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I can tell his wolf is close to the surface as he guides me back onto the counter and pries my legs apart. I shudder as my bare skin makes contact with the cold stone, but my shiver quickly gives way to pleasure as he parts my wet folds and licks a trail up my seam.

“Mmm,” he groans. “You aredelicious, angel.”

My cheeks flame at his words. I’ve never felt so exposed. So . . . on display. But the moment he slips his fingers into my channel and begins to circle my clit with his tongue, all my insecurities dissolve into pleasure.

I am a goddess splayed out on his counter, completely at his mercy. Sebastian’s movements are slow and languid — as if he’s savoring every taste. And when he plants his tongue beneath the hood of my clit, my whole body goes rigid with need.

The prick of his stubble intensifies everything, making me grind my hips into his face as my body chases the friction. Sebastian growls against my pussy as my essence coats his lips, thrusting his fingers in harder, deeper.

“Sowetfor me, angel,” he mumbles, dipping his head lower to lap up my cream.

I moan my assent and grind into him harder. The ache in my core is nearly unbearable.

As if he senses my level of need, Sebastian gently withdraws his fingers and shucks off his pants.

He stands before me in all his magnificence — asmattering of dark hair leading down to the long, proud length of him. A drop of cum is already beading up on the head of his cock, and my whole body shivers in anticipation.

Sitting up, I move to the very edge of the counter, and Sebastian enters me with one hard thrust. I cry out as he hits the very end of my channel, my pussy fluttering around his impossible girth.

I can feel himeverywhere— in my very skin — and I close my eyes to commit this moment to memory. Now, tomorrow, and every day for forever, I want this male between my thighs.

Cupping my ass, my mate hefts me off the counter. I dig my fingers into his shoulders as he pulls out and drives back in, slamming me down onto his length over and over and over again.

With every thrust, that pressure builds until tears gather at the corners of my eyes. My body can’t take this exquisite torture much longer. I need him to let me break.

“Come for me, angel,” Sebastian growls, pausing to rest his forehead against my own.

This time, when he rams back in, he hits that magical spot, and stars explode behind my eyelids.

I scream his name as my walls clench all around him, my pussy throbbing with each wave of pleasure. Sebastian grunts as he finds his own release, his warm cum spilling out of me and trickling down my thighs.

Completely sated, I rest my head against his shoulder and let him carry me upstairs. Sebastian laysme down on the bed as if I’m something precious and breakable, disappearing into the bathroom to retrieve a warm washcloth.

Once he’s cleaned me up, he sprawls out beside me and covers us with a heavy blanket, tucking a stray curl behind my ear.

“Oh my god,” I whisper, rubbing my eyes. “I’m supposed to be at work. I was only here to do the twenty-four-hour check.”

“Then I’ll call that overeager woman you work with and tell her I have alotof questions.”

I snort.

“Truly, I don’t know a bloody thing about cats. I may have to keep you here all day and night . . . forever, if you’ll let me.”

“I think that can be arranged,” I whisper. Truly, it’s all I want in this world.

Turning over my shoulder to look at him, I’m startled to see that his face is a heartbreaking mix of elated and hopeful, and his eyes have returned to that deep blue I love so much.

He pulls me closer, pressing a tender kiss to my temple. And for the first time since my parents died, I feel as though I’ve finally come home.

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

SEBASTIAN

Claire doesn’t returnto work that afternoon. I hold my angel captive in bed, feeding her French toast and giving her orgasms.

The next morning, however, she insists, so I make the thirty-minute drive to the hospital in Lakewood.

Shifters aren’t susceptible to most human ailments, so it feels odd walking through the revolving glass door, past an entire fleet of wheelchairs, and into the gleaming lobby.

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