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It wasn’t just about the physical connection—it was something deeper, something that resonated in my very soul.

The way he looked at me, the way he touched me, it was as if he saw every part of me and accepted it all.

I kissed my way down his body, eliciting soft moans and gasps that sent shivers down my spine.

He arched beneath me, his hands gripping the sheets as I worshipped him, my lips and hands exploring every curve, every hollow.

When I reached Noah’s thickening member, he groaned. I sucked on his tip slowly, before licking the rest of him.

Not wanting him to come too soon, I made my way upwards again, kissing his chest, the tempting curve between his neck and shoulder.

The perfect spot where I’ll eventually place my mating mark. When I finally returned to his lips, he pulled me close, his breath hot against my ear.

“Jackson,” he whispered. “I want this. I want you.”

“I’m yours,” I murmured, pressing a kiss to his temple. “Only yours.”

“Condom and lube is in the first drawer,” Noah said, nodding to the dresser next to the bed.

I got off him and pulled out the items from the drawer. Then I returned to him, straddling him, lifting his legs over my shoulders.

After putting the condom on, I picked up the lube and applied it inside his asshole. Noah moaned, clutching at the sheets above him as I widened him for access.

Deeming him ready, I nudged my member inside him. Noah gasped as I took my time, slowly entering him. Eventually, I was buried deep inside him.

“You okay?” I asked.

“Keep going,” he answered, a little breathless.

I started with slow and steady strokes, picking up speed when he asked me to.

Soon enough, we began moving together, our bodies slicked with sweat. We soon lost ourselves in each other, and the pressure inside me began to build.

My balls drew in tight against my body. At my next push, Noah came, painting my stomach with his need.

It didn’t take me long to come. Several thrusts later, I hit climax. My mind blanked, the room fell away from my line of sight. All that mattered was us.

We took a shower, and later, we finally lay tangled together in Noah’s bed, our breathing slow and steady.

I held him close, pressing a kiss to his temple. His fingers traced lazy patterns on my chest, and I felt a peace I hadn’t known I needed.

“I’m glad you stayed,” Noah whispered, his voice soft, his eyes heavy with sleep.

“Me too,” I replied, brushing a strand of hair from his face. “I’m not going anywhere, Noah.”

Chapter 12

Jackson

The soft buzzof my phone pulled me from the warmth of sleep. I stirred, blinking against the early morning light filtering through the curtains.

As I became more aware, I realized I wasn’t in my assigned room at the Pecan Pines pack house.

The familiar scent of Noah wrapped around me, grounding me in the present.

His warmth pressed against me, his steady breathing a soothing rhythm that I didn’t want to disturb.

I shifted closer, slipping my arm around his waist, my lips finding the soft curve of his neck. He sighed contentedly, nestling into me.

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