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He lowers his head, suckling my clit into his mouth. I suck in a breath, the heat of his mouth on my skin almost making me forget what it was he said a second ago.

Never done before…

“So… what? This is your first time?”

“Oh, Jeannie… haven’t you figured it out? I’ve waited seventy years for my mate.” He buries his face in my pussy, lapping at my slit before gazing up at me. His eyes are white, his wolf in complete control as he says, “For you.”

Seeing his wolf in his eyes gives me an idea. Even though the Luna has been silent, I’m still Luna-touched. I won’t be able to hold it for long, but I tap into her power, making my usually tanned skin glow just enough that I can see the expression of pure hunger on Tristan’s face.

Hunger and wonder.

I smirk. “Sometimes it helps if you can see what you’re doing, hotshot. I mean, anything worth doing is doing right.”

He grins. “Then I better make sure I do it right.”

And, lowering his head once more, treating my pussy as if it’s his favorite meal, the Beta of the Winter Creek Pack does just that.

CHAPTER 10

GO EAT WORMS

Tristan’s right. The next morning actually does look a little better.

For a couple of reasons, too.

One. Sleeping in his arms after he gave me head was just what I needed to relax enough to face the new day with a more Lorelei-like outlook.

Two. It wasn’t half as awkward as I expected to be, waking up and using the morning light to see that Tristan’s eyes were open, watching me as I slumbered. Somehow we had shifted positions in the night so that, instead of spooning, we were cuddled up together, my boobs pressed against his pecs. His arms are still wrapped around me, cocooning me, while our legs are intertwined. I got a little drool on his upper bicep, too; I notice that when I sheepishly look away from the intent expression on his handsome face. I get the idea that he was memorizing my face or something while I was out, and I only hope to the Luna I wasn’t snoring.

Definitely drooled, though. I try to wipe it away surreptitiously, but Tristan chuckles under his breath.

“Leave it. It adds to your scent on my skin.”

Okay, then.

He doesn’t let me go right away, either. Only when I admit that I have to pee did he release me, and as per our very matter-of-fact discussion from the night before, I headed for the corner of the cave that’s our designated bathroom.

Yeah. Because matter-of-fact it might’ve been, but despite being shifters used to marking our territory by pissing outside, it’s a little different when we’re enclosed in a very small cave with very delicate sniffers.

Me? I was prepared to give myself a bladder infection before I used the corner first. As though he could tell, Tristan christened it instead. Urine is pungent. Male wolf urine is rancid. And yet… I know I’m already in over my head when I don’t really mind it because it’s Tristan’s.

It’s a shifter thing. A full human wouldn’t understand—and a full human female might forget about the blood ward and go screaming out of the cave when Tristan boldly admits that this isn’t the first time he’s left his bodily fluids in the cave.

“But it wasn’t piss,” he teased, joining me back by the other side of the cave. When I didn’t seem to get the gist of what he was referring to right away, he trailed one hand down my thigh. “I had a beautiful mate I couldn’t touch. If I got randy in the pack house, everyone would’ve known. Instead, I’d come down to the waterfall, head inside the cave, and… you know. Get some relief while thinking about my female.”

He sounds so earnest, I want to believe it’s true. But if it is…

“Is that what you were doing when you said you were patrolling?”

I meant it as a tease right back—and then Tristan’s chuckle turns husky as he admits, “Maybe about half the time. I still needed to patrol. I had my intended mate to protect.”

I let that one pass. To be fair, I let nearly everyone of his comments about considering me his pass… but at least now I know why the cave had a distinct salty scent…

This is nuts. I went from having the Beta pretend I didn’t exist to hearing him admit that he visited this cave to secretly jack off to thoughts of me. It’s an entirely new experience, seeing this sexual side of the Beta, and I’d be lying if I said it made me uncomfortable.

I had this male’s face in my pussy last night. How can anything make me uncomfortable after that?

Not uncomfortable… but maybe suspicious.

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