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The bra hadn’t even hit the floor before he pounced. He flattened her onto the mattress, their legs dangling off the side as his mouth captured hers, their naked chests pressed together. The skin-on-skin contact felt heavenly and eased some of her burning need. If a simple touch relaxed her body, what would it be like when he was inside her?

Moving to his side, he palmed her breast. His gaze locked on hers when he told her how beautiful she was.

Flushing, Alyssa wasn’t sure how to describe her feelings for him. He was gorgeous. None of the men she’d been with had even a tenth of the raw sexuality that he did. His body, the way he carried himself, was so confident. Rather than butcher her thoughts with words, she reached out and stroked his cock through the briefs stretched thinly across his shaft.

His lids lowered, but still, he watched her, his gaze shifting from her face to her chest as he pinched one nipple between his fingers.

She gasped, her hand going still.

“Fuck, you’re hot,” he whispered before his head descended and captured that nipple in his mouth.

Arching into his warm heat, she clawed at the bed with one hand and gripped him harder with the other. “Too many clothes.”

With a pop, he released her nipple. “I agree. You’re wearing too many clothes.”

She giggled. “I meant you.”

He shoved his jeans down his legs and kicked them off in one swift move. Then he set about getting her out of her pants. He rolled the leggings down her thighs, knees, and calves, taking with them her soaked panties. The absence of material left her cold in the chilly apartment, but Alyssa knew she’d be on fire soon.

“Crawl into the middle of the bed.”

On her hands and knees, Alyssa complied, but she didn’t have time to turn and settle before Drew pulled her ass toward him. His bare chest came into contact with her back as he brushed her hair away from her shoulder. His lips kissed the tender spot where her neck met her shoulder, and instinctively she pushed back toward him, spreading her legs slightly.

Drew took the hint and cupped her mound. She hissed at the contact and rocked shamelessly against him. “Please.”

He inserted one long, thick finger into her passage and pumped in and out as she rode his hand. Groaning, Alyssa couldn’t stop the noises she uttered or the motions her body brazenly made. She wanted the sensations to last longer, but she was so primed, so ready for this man that in minutes, she was teetering on the edge of an orgasm. He pushed two fingers inside her. The lips on her skin opened, and he sucked as he fingered her, pushing her into a blissful release.

Her arms shook as her body erupted with pleasure, every cell lighting up, as she repeatedly whimpered, “Oh God, oh God.”

As her body calmed, she felt him line his erection up at her entrance, gliding his hard cock through her wetness. His teeth grazed her shoulder, and he stiffened.

“This is going to be harder than I thought.”

“What is?” Again, she was confused. She could feel how much he wanted her. She could scent it in the air.

“Not imprinting on you.” His body was tense. “My wolf wants to claim you as mine.”

Unsure how to respond, Alyssa was about to look over her shoulder when he suddenly flipped her over.

He brushed her hair out of her face. “This is better.”

Looking up into his hardened face, she wondered out loud. “Should I be worried?”

“No.” He settled his big body between her spread legs and angled his cock toward her opening. “I made you a promise. I’m going to make you feel so good.”

Reaching up, she cupped his stubble-covered jaw. “You already have.” It was more than just the afterglow of her recent orgasm that caused her to feel so good. Soon she’d have answers and maybe even a permanent home. “Let me make you feel good, too.”

“You already have. More than you know.”

Tender words for a tender moment. But she wanted the man who’d grasped her chin so firmly and tossed her about the bed as though he had every right to do so. She rubbed herself against him until it seemed he couldn’t take it anymore.

His mouth sought hers, and soon he was stretching her, filling her up as he slowly pushed inside her passage.

Moaning, they moved together on the bed, tongues twirling, bodies writhing, arching, thrusting. She felt alive, just as she had when she’d painted the Blood Moon. Hope blossomed in her chest, along with other feelings she didn’t want to examine too closely. Inside, her wolf brushed against her, happy, as she’d never felt before.

Home.

Mate.

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