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My heart soared as he stared at me with such desire and excitement. I wasn’t a bombshell by any means, and the idea that he still wanted me, still thought I was attractive, felt very, very good. And when the next wave of my heat hit, it just amplified how badly I wanted Jet, making my pussy weep for him.

Still, my brain wasn’t quieting down. The swirl of self-loathing and lust made my head spin, and I needed to hear it again. I needed to hear him say he wanted this.

“Are you still sure? A wolfless, scrawny, bruised nobody? That’s who you want as a mate?”

“Yes, sweetness,” Jet whispered, his lips dancing across my pulse point and working their way down to my collarbones. “I want you. You are mine, and I am yours. Mated.”

His fingers came to the edge of the sheet, where I clutched it to my breasts. This was it. He’d see me—naked. My free hand went to his face, holding him until he looked up at me.

“What, baby?”

An embarrassed smile made me chew my lip. “Would you…can I see you…first?”

He chuckled low, the sound easy and charming. Then his hands went to his boxers.

“Of course.”

Jet struggled with them for a moment, having to basically stand up and then come back down before he tossed the boxers to the floor. My mouth fell open. I couldn’t stop myself. He was…huge. I knew I’d done this before with him, even for just a few moments, but I was shocked that he even fit.

The straining erection was a beauty, and I scanned my eyes up his chiseled form. Jet smirked at me, his hands coming to my face to kiss me again. That taste of him, the way his kiss made it so incredibly clear how much he wanted me, eased the nervous tension firing up my spine.

I ducked down, looking at the sheet. “You’re so gorgeous, Jet. I…okay.”

“You don’t have to rush yourself. I’m not going to—”

Dropping the sheet, I let the fabric fall in a graceful tumble to the bed, spilling around my thighs as I knelt before Jet. There was dead silence for a moment, and I worried my heart would pound itself right out of my chest.

“You have to say something. I’m…”

My words died off, but then an especially low rumble swam up from deep within Jet’s chest. I could feel it cut across the air, that heated jolt of energy zipping through our mate bond flaring brighter. I nearly passed out from the splendor of it.

“Gods damn, Omega. You’re…” Jet’s fingers came to my neck, dragging down until he gently stroked past my hardened nipple, his touch feather-light. “Exquisite. My sweet Senna, you make my entire being burn with need.”

Greater heat flared in my cheeks, but all I could do was smile. Jet was beyond beautiful—otherworldly and raw and masculine—and the fact that he wanted me, just as I was, poured gold into my cracks. It sealed me up, made me better, stronger.

I dipped my head down, nuzzling into his neck before working my kisses up his flesh to whisper in his ear.

“You are the first person I’ve even been with, Jet. I’ve never been touched aside from you. I’ve never been claimed, never mated, never even fooled around with another wolf.”

Sitting back on my heels again, I met Jet’s eyes, another surge powering through me and making my skin scream out for his touch.

“You’ll be my only partner. First and last to have me.”

Jet’s possessive growl rumbled louder, and his eyes darkened. I shivered under the weight of his hungry stare, and then he was at my neck, playfully nipping. His hands slide past my sides, yanking me closer to him. Our bare flesh connected, and I felt more of that mate bond snap into place.

It was happening. This was happening, and Gods above did I need it more than I needed anything before.

Chapter 12 - Jet

My heart swelled. Nothing beyond the room mattered. Hell, it didn’t even exist. I pressed Senna tighter against my chest, my erection aching as the feel of her skin on mine took over my brain. If anyone even looks at her wrong…

“Mine, Senna. You will be my first and only mate. I swear to you. I will protect you. I will keep you by my side. I will never let you feel alone or unwanted again.”

Smoothing kisses down the column of her throat, I nipped gently at Senna’s skin. Licking down her flesh, I took her breast in my hand, finding the bud of her nipple and pinching. She melted against me, moaning low, and my spirit soared. I felt whole, put together after years of being broken.

I needed her in my very soul, just as my wolf needed her. I had to feel every inch of my mate and worship her for hours and hours.

Ours were hot, feverish touches. I couldn’t get enough of her. I dripped with desire, and I rocked my hips against Senna’s, covering her in my scent. The flare of rose and almond bloomed stronger as her heat surged, and I could sense her acknowledgment of how I imprinted her with my smell.

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