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I shook my head again, lifting my torso so I could kiss him.

He pulled me up against his body as he sat back on his heels, placing my pussy on his already hard again dick. My eyes widened, surprised that he could be ready to go again.

“Good,” he rumbled out, his hand wrapping around my neck and his thumb stroking it. “Because we’re just getting started.”

I smiled and kissed him, sinking myself down onto his cock so we could start round two.

CHAPTER 39

WESLEY

Waking up a second morning with Haven in my arms was the best feeling in the world. Actually, make that the second-best feeling in the world. Because the first best was the feel of my naked body curled around her naked body, snuggled deep into my comfy mattress together.

I had never been one for cuddling with females when they’d stay the night. But then again, none of them had been Haven. It seemed everything I thought I knew about myself was wrong. Having her back in my life was like waking up, like realizing I had been dead without her.

I lifted my head to kiss her shoulder, my lips drawing a line back and forth across her bare flesh. My hands roamed her smooth skin, skimming her hips and thighs with one while the other that was wrapped underneath her body squeezed her small breast, pinching her nipple between my fingers so it peeked out at me as I gazed down at her.

Memories of the previous night flooded my mind as I continued my morning exploration of her responsive little body. I had not expected her to keep up with my stamina, but she was just as insatiable as me. After I’d taken her again on the bed, letting her ride me to our orgasms, we moved to the bathroom, where we didn’t even make it into the shower before I was entering her pussy from behind, her hands bracing herself on the vanity.

Then I took her again in the shower, holding her in my arms with her back pressed against the tile wall, her cries and shouts of my name echoing around us and driving me to take her even harder.

I’d tried so hard to hold myself back from her at the beach, thinking she wouldn’t be able to handle the way I wanted to have her, thinking my lycan would insist on finalizing our claim, but I had been wrong on both counts. She took everything I gave her, even asking me for more, and my lycan, while excited to have her, was content with knowing we needed to wait to mark her as ours.

I buried my nose in the base of her neck, where her hairline met her skin, absorbing her scent that now carried a hint of mine. I wanted it to be mixed completely, though. I wanted everyone to know she was mine.

My fingers dipped between her thighs, and I groaned as I found her soaking wet still, and felt how swollen her clit was. She was more ravenous than any she-wolf I’d been with, and I was all about it.

I removed my fingers, and in her half-asleep state, her hips moved, following my hand, seeking my touch, a needy moan leaving her mouth.

“What’s wrong?” I teased, my hand splaying across her belly and holding her still.

“You’re teasing me,” she whined, squirming against me.

“How so?”

“Touching me. Kissing me. Breathing on me.”

“But I love seeing you like this,” I muttered.

“Like what?”

“Naked. Needy. Ready for me.”

I slid my hand down her body, cupping her pussy and slipping two fingers inside her, her hips bucking at the sudden penetration. “So wet and ready for me, even after getting fucked all night long.”

She pushed her ass into my groin, and I moved my fingers away from her again, bringing them up to her mouth. She opened without question or prompting, taking both of them in and tasting herself on my fingers. My dick twitched at the sight and the feel of her tongue swirling around my fingers like when she licked the whipped cream off my fingers the night of our first date.

She rolled her body over to face me and tried to fling her leg over my hip, but I had other plans. I scooted down her body, holding her leg and kissing a path down to my destination.

“Fuck, you’re so pretty,” I said when I reached her pussy.

I gave it a barely there kiss, my eyes looking up towards her face, watching as her hands found her breasts just like when I went down on her at the beach. But unlike at the beach, her breasts were on full display for me.

Goddess, she was so fucking perfect. I loved how she was with me, how she came out of her shell and let me love her and took what she needed from me.

“That’s it, Sugar Plum,” I encouraged, licking a line up her slit and making her moan. “Tell me how good I make you feel.”

“So fucking good,” she groaned, her hips moving against my mouth as I sucked and licked and kissed her like the greedy man I was.

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