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There is no question in his tone. No permission.

He starts moving slowly at first. His thrusts are powerful but erratic. Ares suddenly places his hands on my hips and flips me over. He looks magnificent hovering over me.

I can’t stop watching the movement of his hips. The way he reacts and the expression on his face every time he sinks into me. The longer I watch, the more enthralled I become.

Ares places his hands over my breasts, holding them tight and fiddling with my hard nipples as he slams into me.

He rises up on his knees, keeping his tip lodged in me, and his fingers dig hard into my hips as he sweeps his gaze over the place where we are joined.

I look down too, and it gives me some kind of strange delight to see my slickness smeared across his thighs and hips, glistening.

“Yeah,” Ares says to himself. “That’s it. All mine.”

He slides back inside me again, this time laying his whole body over mine. Our naked chests press tightly together, sweaty and slick, our wet thighs sliding easily past each other, and he wraps his arms tight around me.

His face is in my neck, my chin tucked in his shoulder, and all of his weight on me. It doesn’t feel heavy at all, or at least it feels like the right kind of heavy, especially when he begins grinding in and out of me with short, rolling thrusts.

And that’s when the deep, deep itch finally flares into true pleasure. I feel the drag of his large helmet against my sensitive front wall, the friction at my clit from the base of his cock, the biological urge to be stretched and filled—all of it winding my body like a clock, whirring tighter and tighter.

“I’m going to mark you,” Ares says in my ear, his tone firm.

“Do you accept me as your mate, Cassie” Ares asks, his gaze searching my face.

I nod. “Yes, I do.”

A look of relief flashes across his face.Like I would dare reject him.Both my wolf and I are insanely attracted to this man.

I am in no place to disagree right now. All I can feel is the hard male body above me, all I can think about is the hard maleness inside me, and there is no room between our sweaty, eager bodies for external thoughts.

In this moment, it is only Ares, and he presses down even harder against my clit and sinks his teeth into neck, marking me and permanently making me his.

I dig my fingernails into his back and hold on for dear life as my body finally winds itself so tight that it breaks apart.

“Ares!” I chant. “Ares, Ares!” as my pussy clutches at him, pulsing in tight, hot, painful waves. The thick length inside of me makes all the difference, shifting the focus of my pleasure to deep inside my core, and I find myself bucking against him instinctively, trying to drive him deeper into the seizing, clenching heart of my orgasm.

And all the while, he is muttering into my neck, words I can’t catch but that sound raw and urgent. At the same time that he catches my lips in a scorching kiss, he drives himself deeper than ever before and he holds himself there, grunting into my mouth as he chases his own pleasure deep inside me, knotting me.

I scream at the sudden intrusion. I’ve felt it before, but Ares is bigger than Jeremiah. And he is also my perfect match. My body sings with pleasure… melding with him and taking his knot, milking the hot, bulbous growth that pulses with the essence of him.

The orgasm hits us like a train. It goes on and on, for both of us, his release so strong that I can feel the throb of his knot and length pumping as he fills me up, his bare, hard flesh buried deep into my soft, wet heat.

Ares lingers even after it’s over, dropping kisses on my forehead and cheeks and lips as my body gradually stops quivering, kisses that are as tender as his fucking was rough.

“Now,thatwas bloody amazing,” Eric mutters from across the room.

That is the last thing I remember. After that, I became a mindless beast again, simply taking my men over and over until my body gives in to exhaustion.

Chapter Twenty-Three

Ares

I run my hand down her body. She moans and arches her hips up. Her puffy lips call to me, so I kiss her passionately. She whimpers in my mouth and pushes closer to me.

“Oh, Cassie! You are so sweet!” I whisper and let myself go.

I grab onto her hair and bring her closer to me. I kiss her neck passionately as I keep fucking her hard and fast like a depraved man. I feel my climax coming, so I extract my canines and bite into her neck, marking her as mine.

She screams in both pleasure and pain as my knot holds on firmly to her pussy, and I come inside her.

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