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I have no idea why that tickles me so much, but it really does. I love knowing that I affect him as deeply as he does me.

My fingers slide around his shoulder as my body jolts and trembles through my orgasm.

“It feels even more monumental when we’re able to finish at the same time,” he growls.

I’m just starting to come back to reality when his cock swells and jumps inside me.

His muscles bulge as his head falls back against the shower wall. “Fuck, that’s intense. Every. Single. Time.” He’s still coming, if his jolting shaft is any indication.

I get my shit together, bouncing on my knees. When he’s so deep it feels like he’s rearranging my insides, I start to grind, swiveling my hips and milking his cock.

Ranger’s chest heaves as his eyes pop open. “I enjoyed that very much.” He releases my hair to wrap his arm around my lower back.

I hold on for dear life as he stands, flips the shower off, and walks out the glass cutout. He doesn’t stop until he reaches the bathroom counter. The mirror is slightly foggy, but it’s such a spacious room that it’s not completely hazy.

He supports my ass but pulls my leg from his backside before swapping arms and doing the same.

He lifts me off his cock and groans when he catches sight of his slick shaft. “Are your legs wobbly?”

If any other man asked me that, I’d think he was being conceited.

“No, I’ll manage,” I assure him, excited for whatever comes next.

He places me on my feet, spinning me around and sliding his hands down my arms. I catch sight of him curled around me in the mirror and bite my lip. It’s the combination of that strong, stubbled jaw and those impeccable cheekbones that make my brain a little melty.

“I’d like it if you would keep them here.” He pats my hands before moving to cup my tits. His thumbs flick over my nipples, then he pulls my hips back and runs his palms over my ass. “A few years ago, a friend told me a story about his grandparents.”

I frown, exceptionally confused about what’s happening, but he cradles my stomach with one hand while guiding his crown to my opening with the other.

“I dismissed his ranting as delusion,” he growls, slamming deep. My head falls forward as I rise on my tiptoes to try to escape the ridiculous ache. Ranger stills his thrusts, moving the hand on my stomach down to work my clit. “At least, until I met you. When I did, I knew what he was saying was true. You smell electric to me—which isn’t even a scent I knew existed until I smelled you.” He groans, tugging his cock out until only the tip stays inside me, before viciously thrusting deep all over again. “It may be an old wives’ tale, but that scent is supposedly reserved for soul matches. Logically, that would be one step above a scent match, and I found you.”

My fingers dig into the counter as I tilt my head to watch his face in the mirror. “You smell like that to me too.”

“Good,” he growls as his balls slap against my skin. “I’ve spent a lot of years convinced I’d have to put myself down once the mental decay of going feral set in. I thought it would be the right call, but reality has once again taught me that I’m not an honorable man.” He brings his hand from my hip to pull my hair to the side. He catches me watching and smirks. My core leaks slick around his length. He tangles my hair in his fingers and curls around my back, staring at me in the mirror. “I love the way your tits sway and bounce with each different type of rut I give into you.”

My eyes fall shut as I moan, trying to focus on the building pleasure in my core.

“No,” he growls, tugging my hair. “Look at me!” His bark rolls through my body, forcing my eyes open. His head tilts animalistically. “That’s my good girl.”

Holy shit.

Ranger is a quick study.

He pulls out and on the next thrust, his knot wedges inside my entrance. It’s not even fully in place, but he grunts and shoves himself deeper. His pelvis hits my ass, and my neck is still arched from him holding my hair so tightly.

It’s those long arms of his. Without them, I don’t think he’d be able to own me so completely.

My vision gets hazy at the feeling of his knot swelling as it locks us together.

Ranger continues with a few grinding ruts that only amp up the intensity of the moment. Hell, maybe I’m high on his pheromones, but I swear I’ve never felt so blissed out.

“As I was saying,” he growls. “I’m far from righteous, and this is the only warning you’ll get.” His warm breath fans over my neck as he pulls my head farther to the side. “If you decline my bite, I’ll murder every single man who looks in your direction.” His teeth strike my throat several inches from my shoulder.

Pain flickers for an instant before a ridiculously loud moan echoes around the bathroom.

Yep, that was me.

My entire body pulses with warmth, and Ranger’s scent floods the bond.

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