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My thumb padded over her clit and I lifted my eyes to watch her as she shattered while still keeping my mouth on her entrance, and I was rewarded with the most beautiful sight.

Her hands squeezed her breasts through her shirt, pulling and twisting her nipples, and her body writhed without restraint. She came hard, with my name on her lips and my hands and mouth on her body. I growled against her pussy as her release spilled out, not caring to hold the sound back from her.

I touched and kissed her through each wave of her orgasm, keeping my kisses tender and gentle until I was sure she was finished.

I crawled back up her body as she caught her breath, hovering over her again and soaking in the relaxed, pleased expression on her features. I lowered my mouth to hers and gave her a sweet kiss, keeping it light and tender and not deepening it. Then I rolled onto my side, pulling her little body into mine and wrapping her up tight in my arms, my nose burying into the top of her hair as I inhaled her scent that was beginning to mix with mine.

She nuzzled into my chest, her arms wrapping around me, too, and hugging me as tight as she could. She was out in minutes, and I knew I would follow her soon.

I was hard as steel in my boxers, but unlike my previous encounters with other females, I didn’t care about getting mine too. All that mattered was her and her pleasure and that I had been the one to give that to her, to make her fall apart. It had been my name falling from her lips as she came, and it would be my name for the rest of our days.

Because she was mine.

My lycan agreed, nodding his head dazedly in my mind as I drifted off to sleep.

CHAPTER 37

WESLEY

Soft fingertips tracing along my chest and left arm pulled me from my deep, restful slumber. I blinked the sleep from my eyes and found the tent filled with a soft gray light.

My little ballerina lay next to me, still safe and comfortable in the circle of my arms, and I pulled her in closer to me. Her body melted into mine, relaxing against every inch of me, her subtle curves a perfect fit with my muscles and strength.

“What time is it?” I grumbled, my voice scratchy and my lips brushing against Haven’s forehead.

She somehow moved her body even closer to mine, seeking either my warmth or comfort or my scent, or maybe all three, so I curled myself even more around her, tucking the sleeping bag up higher so she wouldn’t get cold.

“I don’t know,” she replied, her voice raspy too. “My phone died.”

“Hmm,” I grunted, then peeked out of one eye to look for the bag of our stuff. “We’ll charge it on our way home,” I added as I reached for the bag and pulled it closer to us, then rummaged around in it for my watch.

“Sugar Plum, it’s not even 5:00 a.m.,” I groaned, tossing my watch back into the bag and snuggling back down into the pillow with my arms back around her and my eyes closed. “Go back to sleep.”

“I was trying to,” she mumbled, pressing her cheek into my chest.

“By tickling my bicep?” I asked, my lips twitching into a half smile.

She chuckled, and then her lips kissed my bicep where her fingers had been tracing when I woke up.

“I was looking at your tattoo,” she whispered as she settled back into my chest.

“Mmm,” I hummed, my hands rubbing her back. “The one of the lake?”

I felt her head nodding, and I smiled fully.

“It’s beautiful,” she muttered, her voice getting softer. “The trees, the water… it looks just like it did the night we first saw each other.”

I pictured the tattoo in my mind as she spoke, the one I had gotten on my eighteenth birthday, seeing the trees around the lake and the moon on the water, and I realized she was right.

“It does, doesn’t it?” I replied, but her breathing was back to that deep, easy rhythm from the night before, and I knew she had drifted back to sleep.

My hands kept rubbing up and down her back, going lower with each pass, until I reached her tight little ass and realized her lower half was still naked from my bedtime snack the night before.

I groaned and moved my hands back to the middle of her back and left them there. My morning wood was already making itself known, and I didn’t need to add fuel to the fire by crossing that line.

The feel of her body in my arms, the contentment filling me at knowing she was with me and safe and warm, and the way her scent wrapped around me and mixed with mine lulled me back to sleep.

When I woke up again, the sun shone brightly, warming the space inside the tent. I was on my back, with Haven sprawled across my chest, her small body all the way on top of mine.

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