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That was all I was able to ask him about his breathing before all thoughts fled.

And I came again.

And again.

When he seemed to think I’d had enough–because I had no idea I could handle this much pleasure–he pulled me down into his arms. I was a sweaty, wilted, sated mess. My breathing was ragged, and I wasn’t sure if I still had bones inside my body.

Against my ear, I heard the pounding of his heart. Breathed in his scent. Lower, I felt how hard he was pressing into my belly. His fingers ran through my hair, stroking me. As if I was precious.

Yeah, a whole bunch of orgasms obviously made mecrazy. I was thinking like Emma, not Lyssa. Lyssa wouldn’t think she was precious to a guy. She’d think… he hadn’t gotten off.

It was his turn. Even I knew that.

I lifted my head, looked down at him. His scruff was glistening with my arousal.

I wasn’t sure if I should be embarrassed or turned on. He didn’t seem to care. In fact, the way he was licking his lips, he liked it.

Oh, he liked it. No guy would go down on a woman to that extent and with the fervor he had unless it was something he craved.

“Your turn.” I channeled my inner vixen. While I might’ve gotten off, my pussy craved to be filled by him. Feeling how hard he was, he was going to cram me full.

He stroked my hair again. “Baby, I’m all for that, but I’m not fucking you for the first time on the floor.”

For thefirsttime? Um, wow. Sounded like this wasn’t a drive-by. Well, okay. I wasn’t in any mood to complain, that was for sure.

“I’m gonna take my time with you,” he promised.

7

JOHNNY

My dick was so hardit was about to break off. I had her taste on my tongue, and my wolf was thrilled, but eager for more. So was I. Lyssa climbed off me, pushed her t-shirt back down, and tried to get her tangled pants back on. I watched while picking up my hat from the floor and adjusting my aching member in my jeans.

Even though pleasuring my mate was a fucking spiritual experience, the protector in me was still on guard. The doors were open to the front and back of the house, so I’d been listening for anyone approaching. There was no way I would’ve let anyone see the lovely Lyssa in the throes of an orgasm.

Unless she was into that. In which case, I could workto get over my possessiveness to let my female get her fantasies fulfilled. Her satisfaction was my utmost priority.

Once she’d set her clothing back to rights, I took her hand and kissed the backs of her fingers. “How long do we have before Mitch gets back?” I kept my voice suggestive, trying not to kill the mood.

She didn’t need to know that I planned to subdue her boss and take him away when he returned. Fuck. How was I going to swing that with her here? I needed to get her somewhere safe because based on the evidence and accusations, Chapman wasn’t safe for any female to be around.

She shrugged. “Oh, he won’t be back for a while. Days. Weeks, maybe.”

I relaxed. She was safe for now. But I needed to let Rob know… or the Council.

“I, uh, almost never see him,” she added.

I scented a lie. What was she hiding? Was Chapman hiding elsewhere on the ranch? Was she in on Chapman’s dirty deeds? I couldn’t believe that, especially since his crime was trafficking females, but maybe I was blinded because she was my mate.

No, her words were plausible. Chapman was shady, but he was also a businessman. Maybe he’d instructed her not to give out his schedule to anyone for privacy’s sake. That made sense, but her tiny lie made hernervous.

I hoped that was it.

Either way, we’d figure it out. She didn’t know it yet, but she was my mate. This would be ride or die. I wasn’t going anywhere without her.

“So that means I can take as long as I need with you,” I promised. I pulled one of her fingers into my mouth and sucked hard. “Don’t move. I’m gonna shut the doors, so the ranch hands can’t hear you scream.” I winked.

I saw a flicker of misgiving cross her face, and I froze, realizing how that sounded. “Oh, shit.” I reached out to catch both her shoulders, gave her a very reassuring smile. “I meant good screams. Did that sound like I’m some kind of psycho?”

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