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His hand hurried to rest at her waist, and he turned a wickedly seductive smile on her. “I stand before you a man, Olivia, who desperately, eagerly, achingly wants to love you.”

Let go. Let him love you and let yourself love him.

CHAPTER 8

Olivia took her own advice, her hands going to the button of his jeans and he helped her to free it.

Once they both were naked, Tiernan stepped behind her and eased her hair away from the back of her neck.

She shivered when his lips settled there and his arm slipped around her, his hand brushing lightly across both nipples, puckering them more tightly than they already were. She gasped, feeling his teeth graze the back of her neck, then he began to nip as his fingers captured one nipple at a time to tease.

The combined sensation felt like a striking match, setting a flame to roar to life inside her, and his low growl only added to her pleasure. His light nips turned stronger, his teeth capturing her flesh firmly to tug at it. His hand explored, caressing her slowly and when his hand drifted further down, his fingers searching for that small nub of pleasure, his other arm wrapped around her waist and eased her back against him and she felt just how much he wanted her.

She went to turn around, wanting to explore him as he did her, but he kept her locked tight.

“Alpha male,” he whispered. “It’s in my blood, but then you know wolves, Olivia.”

He was right, she did, and she knew her moment of power would come as it did with all female wolves when he was locked inside her. She pressed her backside against him, enjoying the hard feel of him as she teased him with her movements.

After a few moments, he released her to bend her over the edge of the bed and come down over her, nudging her legs apart so that he could tease her with his penis as he continued to nip at the back of her neck.

“Not fair,” she said with a light chuckle since she was enjoying him too much to complain too strenuously.

He covered her hand that gripped the sheet with his, and she opened it for him to lock his fingers with hers.

“You are mine,” he whispered in her ear. “Always mine.”

At that moment, she was, and she would not think beyond it.

With one hand beneath her waist, he flipped her over and began to explore her with his hands, lips, and teeth. There wasn’t a part of her that he did not touch, did not taste, did not kiss. And she could not help but think that the wolf in him was marking his territory.

She explored as much of him as she could, but a slight growl warned her away now and again. She feared that she had flamed to life so fast that she might burn out quickly, but he seemed to understand her passion and eased now and again to let her desire cool before he continued.

She was lost in a haze of passion, never having a man move her around, lift her, position her with such strength and ease. He seemed to know exactly how to position her to bring her the most pleasure and to build a powerful need in her that had her begging for release.

She threw her head back and urged. “Please. Please. Please. I need you inside me.”

“An invitation I cannot refuse.”

At first, she thought he teased her, but he sounded far too serious, and she raised her head enough to look into his eyes to see if he teased, but her words died on her lips. His eyes shined a brilliant green like those of Laird’s eyes the night she looked out the window and saw him as a wolf for the first time. She stared and for a moment?—

“Never would I harm you, Olivia, and never would I stop loving you.”

She gasped when he slipped into her and then all was lost. His thrusts held strength, and she found herself locking her legs around him, gripping him tightly, refusing to let him go as her passion soared out of control. Nothing mattered but remaining locked together with him and feeling the might and pleasure of their mating.

Her climax built to such strength that she roared like never before when it hit, and he joined her, though his roar was far more powerful, and she thought it had to have echoed through the castle.

He lay beside her in silent repose afterward as breathless as she was, though he reached to take hold of her hand and lay it on his chest, and she felt the mighty rise and fall of his breaths.

As her breath began to calm, reality returned, and the pleasing warmth left her body leaving her chilled, and she shivered.

Tiernan was quick to spread the blanket over them both and to tuck her against him, his body still heated.

Enjoy this moment, the consequences will come soon enough, she silently cautioned herself.

“You worry needlessly,” he said and kissed her brow.

She lifted her head from where it lay on his chest to look at him.

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