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“I’ll be honest, I want to drop to my knees an eat you until you don’t know your own name, but my cock is begging to be buried inside of you,” I grind out the words and Fleur giggles.

I reach for my pants and make quick work of freeing my throbbing erection. She gasps and I can’t help but grin. When she runs one of her fingertips over the head and down the side of my shaft, I shudder at the contact.

“I was in such a haze the other night, I didn’t get to fully appreciate you,” she murmurs softly and I’m not sure if she’s talking to me or my cock. I’m good either way, honestly.

I step forward, forcing her legs to spread and make room for me. As I rub the head of my dick up and down her wet slit, I wait until Fleur looks up and meets my gaze again. The moment she does, I slam deep inside of her in one stroke.

She arches her back and her fingernails dig into my shoulders, the bite of it turning me on even with my shirt on. Her fingers fumble a little as she unbuttons my shirt and pushes it back over my shoulders. I was just getting home when Rocco texted us and I hadn’t been able to change into something more comfortable.

I wasn’t going to take the time then and I don’t regret it. I’ll always come running when our woman needs me. Fucking always.

With the shirt gone, Fleur grips my shoulders and I moan as her nails dig in again. I start to pull out and then fill her with my cock, my movements slow and controlled. At first.

As her pussy starts to ripple around me, my control snaps and I’m fucking her hard and fast before I even realize it. Every time I surge forward, I pull her to me, making me hit the end of her channel with more force.

“Tesoro,” my voice sounds strained, “your pussy is fucking perfection.” Her blue eyes, filled with lust, look up at me. “Hot. Tight. Fucking wet.”

The sound of just how wet she is and our skin slapping together rises as I move faster. She tries to meet my movements, but I hold her in place and don’t allow it. If she were moving with me, this would be ending far too quickly.

I don’t want that.

I want it to last forever.

The way my spine tingles and my balls draw up tells me how close I am. I kiss her hard. It’s wet and hot, full of teeth and primal grunts.

I might not be able to make this last forever, but I know I’ll be able to bury myself inside her whenever I want. Because I’m never letting her go.

“You’re ours,” I growl, and she nods before she buries her face in the crook of my neck and uses me to muffle the sound of her scream.

Feeling her come, her pussy squeezing me and begging me for my cum, is too much for me to take. I fall over the edge with her, my vision going hazy for a moment with how good it feels and how hard I come. Air is sawing in and out of my lungs as I begin to float back down, only partially satisfied.

I kiss the side of her head and whisper, “Don’t think I’ll ever get enough of you, Fleur.”

She shudders and tightens her arms around me. “The feeling is completely mutual,” she whispers, her breath tickling over my skin.

We stand there, our breathing coming back to normal and our hearts beating in synch. When I finally pull out of her and step back, we both make noises of distress at the loss of contact. I kiss her forehead, something I have never done to a woman I’ve just fucked.

I scoop her up in my arms, my voice soft, “Come on. Let’s get cleaned up and get in bed. Even if they’re still asleep, I’m sure my brothers are looking for you.”

She looks up at me with an emotion in her eyes I can’t identify. I know it makes my chest feel tight and warm at the same time. Her lips quirk up into a smile, and I peck her lips, wanting to capture that smile for myself.

It’s only once she’s back in bed and my brothers reach for her while I find room for myself with my head on her belly do I realize the look I saw in her eyes was love. I’ve never been in love before. I never wanted that kind of closeness.

I always ran away from women when they started to think whatever was between us was going toward love as fear filled me. I’m not afraid of Fleur loving me. I’m looking forward to it.

I’m looking forward to telling her I feel the same fucking way.

That’s the last thought I have before my eyes close, and I drift off to sleep knowing our woman is safe between us and we’ll stand in the way of anyone who wants to do her harm or think they can take her from us.

CHAPTER 11

FLEUR

I’m being suffocated by alpha male energy. I want to hate it. I want to be the woman who is screaming and stomping her foot while telling all the men surrounding me to leave me alone.

It’s not exactly the first time I’ve been around a group of men who think they all know what is best for me and don’t have a problem telling me their thoughts. Hell, I grew up around men like that my entire life. I hated it then.

The thing is, and I would never admit this out loud, when it comes to Gio, Leo, and Rocco and all their male energy…I like it. Actually, that’s not true. I fucking love it.

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