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“No,” I deny. “Not safe enough.”
“Jared,” she pleads.
“No,” I deny again. “You don’t even have the taser or the stun gun here, do ya?”
She pouts again.
I turn her to her back and rearrange her legs so they’re up high over my shoulders, and I thrust my hips forward, planting myself inside.
She arches, whimpering. “Yes. This.”
I set about both punishing and rewarding my stubborn mate, putting all my power into each hip thrust. She takes her fucking without complaint. In fact, every stroke is met with the tightening of her sweet inner walls. I revel in the feel of it, in how her legs are covered in goosebumps. At how she looks at me, heat and emotion in her gaze as she reacts to the sensations she’s feeling. I see her emotions, I feel them, and she’s happy. She’s happy I’m here, happy I came for her. I didn’t think I could give her anything good, but see and feel how much she needed this gesture from me, my demonstration that I want to be close to her. For me it’s not just a want, it’s a need. One I tried to deny. I’m not strong enough. But fuck… I don’t want harm to come to her.
She grabs the cage of the muzzle as she comes, body shuddering, convulsing as she whimpers my name, calling mebabyover and over.
Fuck, if I could only take this off and taste her skin. Suck her mate mark. Suckle between her thighs, feeding from her, believing that sweet honey will heal everything that’s wrong with me.
I rub her clit with one hand, twist her nipple using the other, and my knot goes frigid for a beat before it appears, making us moan in unison.
Her leg muscles contract and so do the muscles in her tight, hot pussy. I’m with her, both of us moaning, and the bliss goes on and on until ice shoots through my knot before turning to heat as my essence floods her.
When my knot releases, I roll to my side and pull her tightly to my body, tucking her head under my chin, wrapping my arms around her.
She squirms closer, one arm wrapping around my back before she sighs dreamily.
“Your apartment is fuckin’ ridiculous,” I mutter.
She goes stiff before she backs up enough to singe me with an indignant glare. “You. You’re ridiculous!”
I snort as she slaps my shoulder, trying to hide amusement behind a cute scowl.
I quip, “Like a Barbie doll lives here or some shit. Please tell me you didn’t decorate this joint yourself.”
“Every. Fucking. Inch.”
“Questionable taste.”
“In men too, apparently,” she fires back.
I laugh. “Hit a seven-hundred-for-one sale on cushions?” I quip.
She smiles a supremely pleased smile. “And I’m bringing at least forty on the road with us for our first adventure.”
“Adventure?”
“Yup.”
“What adventure?”
“Adventures. Camping. Duh. Your private eye jobs. I’d like to see it all. Always wanted to RV to Alaska and down to Baja California, too.”
I stare.
“You got some other spot you retreat to somewhere?” she asks.
“No.”
“Just here?”
