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He allowed her to have control, or at least the illusion of it, and it set her on fire. She needed to be closer to him, needed to take more of him, taste more, take him deeper. Her thighs grew slick, and she’d never felt more empty. It didn’t matter that she needed to be filled. She kept working him until she could feel how tightly he was wound. The tension in his body finally cracked wide open.

He didn’t try to push her away. He sensed how hard she was working to make him come and how badly she needed that release exactly the way they were. She was half afraid she was going to choke when he started driving deeper into her mouth, his hips flexing convulsively as he got closer and closer, but he always pulled back before he surged forward.

When he finally came, he cut off the roar even though she was certain no one else was near. Her own heart was going wild, every beat echoed between her legs. She was probably leaking all over the blanket, all over his thighs below her. He burst in her mouth, coating her tongue. There was so much that she had to start swallowing. He was good. So good. Like salt and surrender and peace.

When he was done, he stilled beneath her, and she realized that his hands were tangled in her hair. She moved away a fraction so she could breathe, resting her forehead against his thigh, dragging air into her lungs. It was crisp and cold and felt so good. She hadn’t realized how little she’d taken in for a long while.

He was still hard. Thank fuck, because she was still so empty. Her core clenched around nothing. She waited, hardly breathing now that her lungs were replenished, waiting for his command. When he gave it at last, she let out a sigh of relief. He was going to fill her. He was going to make it hurt and ache and burn. He was going to push her to the limit of what she could take and then some. He’d make the emptiness go away.

“On your hands and knees, Prairie Rose. Face the side of the cave so I have room behind you.”

She moved quickly, knowing that he watched every single motion.

“Face down. Ass in the air. Legs apart. I want to see how wet you are for me. Want a full view of that beautiful pussy.”

She followed every instruction, knowing how much seeing her offer herself to him turned him on, made her even wetter. It barely even made her flame with embarrassment any longer. She pushed her cheek into the soft blanket, turning her face so she could still breathe as she felt his hands caressing her ass then his fingers graze over her slit.

Chapter 21

Agnar

The sight of Prairie Rose’s sweet round ass nearly made him blow his load for the second time in a few minutes. His balls were heavy, and his cock was a weapon standing out in front of him, leaking from the tip. He ached to thrust inside his mate, to fill her and fuck her hard and fast and raw, until her tight little cunt was clenching all around him, milking him.

“Put your arms behind your back. I want you to clasp your hands together.”

She hesitated and he grinned ferally, knowing how hard it would be for her to comply. Her ass had to go up further in the air and she had to press her cheek harder against the blanket and rely on balance alone to keep her upright.

She got her hands twisted behind her and then laced her fingers. She had to spread her legs just a little bit further apart, which gave him a full, lovely view of her drenched folds and wet thighs.

He loved to see her like this, open and ready for him. Prairie Rose was teaching him about sweetness, about tenderness and about love. But she made love like he did, with a ferociousness that knew no bounds. His hands stroked her ass cheek and then suddenly he slapped her.

She gasped and then moaned.

Agnar chuckled to himself, it was dark in the cave, but he knew he’d leave a handprint. Before the sting wore off, he ran his finger around her asshole, teasing her. They’d explored each other’s bodies and he thought he’d never tire of learning about his mate.

She parted her legs even wider, almost taunting him with the sight, “Your cunt is greedy today,” he said as he leaned over and licked her slowly. She squirmed and before she had a chance to say anything he brought his hand down again.

“Oh fuck,” Prairie Rose gasped.

“That is the plan,” he said, his voice rough with lust. “But first I want to give you a little reminder. When you shift later and run through the woods with the pack your ass will burn, and you’ll think of me every step.”

“I already think about you with every step I take.”

He knew now that it was his heart that lurched. He knew what that slightly sick sensation was in his gut. It hit hard and felt like the pain of frozen skin plunged into red-hot water. It felt like he was exposing his insides, wearing them on his outside. Only for her. Only for his mate. He could allow the feeling, only because it was right that he should feel possessive of her. He should want her to give her the sweetest, most intimate and intricate parts of herself. It was right for mates to know each other beyond just their bodies.

He could allow happiness. It was no longer a sin. He was no longer in Arizona. He was done with that. The last door closed on that part of his life when he’d taken an oath to a new alpha. The ones they’d lost would stay with them. It was good to remember. It was good to hurt. But it was also good to heal, to acknowledge that his story was far from written, and to even find a sort of contentment.

She twisted around, wriggling so she could turn her face and look back at him. “You’re beautiful, do you know that? The light coming in from the cave… it’s just enough to frame you. You’re the most beautiful man I’ve ever seen.”

He shook his head in amazement that she could find beauty in the wreck of his body. He caressed her ass again, then brought his hand back down suddenly. It was gentle, but she screamed, unprepared. He leaned forward and drove his tongue between her folds, tasting her nectar as she ground her clit against his beard. Then sitting back on his heels when he felt her breathing quicken, he said, “That is the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.”

She somehow kept her fingers locked together even though she was on the verge of coming apart. She was stronger than she looked. He knew that now. When they’d first met, he’d underestimated her completely, mistaking her kindness as a weakness. But now he realized she was as much of a warrior as he was, except her strength was on the inside.

“Agnar,” she moaned, her pussy was so wet she was dripping, fresh, round, delicious beads of moisture. They were going to be wasted on the blanket, and he couldn’t have that. He swiped his hand between her legs, coating his fingers in her juices, then brought them to his mouth.

He sucked his fingers clean, humming as the sharp tang of her blossomed in his mouth. The scent of her arousal sharpened in the small cave. There was no doubt about how much she wanted him. He could practically hear the thunderous pounding of her heart.

He grasped her hips and turned her around.

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