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“Body, please!” I shriek, rocking back and forth.

“Oh,” he mutters, grinning. “Is this what you want?”

He shoves himself forward a little, teasing me. I tighten my grip on him with my legs, then twist my hips to the side andthrust. As his cock rams into me as deep as it can go Body gasps and crumples on top of me.

I wriggle under him, feeling his breath on my cheek. When he sits up and strokes my face, I kiss him gently and rock my hips towards him.

“Fuck me,” I murmur.

Body smiles, kissing me gently. He stays still for a few moments more and I feel his hands roaming over my body, taking handfuls of my wide hips, thick waist and huge soft breasts. The sounds of pleasure and satisfaction he makes as he worships my shape only turns me on even more.

Then he sits up, grabbing my hips and tugging me towards him as he braces his feet on the floor. He starts to thrust in a slow, even rhythm, maintaining control for only a few seconds before the passion takes him and his movements become wild and erratic. I wrap myself around him, clinging to him as I feel his cock thickening inside me until that hardness races through every single one of his muscles. He slams me into the table with his hips over and over again until he comes, groaning and gasping with the force of his release.

He collapses on top of me. Both of us are panting, clinging to each other desperately as our hearts beat together in a wild, frantic rhythm. I know there will be doubt, fear, and so many other emotions to deal with later, but right now, there is only Body, our shared pleasure, and the connection between us that binds us, heart and soul.

Chapter 16 - Body

Waking up with Amanda in my arms feels like heaven, a warm, peaceful world denied to me for too long. For so many years, I thought she was lost to me forever. Then, after finding her again, I was convinced I did not deserve her trust.

I still don’t.

I pull her closer to me, and she sighs, a sound of pure contentment. I want to get up and make her some breakfast, but at the same time, I’d never cut this moment short.

Taking a deep breath of her scent, I close my eyes and immerse myself in memories from last night. Specific details are hazy so soon after waking up, but the feelings and sensations are crystal-clear.

The silken touch of her hand, the warmth of her skin, and the power of her passion… it all blew me away. When I knew her before, she was just a girl. Now, she’s a woman. Strong, independent, and fully in control of who she is and what she wants.

I hear a faint buzz and realize it must be my phone, which is probably still in my pants pocket somewhere on the floor. We moved from the kitchen to the bedroom at some point, and we were so distracted by each other, I’m amazed my pants made the trip.

It buzzes again, and I start to get a bad feeling. As my mind fully wakes up, details from last night come back to me, and anxiety starts to creep in, ruining my good mood.

I cuddle into Amanda, burying my face in her hair. The movement presses on my hurt ribs, and they ache. They’realmost healed, but it’s a sharp reminder of what went down last night.

Bringing the witches into our pack could mean the end of the pack alliance. Are we ready for this?

I can’t let Amanda go. That’s not even a question. But losing the stability we’ve built over the last few years would be extremely difficult. It could mean another pack war, which would be devastating on many levels. All the relationships we’ve built so far would be broken—both the marriages and the friendships of our young wolves, not to mention the elders. We’d have to go back to living on alert, running patrols, the threat of danger always hanging right over our heads.

The wolf who threatened Amanda last night specifically said Decker wanted our territory, and we can’t take that lightly.

Amanda moves in my arms, rolling onto her back. I watch her wake, loving the soft, sweet smile on her face as her eyes flicker open.

“Hey, beautiful.”

“Hey, yourself. Are you watching me sleep?”

“I sure am.”

“Not creepy at all.”

“No,” I mutter, leaning in for a kiss. “Not at all.”

“What time is it?” she mumbles. “I really don’t want to get up.”

“I’ll have to check. I think my phone has been buzzing, so I should take a look.”

“Hmm. Hopefully, nothing too catastrophic.”

I don’t answer, because that’s exactly what I’m afraid of. I reach over and fumble across the floor, almost falling out of bed as I grab my phone.

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