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“If I want to fuck your ass, you’ll say yes. If I choose to have you crawl around naked all day long, ass up in case I need relief, you will. If I tell you to get under the desk and suck my cock, you’ll be there. Got it?”

Empty threats, when it all boils down. I’ll be a married man soon.

I pull my fingers out to line my aching cock up with her pussy, and then I push into her savagely. Ruthlessly. Ren’s gasp is music, the way she grips me unfettered pleasure.

I surge home and stay there, sheathed in her heat until she cries out.

I bottom out and she struggles to push back, to raise up. I take her hands and twist them behind her back. Then, with one hand holding her, the other on the corner of the desk, I thrust.

I take her with deep and punishing strokes, the kind that slam us both into the desk.

“Too much!” she gasps. “Sir! Too much!”

I can’t stop. She wanted to see my animal, she pushed me to this point, and now it’s been unleashed. And Ren…it’s a homecoming with each slam into her. It’s like her pussy’s made for me.

I take her hard and fast until her protests turn into low moans of “Yes, sir,” falling over and over. I should have kissed her. Should have thrust my tongue in her mouth and fucked her that way, too.

But a kiss is dangerous. So much more dangerous than this is. Right now, I’m struggling to hold back from coming too quickly.

She seems to be getting tighter, like her body’s milking me, clinging. With every withdrawal, I can feel her gripping my cock, and every thrust back into her is accompanied by a low, guttural groan.

Ren spasms and as she comes, her body goes wetter and tighter. Fuck, it’s too much.

She feels too fucking good. I grit my teeth and continue to stroke into her, over and over, harder and harder, until the desk skids across the floor.

Ren howls out, “Sir!” and this time, thepower of her orgasm shakes through her entire body until she spasms hard on me. Triggering an answering reaction.

A buzzing warmth spreads through me, riding alongside the euphoria of my climax and sending me into a tailspin. My vision blurs, my heart pounding, and my wolf surges to the forefront.

A goddamn mate bond?

My wolf wants to claim Ren as its mate.

Ren must feel it too because she glances back at me, her eyes glowing gold with the call of her own animal.

No.

No. No. No.No.

I can’t. We can’t.

The base of my cock swells into a knot, and I pull out before it links us, throwing away every call to accept what’s happening between us. A sharp pain lances my chest, but I can’t control the pleasure of the orgasm.

I come. Hard. Ropes of hot cum paint her bare ass all over the red marks from my hand.

I twitch, the orgasm seeming to last forever. But even in the moment of euphoria, it feels like something was stolen from me. Something beautiful and precious.

I couldn’t do it, no matter how badly I wanted to. My knot would have connected us for a few minutes–just long enough to make me change my mind.

I rejected the mate bond.

When I’m done, I take a shaky breath and straighten, steeling myself again, drawing on the mask of control. I tuck myself back into my pants. I’ve got to get the fuck out of here. Away from her.

Ren’s staring at me, her eyes dull and full of confusion and hurt. “Torin?”

My voice is shaky. “Get out. Now.”

She reels, half sprawled on the desk, half off, turning herself around. And she looks at me like I just slapped her in the face.

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