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Zian hums his approval at my response, the vibration only heightening the sensations he’s provoking. He devours my pussy whole, like it’s a meal he’s waited all his life to enjoy, and I can’t do anything but buck against his mouth and swallow the moans that would ring through the entire mansion.

Plenty of urgent noises leak from my lips anyway. I shudder and clutch at Zian, riding out wave after wave of delight.

He lifts his head with a gush of ragged breath and licks his lips. Fanged points glint within his mouth.

His question comes out haltingly. “When we— Will it always be like the first time? With our powers coming out?”

Memories swim up of my more recent interludes with the other guys. “No. It’s just the first time that’s particularly intense.” I pause, and a smile I suspect looks a little wicked crosses my face. “But you can let out the wolf-man as much as you want. I liked it.”

A rumble thrums from Zian’s chest. His expression turns speculative, and then he wraps his arm around me to flip me onto my hands and knees.

My breath gusts out of me. He dapples my back with scorching kisses as he sheds his jeans, and then he delves his hand between my legs.

“You think you can take all of it?” he murmurs.

A giddy shiver passes through my body. Zian is bigeverywhere.

But I wasn’t lying when I said I loved sparring with him during our old training sessions in the facility. Pitting my compact strength against his brawn was always a thrill.

I don’t see why this should be any different.

“Everything you can give me,” I reply.

His choked sound of need spills across my spine with a huff of breath. Then he’s nudging the head of his cock between my thighs.

Fuck, it’s good. I couldn’t be more wet for him, and the stretch of accommodating his girth has me panting for more. Pleasure zings through every nerve.

I can’t restrain a keening that’s close to a whine. My fingers dig into the pillow they’re braced against. “Go as hard and fast as feels good. I’ll be right here with you.”

Zian lets out a hiss that might contain a curse and thrusts deeper into me. I moan and spread my legs wider to give him access.

As he grasps my hip, he starts building a rhythm. He pounds into me with increasing force, each thrust a little faster than the one before.

The impact radiates through my muscles with a blissful burn. I sway back to meet him—and jolt forward with each smack of our bodies colliding.

My forehead nearly bangs against the headboard. I lift myself against it, folding my arms over the curved wooden edge and holding on as if for dear life.

Zee groans and reaches around me to palm one breast. The wolfish claws he’s partly extended nick my skin with pinpricks of the sharpest bliss.

“Love this feeling,” he mutters against my back. “Loveyou. My Riva.”

I let out an inarticulate noise of agreement. “Love you too. Feels so good, Zee.”

He groans and slams into me even harder. My body rocks to meet him, absorbing the force and the rising bliss that comes with it.

As the pleasure swells inside me, the headboard shakes in my grip. I clutch it tighter and push myself back into Zian’s thrusts, hungry for even more.

His hand on my hip tucks around to stroke my clit, and more delight sweeps through me. At my breathless cry, he flicks a claw right over that sensitive spot just as he drives home yet again.

My vision shatters with a blaze of white. Ecstasy whirls through me like a hurricane.

I’m soaring on the high of pleasure, vaguely aware of Zian’s muscles bulging larger above me, a snarled groan on his lips, a sense of something monstrous but still him following me over the edge. Then my pussy throbs with a deeper strength as the base of his cock expands inside me.

Like it did that first time.

The thickened bulge presses against the ring of muscle around my opening with the same heady burn as before and sends me spiraling into a fresh rush of bliss. If that’s part of his wolf-man shift, then I’ll welcome it every time.

As our movements slow, Zian keeps holding me, swaying with me. He stays buried deep inside me as if locked in place by that thickened ring.