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I felt embarrassed, and he leaned closer, pressing a kiss on my lips. "I enjoy hearing it."

His lips continued down, going over my stomach and my piercing. His hand trailed down, and his thumb slid over my clit.

I bit hard onto my lip to contain the moan, and he slid two fingers inside me. My moan slipped free, and it echoed around us.

"You are beautiful."

I felt hot all over and gripped the sheets tightly. I felt that build-up grow and panted, trying to catch my breath.

Weslie stroked his hand over his cock, and I stared at how hard he was. He pressed the tip into my entrance and slowly slid in. He filled me, and it felt good.

He pulled me up, hoisting me onto his lap, and he slid even deeper into me. "Rock your hips," he said, placing his hands on my hips.

I slowly rocked my hips back and forth, and he hit me exactly where I wanted it. I moaned, feeling that tight coil up inthe pit of my stomach. His thumb continued to rub over my clit, and the rocking of my hips was perfect.

I came hard, and I felt Weslie pulse inside me. We both lay there for a moment, clinging onto each other.

I ran my fingers over his back, taking in his muscles and how they felt under my hands.

"You have soft skin," I said as I leaned back slightly.

"You do as well," he chuckled, his hands reaching up, cupping my face. "And you are stunning."

I blushed as he leaned forward and kissed me once more. "Do you still need to shower?"

I nodded.

He raised an eyebrow at me. "Want me to join you?"

I nodded as he pulled me closer, hoisting me out of the bed, and took us to the bathroom.

Chapter 16 - Weslie

I wanted to hold her all day, and I could since it was the weekend. April didn't seem in a hurry to leave me either. I inhaled her scent, enjoying that it covered the sheets even. I could lay in them for days.

"You're sniffing me," she said, turning herself towards me. "Why? Do I stink?"

I laughed as I pulled her tighter against me. "You smell nice," I said, taking another deep breath of her in. "It's a nice scent."

She chuckled softly and placed a hand on my chest. "You smell nice too. Like you've been hanging at the beach."

"Thanks," I said, feeling her breasts pressed against my chest, and I was half tempted to take her again even though I just had her. I would never get sick of April and all the noises she made during sex.

I didn't know what April wanted or what she thought about this relationship, but I knew I wanted her. I wanted her for real, and I wanted her forever. But I knew that this was going to take time, and having her for real was going to be a while.

April was still healing from her past and still needed to move through things. She was just getting back on her feet, and I didn't want to cause any issues or swipe the rug out from underneath her. I wanted to take the steps as slowly as she needed.

My wolf growled as she curled closer, turning towards me. She trailed her fingers down my chest. I felt that tug, the need to be closer, and my heart stopped and skipped a beat ina different way. It was like I had been waiting for this my entire life, which brought up a question: Was she my mate?

Everyone always talked about the tug, about the urge to be near their mate. But I'd known April for so long. Why hadn't I felt it before? Or had I felt it but never realized what it was? Had I just never listened to my body before to recognize she was meant for me?

"You know what sounds really good?" she asked, running her hand on my neck, pulling my attention back to reality. "Pancakes. Oh, and bacon. Some crispy bacon and pancakes with syrup. And eggs!"

"That does sound good," I chirped back, deciding we needed to pull apart. I broke free from her and crawled out of bed, grabbing a pair of shorts.

"I'll get started."

"I'll come help you. I'm just going to shower first."

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