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Easton growls, the warmth of his breath sliding over my oversensitive skin. “What the fuck is happening, Briar?”

“I just need you,” I sob, falling against him with how violently I shake my leg to get the pants off.

He finally takes pity on me, helping me out of my bottoms. “Well, I’d like to believe that, but?—”

Once they’re gone, I plant my ass back on his lap and shove my lips to his. He’s more tentative this time, and if I was more coherent, I might recognize that, but as it stands, my brain is functioning at baser level only.

Easton growls, holding me to him in a firm grip that makes my instincts hum. “Are you clear enough to know who I am?” he asks between frantic kisses.

I nod and work my hands down, capturing the bottom of his shirt and tugging it up. My hands slide against his sides, and I manage to get the material pulled up and off him. Tossing it aside, I focus back on his lips, but he stops me with a hand in my hair.

My head snaps back as I try to attack his mouth, and I whine.

“As much as I’ve dreamed of this, I would rather not give you ammunition to fuel your hatred when you’re mentally clear,” he says, tugging painfully at the base of my skull. “Consent is meant to be in place well before waves of heat startfor a reason.”

My shoulders tremble, and a wave of cramps racks my system.

“Don’t tell me you’re going to leave me suffering because you’re too altruistic to fuck me when it counts, Easton.” My head shakes. “If you’re not up for the job, call Calder or Keir. I’m sure they won’t have a problem sealing the deal.”

Easton’s pointy canines dig into his lower lip, but his amusement is evident. “You said my name, which is good enough for me. I would warn you to be very careful who you bait.” His hand leaves my hip and lands on my ass in a painful smack that cracks through the air at the same time he yanks the hell out of my hair.

Fire licks across my skin, sending a blissful sizzle in its wake. A moan slips from my lips and slick drips from my core. The scent of my pheromones gets so thick it’s almost unbearable, and although he’s got my neck stretched out at an awkward angle, I still move to work his belt and jeans.

Easton doesn’t stop me, but he does use his hand in my hair as leverage to pull my top half close to his face. He blows a warm breath over my left nipple and bites almost painfully before flicking his tongue over the ache.

There’s no way his jeans aren’t soaked with my slick, and I realize I moved farther down his thighs when I finally get his zipper moving. The last thing I want is a wardrobe malfunction, so I focus all my hazy energy on safely getting his jeans the rest of the way open.

I’m just in the process of appreciating his powerful, tattoo-covered shoulders when the world tilts.

Oh, no.

Nope.

That was actually me.

Easton drops me on the bed, and my tits bounce. He snags the gifts, tossing them to the floor before appraising me with his jeans hanging open. He has a thicker frame than Calder, but he’s not as massive as Keir. His sides are lined in black and gray tattoos that I can’t make out, because my vision is fuzzy, but I can tell they disappear under the waistband of his jeans.

Pain starts in my pelvis, radiating through my whole body. My legs thrash, and I move to push back against the ache. Myskin is hot to the touch, which doesn’t make any sense. Shouldn’t my hands be the same temperature?

Easton’s forehead wrinkles, and he curses under his breath, tugging out of his jeans. I’m pretty sure he started commando, but I lose all rational thought as his heavy cock bounces in the air.

My mouth falls, and my head tilts. “What the hell is all that?”

Chapter Twenty-Three

Briar

“Well, I can’t say that was the reaction I hoped for the first time you saw my cock.” He chuckles, bringing a fist to his massive length. “But I’m going to assume you mean my piercings?”

I nod, focusing on the precum dripping from the mushroom head. There’s pretty much nothing in the world I wouldn’t trade to be able to lick that off.

“Feet flat on the bed, knees up, and spread wide!” Easton barks.

My body snaps into motion before my brain even fully registers his words. There are four—or more, by the looks of it—piercings lining the bottom of his shaft. And now all I can think about is how those will feel gliding inside me.

“Will they hurt?” I ask, moving to tease my clit. “Because I’m not necessarily opposed to that?—”

“Goddamn,” Easton murmurs, working his shaft with his fist. “This is so fucking dangerous. Your perfume is everywhere. It’s about to do my head in.”

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