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His gaze slams into me but his body is still, poised, his control remarkable. “What about now?”

I pause. “I’m…not sure. Maybe.”

“I’ve always wanted a big family.” He pushes me further down onto his cock and my vision fogs. The feel of him inside me, even a little, spins my head. “I’ll fuck you all the time, in every position imaginable.”

“You can do that now, but just kid-free. I have the arm implant,” I say.

His brow raises. “Arm implant?”

“It’s a form of birth control.” I wriggle further but gain no inches. “It stops me from getting pregnant.”

His gaze flicks to my upper arm, and his jaw sets so tight, a muscle jumps in his temple. “Oh.”

“We have time,” I reply quickly. “I’m not saying no. I just want to enjoy each other now. Enjoy this.”

Maybe survive Andras while we’re at it?

To remind him of how close he is from fucking me, I circle my hips. His cock slides a little more inside, and Mathis growls.

Then suddenly he sits up, dragging me all the way down so he fills me, stretching me, and I cry out. Fuck–that’s a lot of length and girth inside me at once.

He kisses me hard, deep, swallowing my screams. It’s not a rough taking, but it’s got heat and savage need.

I sense his desire like I feel his cock pulsing in my core. I want more. “Lie back,” I urge with a grin.

Mathis drops back as I ride him. Lifting, slamming home, his hands on my hips though he lets me control the rhythm. With every roll, his cock rubs against something inside of me so good I unravel.

Waiting for the words to come. The dirty, filthy words.

“Yes, sweetheart,” he hisses. His eyes lock on his dick spearing into me. My breasts bounce as I increase my speed. “Fucking beautiful.”

His hands grip me suddenly, and he thrusts up as he slams me down, and I can’t breathe.

I thought he’d filled me before? I was wrong. He was holding back.

Mathis isn’t holding back now. That thrust hits deep and builds to a high resounding orgasm. And I want more, harder, faster. The alpha keeps up his pace and I grip his chest tight.

“When you’re ready, I’ll mark you as mine in the realest way,” he grunts through his next thrust. “You’ll have ourchildren. So many of them. I want to hold you as your belly rounds, care for you. I want to be there when you create life. I wantyou.”

A moan tumbles from me.

Pregnant. It really is a fantasy he has, one he means. That’s his dirty talk, and I don’t know if it’s the mate bond or the wolf thing, but in the weirdest way, it turns me on.

“Yes,” I say, “I think I’d like to keep practicing.”

And he lets go of one hip, pushes my hair back from my face, and pulls me down for a kiss.

“Fucking ride me, Ren. Ride me.”

I meet him thrust for thrust as the pleasure grows like a band that stretches and needs to break. Mathis fucks me harder, the two of us striving for orgasm, the sound of skin slapping on skin filling my ears.

He releases my other hip and slides between my thighs to play with my clit.

“Oh. My. Goddess!”

The orgasm hits big. A storm of legendary proportions. I shudder and shake, my pussy spasming. Mathis continues to stroke and play with me even when I try to pull back from his fingers.

He won’t let me go. Again, he uses his hold on me to keep me in place.

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