside.

  As if he sensed my nervousness, he leaned in, pinning me against the vehicle while he ravished my mouth. There was no other word for it. Instantly, I was right back at the cusp of orgasm, just waiting for that one extra thing that would send me over. He pulled away, his smoldering gaze raking over me, and I knew he noted the state of my nipples and probably sensed how badly I needed him.

  “Simon.” His name was a husky whisper.

  “Cecilia.”

  “Take me inside and fuck me.”

  He swept me up into his arms, lifting me high against his chest, and I knew if I wasn’t careful, I could lose my heart to Simon Hollister.

  Chapter Three

  ~Simon~

  I couldn’t get her inside quickly enough. My cock was ready to explode as it was, but hearing her ask me to fuck her had it straining against my zipper in a mad plea for freedom. I took her mouth again as soon as I’d stumbled across the threshold of the cabin with her, leaning back against the door, I fumbled the lock back into place before letting Cecilia gain her feet. Then I pulled her flush against me, unwilling to have even air between us.

  “You’re going to burn me alive,” I admitted with a groan as I worked down her neck, leaving a trail of sucking bites behind. I’d never been this hungry for a woman in my life. I felt as if I would spontaneously combust if I didn’t get inside her soon. Which meant we were wearing entirely too many clothes.

  “Simon.”

  God, the way she moaned my name lit me up inside.

  I had her shirt up and over her head before she realized my intention. Then I took her mouth again. Hunger for her was a savage need that brought my beast growling to the surface. If she looked now, I had no doubt my eyes would have the glow of the animal inside me. Her bra was off and tossed aside, and I finally had her lush breasts in my palms. I slid my thumbs across her nipples, rubbing them into tight points my mouth salivated to taste.

  Cecilia was moaning and tugging at my shirt with one hand while the other threatened to make me bald with the way she was pulling on my hair. I backed away and ripped my shirt over my head then went to my knees in front of her. Immediately, I leaned in and took one dark-rose bud into my mouth and sucked eagerly.

  “Oh, God,” Cecilia cried, burying her fingers in my hair again. “I knew you’d be amazing. Yes. I’m so close.”

  I could scent how close she was. I slid one hand down her taut belly and jerked her jeans open before dipping my hand inside the waistband of her panties. Hot, damp, and needy. I popped off her nipple, shoved her pants and panties down to midthigh and buried my face between her thighs. I nuzzled her folds, slipping my tongue through her juices before tapping it against her swollen clit.

  “Yeah, you like that, don’t you?”

  She whimpered, lifting her hips toward my face while trying to work her legs free. Knowing it would give me better access to the sweet pussy I planned to devour, I helped her. In minutes, I had her stripped to the skin with both legs over my shoulders and my tongue buried inside her. Her back pressed against the door while she rode my mouth with pure abandon. Glancing up her body and seeing the look of absolute pleasure on her face, I almost came in my pants.

  “Simon!” she screamed as her orgasm ripped through her. I pumped my tongue, feeling each ripple of her sex as I drank her release. I kept her at the pinnacle for long seconds until she whimpered and tilted her hips away from my mouth. I turned my face into her thigh, placing a sharp nip there that had her jerking.

  “Don’t bite me again, Simon. It’s not nice.”

  I snorted at the proper tone in her voice. My face was literally shiny with her pussy juice, and she was talking about being nice. I placed a soft kiss on her sex.

  “Are you sure you want me to be nice?”

  I scraped the same spot with my teeth and felt her shiver.

  “I thought you wanted to fuck?” I murmured, licking up her folds and swirling around her clit. “Or did you want something nice?”

  Her fingers tightened in my hair, and she jerked until I glanced up at her.

  “Shut up and fuck me, Simon. Now.”

  I grinned. I could remind her how little she liked me giving orders but decided against it. She was hot, wet and ready, and I was seconds from coming in my jeans. I kept her balanced on my shoulders while I shoved my jeans down my thighs. Then I surged to my feet catching her yelp of surprise with my lips as I let her drop from my shoulders, so I could catch the backs of her knees in my elbows, spreading her wide.

  “Reach down and grip my dick,” I ordered and noticed she had no problem with me giving orders this time. Fuck! I shouldn’t be taking my mate for the first time against a fucking door. We should be on a bed with rose petals and silk sheets with the room aglow with candlelight. We should be able to see each other and explore. But I couldn’t wait.

  Her fingers found my cock, and her eyes widened as she gulped. “I don’t think you’re going to fit.”

  So maybe, it was a good thing she couldn’t actually see how big I was. Most shifters were well-endowed, and I wasn’t being cocky by admitting I was considered well-hung even for a shifter. My mate would have no complaints. I noted her fingers were on me but not doing anything.

  “I’ll fit just fine, baby,” I assured her. I let her drop a little lower, making her shriek again as if she were afraid I was going to drop her. No chance of that. Ever.

  My cock nudged her folds, and she tightened her hold, rubbing the glans through her slit. Fuck! She was gasping and moaning, riding me without letting me inside.

  “Cecilia, put me inside,” I growled at her. She had me insane with lust.

  She was moaning and flexing. My girl wasn’t real verbal during sex. No dirty talk from her, but she seemed to enjoy it from me.

  “I want you to guide me into you, baby, so I can fuck you hard and fast. I’m going to fill this tight pussy and drench you with my cum. I’m going to make you come so hard you’ll be begging to ride my dick twenty-four seven,” I promised.

  “Yes! Yes! Oh, please, yes!”

  She finally lodged me at her opening, and I pr
essed until the tip slipped inside. We both groaned then. She was tight. So fucking snug I momentarily worried she might be correct in thinking I wouldn’t fit, but I knew better. She was my mate. She’d been made for me. Her body was meant to accept me. I thrust more firmly and managed to slide half my length in. Pulling back, I surged again. Then again until I was balls deep inside her.

  Growls spilled from my throat as my hunger consumed me. I pounded into her. The combined scents of our sweat and sex filled my head, driving me to mark her womb with my seed. She was mine. All mine. And by the time we left this place, she’d be wrapped so tightly in my scent, covered in my seed, that maybe my wolf would calm the fuck down.

  Cecilia screamed, her nails sinking into my shoulders, her head canted back against the door, exposing her neck. Without thought, I struck, sinking my teeth deep as she came apart around me. Her channel fluttered then locked down, milking my seed from my cock while I continued to fuck her. I couldn’t get enough. Neither could my cock as the wily bastard stayed hard, showing no signs of fatigue. I carried her to the couch, finally making it past the entryway, and only popped her off my dick long enough to turn her around and bend her over the arm. Then I lifted her by the hips and slammed home again.

  I rode her harder, pounding fast and deep while she mewled and clawed at the cushions. I reveled in the pleasure I was giving her. I wallowed in it myself. She came hard, her voice breaking on the cry she let loose. I released more seed inside her, spilling so much semen that it leaked out around my tunneling cock. Our combined juices ran down my thighs and hers, coating us, and making my wolf go crazy. I grabbed her again, laying her on her back across the soft rug in front of the barren fireplace. There should be a fire going. I should take the time, but I couldn’t stop fucking her. Next time, I vowed, as I covered her with my body and returned my shaft to its new home.

  “Simon.” She held on to me, tugging at my neck until I lowered my head toward hers. “Kiss me.”

  Gladly. I rubbed my tongue along hers, soaking in the taste of her. I took her under, dragging myself with her until the need for air forced us apart. I left her mouth and nuzzled back down to her throat to the spot I’d claimed as mine. That almost made me laugh. Hell, at this point every luscious inch of her was mine. I planned to thoroughly explore all those inches before we left. Hell, I might keep her naked the entire time. Easier access.

  “Si…mon.” There was a breathy catch to her voice, and one hand fell lax beside her head, palm up. If she only knew what that submissive pose did to the alpha in me, I’m sure she’d find the strength to move it.

  “Let go, baby. I’ve got you,” I crooned in her ear, dropping down to my elbows so my chest pressed to hers.

  She let the other hand fall limply while she gasped for breath. I eased off, taking her slowly, savoring every thrust and retreat, every squeeze and release of her channel.

  “Do you want me to stop?” It might kill me, but I would if she needed me to.

  She gave a tiny shake of her head followed by a breathy, “No.”

  I grinned, pressing my lips to hers again. “You can cry uncle anytime. You don’t have to be afraid of the big, bad wolf.”

  “We’ll discuss the better to eat you with when I can breathe normally,” she assured me with a soft smile.

  “Don’t worry. I’ll make sure I eat you real good. Every single time.” I licked my lips, and her smile turned into a full-blown grin. I reached down between us, rubbing my finger over her clit as I continued to take her.

  She shook her head, and that little whimper escaped again. “I…can’t.”

  “Just one more, baby,” I urged. “Let me feel that pussy come around me again.”

  Hell, I was like a junkie in need of a fix. Only, my drug of choice was her pussy, and I was still in the middle of a hit.

  “Come for me,” I ordered. “Let me feel you fly.”

  She mewled, arching her head back again. I was learning that was her tell-tale sign that she was approaching orgasm. I pinched her clit and tugged on it, and she flew. It was beautiful to watch. The flush to her skin. The damp of her perspiration. Even better to feel. The brush of her skin against mine. The flutter of her sex around my cock. I picked up the pace again, throwing my head back and letting my wolf howl as I filled her up again.

  She lazily stroked her fingers along my side while I stayed arched above her, head toward the ceiling while our groins were tightly pressed together. My body felt completely drained. I collapsed atop her, though I did my best to keep the bulk of my weight off her. Finally, with a heave, I rolled so she lay sprawled on top of me instead of beneath me.

  “Are we sleeping here?” Her words were slurred as if she were drunk. Love drunk. It made me feel cocky as hell.

  “No. There’s a bed down the hall. I’ll carry you there in a minute.”

  “Mmm,” she agreed, snuggling against my chest. “Need to talk.”

  I smiled, dropping a kiss atop her head. “Yeah, baby. We’ll talk. I’ll tell you everything you want to know.”

  “Promise?”

  I was surprised she was still awake. Glancing down, I saw she looked ready to pass out.

  “Promise.”

  I wrapped my arms around her as I sat up and gained my feet. Tucking her close against my chest, I carried her to the bedroom, appreciating the fresh sheets and turned down bed. It paid to have good friends.

  Cecilia didn’t open her eyes as I lay her down. She didn’t move either. I went to the bathroom first, wetting a washcloth with warm water and returning to clean her up the best I could without the luxury of a shower. We’d do that later. I tucked her under the covers, and she immediately turned to her stomach, wrapping her arms around the pillow and rubbing her face against it before settling again.

  I forced myself to leave her momentarily to pick up our clothes and shoes from the main room of the cabin and double-check the doors and windows. When I was sure we were secured for the night, I headed back to the bedroom. Cecilia was sprawled across the middle of the bed. For a small woman, she managed to take up as much room as she could. I dropped our clothes on the floor, hit the lights then joined her under the covers. She immediately turned to me, cuddling close, one arm reaching across my chest while she wrapped my thigh with her leg. Her palm slipped low over my belly, brushing my well-spent cock, before settling along my lower abs.

  Had I really thought my wolf might calm down after loving her so thoroughly? Definitely not. Then again, I hadn’t noticed any of the other mated members of our pack easing up on their women once they’d claimed them. Hell, Bas rode Raina’s ass so hard, it had become the norm for me to pick the two of them up from the woods with a blanket handy. Bas would gouge out my eyes if I saw his mate naked.

  Then there was my best friend Taylor, who still had issues letting his mate Rebbie out of his sight. I’d cut him some slack, though, since the very men my mate’s brother had been hunting had tried to take Rebbie and almost succeeded.

  I’d seen the others fall hard and fast. Hell, I vividly remembered watching our beta, Cyan, walk out of a bar with his mate tossed over his shoulder. Ivy was tiny like my mate. I’d even commented on her size, teasing Cyan with whether or not she was full grown. Funny, how my own mate’s tiny frame only made me feel all the more protective of her. At least, Ivy was a wolf. Cecilia. She was human. All she had to protect her was me. My wolf pressed along my skin as if in agreement.

  Thinking of the others reminded me that I hadn’t checked in when we’d arrived at the cabin. I thought briefly about calling Bas and doing so, but my mate was asleep on me and getting my phone would require jostling her and going out to the Jeep. Bas would have to wait. Cecilia nuzzled her nose against my chest and gave a deep sigh before going completely lax. I wrapped my arms around her and held her tight. I wasn’t letting her get away from me again.

  Chapter Four

  ~Cici~

  I woke up to the smell of bacon. My mouth instantly started watering. I mean, who doesn’
t like bacon? Shoving back the covers, I glanced around the room, but I didn’t see my clothes. I’d stripped in the main room so maybe they were still out there. I darted into the bathroom, taking care of more pressing needs and spotted Simon’s shirt. I tugged it over my head. It fell to my knees, covering me completely as I padded out following the scent of food. And coffee. Simon was definitely a keeper. Wait? Was I even allowed not to keep him? Not that I was thinking I didn’t want to. I mean, hello! Multiple orgasms! Did I mention he was a keeper?

  “Good morning,” Simon said as I entered the kitchen. He immediately pulled me against him and took my mouth with his. I was unsteady on my feet when he let me go and didn’t say anything as he led me to the table and held out a chair for me to be seated.

  “Do I have to keep you?” The words were out of my mouth before my brain had re-engaged. His lips twitched, and I knew he was fighting a laugh.

  “Yes.”

  I groaned. “I didn’t mean it that way.”

  “Doesn’t matter. However, you meant it, the answer is yes. You do have to keep me. For better or worse, we’re a team for the rest of our lives.”

  “No divorce, huh? Or well, I guess we’re not married. I mean, no proposal. Oh, God, tell me to shut up.”

  Instead, he laughed aloud this time. “Definitely no divorce. And I do plan for us to get married. We shifters have our own ceremony, but I’m not opposed to a human ceremony, as well.” Simon turned back to the stove, plating bacon then pouring a cup of coffee. “How do you take your coffee?”

  “In an IV?” I quipped then wiggled my fingers at him. “Give me!”

  He handed the cup of magic to me, and I inhaled deeply, shutting my eyes as the scent hit me. The first sip was perfection. Strong. Just the way I liked it.

  “Hell, watching you drink coffee has my dick hard,” Simon said with a grunt.

  My eyes flew open, zeroing in on the crotch of his jeans where his erection was beyond noticeable.