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I’m not even going to let him finish that thought. Reaching for him, I pull him back to me, kissing him deeply, still tasting myself on his tongue. It’s one of the most erotic thingsI’ve ever done, and he seems to like it, too, because he continues to push my dress down as we kiss, until he reveals the matching white lace bra.
I know, from looking at myself in the mirror this morning, that you can see my nipples right through the sheer lace.
“Fuck,” he rasps, then drops his mouth down and takes one in his mouth, right over the lace. The sensation brings me back to life, banishing the post-orgasm exhaustion and bringing all that zinging desire right back to the surface.
When he pulls his mouth away, he’s pushing the rest of the fabric off my body—the bra, the panties, and taking me in his arms again, but this time with my legs wrapped around his waist.
I’ve had Oren before, but feeling him now, hard against my core, I remember his size, my body craving a return to what I’ve had before.
I can’t help but laugh as we cross the threshold into the bathroom, “Do you just like carrying me, or something?”
“I’m tired of this scent-blocking,” he murmurs, his lips moving languidly against my skin as he sets me down on the bathroom counter. “I just want to smell you.”
Maybe I should tell him that the scent-blocking was slipped into my drink earlier, but I don’t want to stop whatever he’s doing right now. The counter is cold against my bare ass, but Oren makes quick work of warming me, his lips trailing along my collarbone again, his nose buried in the side of my neck.
There are so many thoughts whirring through my head—about Oren, what he wants, what this means—but I push them away.
This is the only thing in the world I want to focus on right now.
Chapter 23 - Oren
Hands cupping Ash’s ass, I turn and carry her to the shower. I can’t stand whatever is blocking her scent from me.
Up until the wedding, I thought that I might be able to resist this pull. That was before I saw her in that fucking dress, before I realized how difficult it is to stay away from your mate.
My mate—mywife.
And I want her.
Ash arches up against my cock, which is harder than I’ve ever felt in my life, straining against these ridiculous pants. At some point, Ash had run her hands over my shoulders, pushing the emerald green jacket from my shoulders, undoing the vest and pushing it away, working a few of the buttons open on my white shirt to leave me half bare-chested like Fabio.
But now, I need the clothes off.
Setting her down on her feet, I notice she’s unsteady, reaching out for the wall behind her as I unbutton my pants, throw them to the other side of the bathroom.
“Oh,” she says, eyes skipping down when my cock finally springs free, and I can’t wait anymore—with the taste of her on my lips and the sight of her there, her bare breasts, her skin glowing in the light from the moon outside—I need to take her.
Ash cranks the water, and the spigot turns on—one of the few renovations I’d completed before we moved in. Excellent foresight on my behalf, having the rain shower installed, because now I hold her, positioning her against me and sliding in with an ease that makes me fucking dizzy.
“Oren,” my name is the only thing on her lips as I push inside her to the hilt.
Thisis what I’ve been missing. In the years since we met during that blood moon, I’ve been with other women. But none who feel like this, who fit me perfectly. When I’m inside Ash, it feels like coming home.
After sliding into her so quickly, I force myself to slow down, to take it easy, but she grips my shoulders, gasping my name once more.
“Are you okay?” I stall, and she lets out a groan that reverberates through my body, something that nearly turns into a whine at the end.
“Oren,” she adjusts her hips, and it’s my turn to groan. “I want you tofuckme.”
I know what she’s talking about—that first time, on the mesa, my wolf was fully in control. I’d fucked her like the world was ending, and after, I’d wondered if I was too rough.
Apparently not. Apparently, she liked it.
And apparently, she wants it again.
So I give it to her, pressing her back against the shower and driving up into her, letting the wolf take full control of me, until our bodies smack together crudely. She cries out loudly. Quite frankly, I wouldn’t care if any other shifter heard this, because they would know then that she belongs to me.
We’re in the middle of nowhere, so far outside of town that she could scream at full volume and it would still be private.
