Page 78 of The Wolf Prince's Mate

“How long are we doing this for?”

He bit my throat lightly. “A long time, if I do it right.”

My hips jerked. “You’ll get tired of me before that.”

“Say that again and I’ll have to start updating you on exactly what I picture every time I wrap my hand around my cock.” He lifted his lips back to mine and murmured, “Even when you’re working. Or eating. Or sleeping.”

It was becoming very clear that screwing Clay while we weren’t affected by pheromones was going to be an entirely different experience.

His lips trailed down my neck before he found my collarbone, sucking and biting. The head of his erection was still against my entrance and my clit as he played with me. My entire body was flushed with need, and our conversation was forgotten.

My chest rose and fell quickly. “Don’t tease me.”

He chuckled darkly. “You tease me constantly, with these sexy tattoos and those tight pants. Taste your own medicine for once, Gorgeous.”

“You already want me to announce to the whole Lodge that we’re screwing, and now I have to taste my own—ohhh,” I hissed, as he finally pushed inside me. The stretch of his cock burned a little after so long without having him, but it was a good burn.

I dragged him closer with my heels on the tight bubbles of his ass, taking him deeper inside me.

He growled, tilting my hips and driving in deeper. His wolf flickered in his eyes again, but I wasn’t afraid. I was starting to think Syd might be right about the beast.

Clay finally bottomed out inside me, and I gasped.

“You’re so fucking perfect, Gorgeous.” He captured my mouth and kissed me brutally. Gripping my hair, he tilted my head back so his tongue could taste more of me, and I grabbed the wavy strands of his to hold on too.

We made out while he drove into me until we were coming together, my cries loud as he snarled through his release.

Both of us panted as we came down from the high.

“That was…” I trailed off.

“Yeah. It was.” He pulled me to his chest, and I leaned my face against his neck.

Hot damn.

He was right about the benefits thing.

fourteen

NOVA

Clay continued reluctantly wrappinghis head around Hunter’s apology gifts as he helped me grab the last of my things and carry them out to my new car. I’d changed my clothes and cleaned up in the bathroom, but his release was still sliding down the insides of my thighs, soaking my panties and making my leggings stick.

We carried my stuff down after a stop for my new phone, and found my Jeep. It was black, which I didn’t love, but it would get me where I needed to go. That was what mattered.

“Fucking Hunter,” Clay snapped. “I’m getting you a different vehicle.”

“I don’t need any more apology presents.”

“Mine’s not an apology.”

Clay stole the keys from my hand and carried my shit over to his SUV instead. It must’ve been unlocked, because when he popped the trunk, it opened right up.

“You can’t just buy me a vehicle, Savage.”

“Sure I can.” He took the stuff from my arms and loaded it before I could. “I’m moving you to a different cabin, too. I’ll find a better one.”

“It’s perfect,” I argued.

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