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I don’t have to ask what he’s about to do. I feel it and encourage it by pushing back into him.

“Not so fast, baby. I don’t want to hurt you.”

Those very words seal it for me. He doesn’t want to hurt me. I know he won’t.

“Tucker, please, I need you inside me. I ache for you. It hurts. Only you can ease it. Please, put your co . . .” I end with a scream, not finishing my statement.

“Fuck, Lake,” he snarls, coming over me. His cock inside me, moving gently after thrusting deep inside, seating himself fully within my pussy.

Having him inside me is a completely different sensation, and it’s glorious.

“Take me, Tucker,” I plead, arching into him.

Tucker curses lowly and obliges, giving me just what I need. It’s beautiful. Miraculous. Everything seems to brighten in a way I didn’t think it could. My world brightens and sparkles. It’s a corny analogy, but it’s the truth. Almost like the very essence in the strands of the universe can be seen, and I can touch them. I could mend them or pull them apart.

The grass under me thickens and grows. I can feel it all. So much sensation mixing with Tucker’s movements and growing in time with each thrust.

His groans of pleasure mix with mine, and soon he has me crying out as it becomes too much. The very sparkles become sparks of light, and my body pulsates with such passion I’ve never thought possible as my orgasms overtake my very being.

Tucker joins me, his cock swells. What feels like spikes sinking into my walls, locking him in place, keeping him from sliding out. From the way his body jerks and he snarls andcurses, I don’t think he expected to do what he did. But it’s only for a split second before his body comes completely over mine, his mouth coming over my shoulder where it meets my neck, and he bites me.

Bites me hard enough with such intensity that I’m through back into the throes of another orgasm.

Long moments pass before he lets me go and is able to withdraw from my depths. He rolls off me only to pull me over him so that I could collapse on him. The moment my head comes in contact with his chest, exhaustion sinks in, and I fall fast asleep.

Chapter Thirteen

Tucker

Son of a bitch.

How the fuck have I never known that shit was going to happen?

Never in all my years of fucking the doxies and other random women has my cock ever had spikes come out, locking me inside them. Only with Lake. It’s not a secret that when wolves take their fated mate, they lock inside with the knot in the middle of their cocks. I didn’t even think about having a damn barb in my cock.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

I don’t think I hurt Lake with it. If anything, it enhanced her release more. Intensified it tenfold.

Hell, her orgasm triggered mine the first time and caused the barb to come out in the first place. Then I sunk my teeth into her neck and tasted her blood. I felt the sensations inside her like they were my own. Just before she passed out on my chest, I heard her thoughts. How she felt.

I can only put it down to us being mates—all of it.

Why didn’t I know any of this could happen, though? My parents were mates.

But they weren’t fated.

Shit.

They were mates by choice, by alliance.

I shake the thoughts away and focus on the woman back in my bed at the clubhouse. After she passed out, I carried her back to the clubhouse. She slept through me cleaning between her legs as well as the grass and dirt from her knees and hands.

I probably should’ve stayed with her in case she woke, but she’s out. I can not only sense it, but I also feel her like a second skin.

Right now, I need to shift and run as I intended early. After she saw me shift, the look in her eyes when she saw my markings, the longing I felt coming from her. I decided to shift once again, showing her the beasts she’s mated to. Not just shifter, but man and beast together.

Lake hadn’t been intimidated in the least. Instead, she’d been turned on. The scent of her arousal had been my undoing. I took her innocence like the beast I am, and she loved it.

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