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A shaky moan escapes his lips as he parts my dripping-wet folds.

In this moment, I know I should stop him if I don’t want things to go any further. There’s a part of me that knows it’s irresponsible and reckless to sleep with a man I just met, but I’ve never wanted anything as much as I want Garrett.

Then he slips a finger inside me, and my mind goes blank.

“Mmm. So tight,” he moans against my neck.

I dig my fingers into his shoulders as Garrett pumps in and out of me. I start to move in rhythm with his thrusts, desperate for more friction.

His thumb works its way along my seam, and I gasp when he finds my throbbing nub.

He starts to work it in slow, torturous circles, and I bite down on my lip to stifle a moan. Then he eases another finger into my channel, and something inside him seems to snap.

His movements become faster — more frantic. I can feel his hot breath against my neck. His rich sandalwood-and-citrus scent overwhelms me.

As he works those long skillful fingers, the pressure inside me starts to build. Suddenly, I don’t care that we’re in some strange dark hallway or that my dress is scrunched up around my hips. I ride Garrett’s hand with abandon, taking every inch he’ll give me.

I find his hot, wet mouth in the darkness, and I’m lost in our clash of teeth and tongues as the waves of pleasure engulf me.

Gripping the back of Garrett’s neck for dear life, I come apart all over his hand. My pussy throbs as an achy warmth seeps through me, but I find it just makes me hungry for more.

“So sexy,” Garrett rumbles. “I need to taste you. Now.”

Chapter Four

Garrett

I’m not thinking clearly as I lead Ava up the stairs to my room. The sweet scent of her arousal fills my nostrils, and it’s making me drunk with desire.

Running into her at the club was a gift, and I’m going to make tonight count.

Ava is mine, and seeing her in that sexy red dress surrounded by all those other males awoke my restless wolf. He wants me to mark her and claim her as my mate, which is just crazy.

I’m Garrett Von Fucking Horton. I don’t do relationships. I certainly never planned on mating.

And yet, here she is. Listening to the sounds Ava made as she came all over my hand is enough to make me want to sink my fangs into her flesh and give her my mark for life. I should drive her home and stay away until I’ve come to my fucking senses, but my wolf won’t let her go.

Bursting into my bedroom, I have to resist the urge to throw her down on top of the covers and rip off her clothes like an animal. My cock has been rock-hard since we shared a dance at the club, and it’s digging painfully into my fly.

I need to taste my angel’s sweetness and sink my erection into her soft little cunt. I need to claim every inch of her gorgeous body, but I don’t want to scare her away.

I watch patiently as Ava takes in every detail of my giant king bed — the minimalist dark-wood headboard, the light-gray duvet, the plush pillows. The drab accouterments were carefully selected by our in-house designer. They aren’t really me, but I suppose the effect is pleasing.

Then her gaze settles on the one thing in here I actually like — an original oil painting of the seaside. The water is a placid silvery-blue, and the sky is a deep tumultuous gray. The calm before the storm.

Once she’s taken in my room and decided I’m probably not a serial killer, that smoldering look returns to her eyes, and I can’t hold back any longer.

We spring together like two magnets, my hands getting lost in her long dark hair. I lay her down on my bed, dragging her dress up around her waist. She’s got on a pair of black lace panties, and that little detail nearly makes me lose it in my pants like a teenager.

Everything from the way she kisses to the shy way she undid my shirt in the back of the car tells me that my sweet Ava doesn’t have much experience with men, but the sexy black panties say that my mate has a naughty side.

I rip the fabric in my haste to get them off her and stare down at her delectable pussy. She’s got a neat line of dark hair trailing down her center, and her blushing pink folds are dripping with need.

Ava’s whole body flushes under my gaze, and for the first time, it hits me.

Ava is a virgin.

That’s why her kisses seemed so tentative at first — why her pussy was like a vise around my fingers. My angel has never been with another man.

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