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“I want you to come again,” he mumbled inside me. “All over my tongue.”

I whined while he licked me everywhere butthere.He was teasing me, chuckling while I gripped the sheets in frustration.

Before I could shout at him, tell him to eat me out like a real man, my alarm blared, bringing whatever we had going to an abrupt stop.

Chapter Sixteen

Hawke

Iwasrudelyawokenfrom my peaceful sleep by the shrill sound of the alarm blaring into my ear. I shook my head and covered one of my ears. As I steadied myself, I smelled the most wonderful scent I could have ever imagined.

It was Delilah, amplified to an extent that my cock would stir if I continued to breathe it in. Except, I was already hard, my come dripping onto the sheets.

I smiled to myself, only to realize that I was face to face with the most beautiful pussy I had ever seen. Her sweet pussy dripping with her arousal, her nub swollen and pulsating beneath the bundle of nerves. I focused on the beautiful puffy lips, and my cock involuntarily pushed into the mattress.

The alarm stopped, my heart stopped as well, and I gazed up to see a flushed face. Sweat beaded her brow, her lips red with indentions from her teeth.

Did she?

“Hawke?” she said in the meekest voice I’d ever heard her speak.

“Beast,”I muttered inside me. My wolf whimpered, his head bowed in shame like a puppy who had pissed on the carpet.

“She liked it. She. She begged for more,” he tried to defend himself.

I rolled my lips over my tongue, tasting the sweet nectar from between her thighs. Delilah liked it. She. She came all over my tongue, my beard and even now, it dripped onto the sheets.

What was I to do? I couldn’t blame my wolf. I couldn’t tell her my animal took things into his own paws and tried to seduce her. Which he did an excellent job with because now that I looked around the bed, he’d also made a nest.

Damnit.

My wolf was hellbent on trying to mark her when I wasn’t sure if this was the right route to go. I could die. Delilah could die after the bite. A human with a bite mark was still uncertain.

Was Journey still alive? I rubbed my hand down my beard, letting her arousal coat my hand.

I had cut all contact from the Iron Fang, from home. I dismantled my GPS, not even Switch could find me. I was excellent at covering my tracks, and I wasn’t about to call them. I didn’t need them hounding me, telling me to return.

I needed this time to win Delilah back.

“I’m sorry,” I murmured, sitting back on my knees.

Delilah covered herself, tightening the strap on her robe.

“You’re sorry?” she asked again, so meekly. “You are sorry you stopped? Or sorry you ever touched me?”

Oh hell. This was fucking dangerous.

“Once I can feel we can shift, I am never letting you out!” I internally yelled at my wolf.

He snorted. “I’d do it again. Now don’t fuck this up.”

I cleared my throat, trying not to look at the fine mesh of the robe she was wearing. I crawled up toward her head, pulling her into my lap, letting part of my animal instincts take over because I was shit at being a human. I hated everyone. I trusted only a few, but with this woman, I couldn’t act like a normal asshole.

Delilah gave my wolf part of her body, and I was jealous as hell. I wasn’t there to experience her first orgasm. With my anger lingering for my wolf, I breathed in her scent deeply and sighed.

“I am sorry I pushed you,” I said. “I wasn’t in control of my actions at the moment I–”

Delilah crossed her arms. “So, you do regret it?” She pushed away from me, hopping off the bed. “Figures you would regret it. You regret every kiss we have ever had, and now you are going to regret this and run off somewhere.”

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