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Coherent words fail to escape me as Deacon increases his pace.

Gone are the gentle strokes he started with, and in their stead are rough thrusts that have my nails digging into the back of his shoulders and my walls clenching around his cock desperately.

His cock rubs that sweet spot inside me, and together, I meet his thrusts, I meet his lips, and I kiss him. I meet those eyes that force me to be locked on nothing else but him.

My orgasm comes, wrecking my body in a reckless moan as Deacon’s name repeats on my lips like a broken record.

CHAPTER TWELVE

DEACON

The feel of my cum trickling down her creamy thighs makes my already soft cock go hard again. My hands on her hips and our foreheads resting on each other as I suck her bottom lip into my mouth feels borderline euphoric.

My cock is still inside her, and my cum leaks out of her swollen cunt as her pebbled nipples poke my chest through my shirt. The feel of her after so many years of yearning is worth more than a thousand words. I want to fuck her on a bed. I want to make love to her while I taste every damn inch of her skin that this small elevator couldn’t give me access to.

The urge to mark her has never felt so great as it does now, and I want to do that to her as soon as we are out of here.

I want you again, baby. Not once, not twice, and certainly not just three times.

My wolf howls with renewed vigor, and I agree with him when he concludes that we finally won over Winter. She’s finally let us in, and we will keep her this time around.

Unfortunately, my thoughts fail to come to fruition when the elevator wobbles and a set of beeping sounds accompany it. In mere seconds, the elevator starts moving, and as soon as it does, Winter’s lips pull away from me, the lust in her eyes fizzling out like a candle flame getting extinguished by a single gust of wind.

I can see the minute the Winter who hates me comes to her senses, and the sight itself is like taking a sucker punch to the chest.

“Put me down,” she demands.

The regret on her face makes me sick. She regrets this. She regrets us kissing and anything we did inside here.

Out of rage? Courtesy? Call it even saving myself from heartbreak, I put her down as gently as my hands can.

Winter wobbles on her feet a little, and I try to offer her a hand so she can stand straight, but the dagger eyes she shoots me have me backing down. She picks up her bra, putting it on with trembling fingers, she searches for her panties, and I’m the bastard who won’t tell her I stole her panties, and they are currently in my coat’s left pocket. She finishes putting on her clothes in seconds, and in all that time, she avoids my eyes like the plague.

I’m about to speak to her about what just happened when another sound comes from the small speaker near the buttons on the elevator.

“Sir? Alpha Deacon, are you there?”

Winter’s face turns pale.

I put my cock back in my pants, listening to the new man who’s speaking from the other end of the line.

“Yes,” I answer.

Static buzzes from the radio before the guy speaks again. ” I’m Howard from Security, and it seems we went through a blackout that made all the elevators malfunction. Our backup generators weren’t working as well. But everything is back and running. I went through the CCTV footage and saw you getting into the elevator with Ms. Cavanaugh. Is she there with you?”

I want to ask this Howard guy why my being in an elevator with Winter would concern him when Winter fixes her hair and, with a smile, replies, “I’m here too, Howard. Thanks for fixing the elevator.”

“No, my apologies go to you and the boss. You two must have been stuck there for almost two hours, and that’s somehow my fault.”

Hating the tension and Howard altogether, I cut off the chit-chat, dwelling on the most important thing.

“Hey, Howard?”

“Yes, boss?”

“Are there any CCTV cameras inside the elevator?”

Winter’s shoulders tense, but I'd rather skin alive ten men who sound like Howard than let anyone see her naked body.

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