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She truly is perfection.

As the pulses of her orgasm slow, I flip us so I’m above her, her arms pinned in one of my hands, my other hand wrapping around her throat. I drive my hips into her once, then lean forward, tugging her earlobe with my teeth. She makes a sound deep in her throat, one that transforms into a yell as I punch my hips forward again.

I lift my body off hers, and my hand glides from her neck to her breast. I squeeze it from underneath, massaging the soft but firm body part and pinching her nipple between my fingers. Then my hand moves to her hip, molding to the subtle curve of it and bracing myself before I begin to truly fuck her.

Over and over I slam into her, no longer concerned about holding myself back. She takes it all, submitting to my hold on her, not trying to get her hands free to touch me. She embraces my dominance—revels in it—moaning and screaming my name throughout my relentless pounding of her pussy. Thrust for thrust, she matches me, giving as much as she’s taking, those round tits of hers dancing and her pink nipples tightening as I take her pleasure to new heights.

Like yesterday, I’m wonder-struck by her and her ability to take me like this, her need to be manhandled matching my need to manhandle. My release rushes towards me, brought on not only by the feel of her around my cock, but how she looks spread out beneath me, her thighs wide apart to fit my muscular body, her breasts full and bouncing, and her clit pink and swollen, on the verge of another orgasm.

And because it’sher. Cassandra. Sassy, fiery, Cassandra. My daisy.

“Fuck…”

The word drags out into a moan as I release inside her, my cum leaving me in several long pulses of my cock. My thumb digs into her hip bone, and my hand tightens around her wrists, and one final “Nolan!” falls from her lips. She writhes beneath me,sexy and magnificent and like nothing I’ve ever seen as she falls further into euphoria with me, our bodies moving in flawless unison, two instruments reaching the concluding note of their duet.

My throat stretches as one last groan leaves my lips, and then I’m collapsing over her, keeping most of my weight on my elbow as I remove my cock from her exquisite pussy. I let go of her hands, and she immediately cups my cheeks, giving me a soft kiss that is in every way the exact opposite of the rough sex we shared.

For the first time in seven years, I don’t feel the need to go on a morning run to curb my anxiety. I don’t feel the need to stick to my strict routine. And, for the first time ever, as I lay with Cassandra in our postcoital afterglow, keeping her close and safe in my arms as I caress every inch of her delightful body, I feel fulfilled and content.

Chapter 17

CASSANDRA

“Are you sure thisis a good idea?” Nolan asks, his hands shoved into the pockets of his sweatpants, his arms tense. He watches me from the doorway of the guest room as I slip my feet into my sandals, seated on the edge of the bed.

“Yes,” I say, standing and smoothing out my skirt. “I need to practice. You can’t keep me ensconced in your house forever because I got tired one time.”

He adjusts his posture so he fills the entirety of the doorframe. His arms cross, stretching the fabric of his white T-shirt on his biceps and across his broad chest. His features sharpen, and he stares down at me as I approach him, his eyes dark.

“I could,” he says with a low growl. I arch a brow at him. “I wouldn’t,” he adds, a small smile teasing his stern face, “but I could.”

“I will be fine.” His growl deepens, and his eyes narrow on me, his body tensing further with his annoyance and displeasure. I caress his forearm and then glide my hand to his chest, letting it linger right above his heart. “Nolan.”

At the sound of his name on my lips, the soft growl grows to a small roar, and he ensnares me in his arms, tugging me to his chest, using the same gentle possessiveness he’s shown me since our first kiss. His arms are powerful and fierce around my body. His hold on me is tender and caring, while still protective and authoritative. He caresses my cheek with the back of his hand, then grips my chin between his thumb and his fingers, kissing me with a furious passion, making my heart gallop in my chest and causing waves of desire to crash against the edges of my soul.

His fingers dig into my ass, then his massive hands roam my body as we continue our kiss. Tender, capable, loving hands that belong to the male who is lowering his guard and opening himself up to me, who is so much more than the impassive mannequin he pretends to be for the rest of the world. Hands that bring me to unexplored heights of pleasure, that leave exquisite marks on me with their rough, possessive touch.

My thighs clench at the memory of all he’s done to me with those hands. And his mouth. And his…

Nope. I can’t go down that tempting path right now. He has a project deadline to meet—something to do with computer programming that I do not at all understand even after he explained it to me three times—and I am supposed to meet Haven to practice absorbing and manipulating her aura. As much as I’d like to go another round with him, as much as I’d love to get lost in his touch and his dominance, it will have to wait until later, when we both are done with our work for the day.

I tear my lips from his and back away a step so I’m no longer pressed into his body, no longer rocking my hips against his hardening dick, and I catch my breath from the intensity of our kiss. His eyes meet mine, hooded and swirling with desire. His jaw ticks, and his fingers dig harder into my skin, his body tense—all sharp, harsh lines and bulging muscles as he holds back from pouncing on me.

I squeeze around him and head out into the hallway, picking up my purse and my phone and draping it over my shoulder. I reach for the doorknob, but his hand covers it first, his towering body looming over me and trapping me. Swallowing, I tremble with anticipation as he tucks my hair behind my ear, his unyielding hazel gaze scanning my face and lingering on my parted mouth.

“Daisy…” His thumb pads over my bottom lip and traces underneath it. “Promise me you won’t work yourself too hard.”

I nod, my tongue darting out to wet my lips, the tip of it teasing his thumb. He groans, and his grip on me tightens, a warning flashing in his eyes, as if he’s daring me to do it again. “I promise.”

He leans closer to me, hand falling from the doorknob and his head angling over mine, our lips inches apart, his breath fanning my face. My eyes close, and my knees weaken, my face tilting tomeet his, but before I can kiss him, he opens the door and shoves me out, swatting my ass with a playful growl.

“Go,” he says, his voice deep and commanding, twisting my insides and capturing the attention of my lycan. “We will pick up where we left off later.”

He slams the door shut before I can say anything in response, and I scurry across the lawn, a broad, uncontainable smile stretching across my face as I walk to the packhouse. My heart is weightless, my soul content, and my happiness the most genuine it’s been in a while. A light breeze rustles my hair and the skirt on my dress, mimicking the lightness of my spirit. The black butterflies embroidered on the ivory fabric flutter and dance with the swirling of the material, brushing against my legs and shimmering in the early afternoon sun.

I’m almost to the packhouse when my phone pings with a text from Haven, asking me to meet her at their house instead of in Wesley’s office. I change course, winding around the lake and towards the paved pathway that meanders through the trees towards their private residence, secluded within the confines of the dense redwood forest. Their sprawling house comes into view, and Haven waves to me from the front porch of their luxury mountain home. Her mane of red curls is in a single, long braid, and she wears a loose gray Stanford T-shirt that almost hides her growing bump, a panting, smiling Cav at her side.

He bounds up to me, licking my face as I bend down to pet his head and scratch his ears. “Hey there, friend!” I say, laughing through his wolfy kisses.

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