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didn’t take me then. I could feel the cool air against my poor unattended-to wet pussy. I wiggled my hips waiting for a wonderful frisking.
    Instead of his hands, it was his tongue that finally stilled my frantic movements. He took a long lick from one end of my aching core to the other. My hips rose up to keep his tongue on me for just a little longer.
    “You taste so good.” While he talked, his hands discovered every wet inch of me. He pulled back my fleshy hood and began a horribly gentle tap.
    How the man could go so slowly was beyond me. I wanted him to slam me. Fuck me. Do anything.
    “Think maybe you could fuck me with that tongue instead of wagging it?”
    His hand connected with my ass in the loudest slap I have ever heard. Or maybe the volume was just the lust buzzing in my ears. The heat from his hand hitting my skin sent the warmth swarming around my body before it sunk into my core. My ears weren’t the only thing buzzing at that point. He did it again, and my pussy began to ache. I needed more.
    “I will take my mate as I see fit. I want you to remember this for eternity.”
    His head bowed and he began to assault me with his tongue again. He licked my clit, my pussy, my ass. Wherever his mouth vacated, his hands covered the absence. I thrashed beneath him, but a press of forearm held me pinned against the tattered wallpaper. The dust from the plaster abraded my skin.
    The sensations from his hands, his arms. The fabric of the couch rubbing on my belly. The feeling of being held in place. His hot skin—it all aligned, and I shattered. The orgasm washed over me, and I screamed.
    This . I wanted this. I didn’t have to be in complete control here. Jake’s hands held me up. The pressure on my clit held steady, and that sweet bundle of nerves throbbed against his thumb. He lapped at my fluttering pussy, and before I had a chance to come back down, he gave me what I really wanted. His cock slammed home.
    The release I had given over to was nothing compared to what started building then. Harder. Harder . His rhythm was perfect, and he expanded with each plunge. Each thrust from him had my temperature skyrocketing. I was burning from the inside out, but I only wanted more.
    The ancient air conditioner whirred in the distance, but couldn’t begin to combat the fire inside me. Sweat formed along my back and brow. My pussy dripped onto the old sofa from my perch. My hands found a hold on the backrest of the couch. The only thing I could move was my head. I flipped back the hair that was beginning to stick to my face.
    Taking advantage, taking more control, Jake wrapped his fist around the strands and pulled. My back arched at the tug, the heavenly pain. I don’t know how, but his voice made it to my brain.
    “You’re mine. And I claim you.” He bit me. The left side of my neck sang as he took blood from me.
    The customary words had always seemed corny, but as his teeth extended and pierced the tender skin, I couldn’t think of anything but how heartbreakingly beautiful they sounded. I felt whole, and as he filled me and took from me at the same time, I felt more connected to him than I had ever realized possible. I was grateful for his punishing hands. He held me up as the climax obliterated my body from my neck down to my pussy. He took my blood. He drank as he thrust, and just as I thought I was regaining ground and coming back to my body, his teeth released me.
    “No. Please. More.”
    “We are not finished.” He pulled my legs in from my perch. My hips ached first from the strain, and then with longing as he slid free. What the hell ? If he wasn’t done, he was going in the wrong direction.
    Then the couch moved beneath me. I heard a crack. Luckily, it wasn’t the exterior walls. He kicked the couch back free from its seat. I started to fall, but he grabbed me.
    He wrapped his arms around me, and then he did something that wasn’t his wolf. He held me. Face to face, his erection pinned between