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Her hips canted as he stroked her clit with the tip of his finger. “You do that to me.” She reached for him, fisting his hair in her hands and kissing him. He teased her, flicking her clit with quick strokes until her body shivered and her pussy clenched. Need filled her like something wild and alive, and she couldn’t think of anything better than his cock inside her as he claimed her.

“Please,” she whispered as she lifted from his mouth and gazed into his eyes.

His finger slipped to her entrance and he stroked her lightly before lifting his finger to his mouth and sucking off the silky evidence of her arousal. “You taste so sweet.” His lips parted and she saw a hint of his fangs. She shivered in response.

Gripping her hips, he lifted and pulled her forward until she hovered over his cock. She reached for him with one hand, grasping his thick length and holding him until the hot head of his cock breached her. She gasped and he froze, holding her in place. She shifted her hips, wiggling on him, and her knees spread wider until she straddled him completely and then she sank down on him slowly, feeling every inch of him as he filled her. His hands gripped her hips tightly and she inhaled deeply and looked at him.

He looked so sexy, teeth bared in concentration, his fangs elongated slightly. The steam from the water around them made his skin glisten. She leaned forward and touched the edge of one fang with her finger. It seemed to get bigger as she touched it, and his cock throbbed in her pussy.

She lifted her hips slightly, letting him slide nearly free before she pressed herself back down onto him, until the backs of her thighs were flush with his legs. He touched her clit again, his thumb pressing against the bundle of nerves and making her close her eyes in pleasure. She hooked her hand behind his neck and leaned in to kiss him again as she began to lift herself from him in a slow rhythm. His thumb stroked her clit and she sucked on his tongue, her stomach twisting as heat flared through her. Their bodies moved together as one, his hips lifting as hers descended, the water splashing as they made love. His chest vibrated as he growled, and his thumb began to work her clit faster. Her pussy clenched his cock as he rubbed her just right. Sparks lit her vision, and she lifted her mouth from his and moaned.

She couldn’t move fast enough; the tidal wave of pleasure that rose inside her was fueled by his firm touch on her clit and the growls that rumbled in his chest. Her nails dug into his chest as she came, her body quivering as heat rolled through her and she shouted his name.

His thumb kept rubbing her clit, and his other hand pressed into the small of her back as he moved her on his cock. He latched his mouth onto the side of her neck and she moaned loudly. She felt the heat of the bruise that would form as he licked and nuzzled her neck and pushed her body to another climax. The pressure on her clit increased, as the bud throbbed under his attention. She wanted to tell him that it was too much, but her body revolted at the idea of him stopping. He did things to her body that no one had ever done before. She wanted everything that he could give her.

“Oh, yes,” she moaned, closing her eyes and letting herself go into the sensations. He sucked on her neck in the same spot, his thumb driving her wild and his cock moving in and out. She felt herself draw close to the edge, the pleasure spiraling tightly inside, pushing her forward to another dizzying height of bliss.

Her body jolted as pleasure flooded her. She cried out his name as she came, and felt his fangs press into her neck. She was so overwhelmed with her climax that she couldn’t even muster a complaint as he pierced her with his fangs and marked her. He growled and she felt his cock spasm deep inside. He extracted his fangs and licked across the tender wound, then pulled her close and leaned back. She was cradled against him as the pleasure slowly ebbed.

Even the rapidly cooling water couldn’t make her want to leave his arms right then. She’d just sleep right here, with his cock still lodged in her pussy and her neck aching from his mark.

She didn’t think she’d ever felt safer.

CHAPTER TWELVE

After dropping off Jack, Nila, and Brynn Tuesday morning, Malachi returned to Acksel’s house and trained for the day. Sam and Zander were guarding the girls personally, and two other wolves were stationed at the daycare. Malachi was a good fighter. Not the best – that was Acksel – but not the worst by any stretch. He had a feeling that Damien was a dirty fighter, though, and he wanted to be as sharp as possible for the fight. He didn’t expect to lose; there was too much at stake. Both Nila and Jack’s life hung in the balance. He had no doubt that Damien would not be kind if he got his hands on them again.

He ducked a punch from Ren and smashed his fist into his chest, knocking the big male back a few paces. “Ah, shit,” Ren grumbled, rubbing his chest.

Ren was the beta of the pack, Acksel’s right-hand. Not only was he a great fighter, he was an honorable guy. He wasn’t going to the fight tonight because he was staying in Wilde Creek to keep an eye on the pack, but when he’d volunteered to spar with Malachi, he’d been happy to take him up on it.

“You’re getting slow in your old age,” Malachi taunted, bouncing on his feet a few times. His energy was running high and his mind was racing. Nila was in danger until Damien was put down. The fight tonight would change everything.

“I’m only a year older than you.” Ren cracked his neck and snarled.

“Stop teasing each other like school girls and fight, for fuck’s sake,” Acksel grumbled from where he stood on the porch watching them. The air was cold but calm, no harsh wind whipped at his skin. They’d abandoned jackets to make it easier to move, and the shirts had come off a bit later as adrenaline and sweat combined to make them uncomfortable.

“Would you fight dirty, you bastard?” Malachi challenged. “I know they don’t fight fair up there, don’t pussyfoot around.”

Ren growled angrily, his dark eyes flashing to the amber of his wolf, and just as he tensed to strike, someone barreled into Malachi from the side and he went down to the ground, hard. His head swam and his vision blurred, but he could see the fist swinging at his face and he threw up his arm and blocked it. Acksel had tackled him. Malachi had been so intent on fighting with Ren that he hadn’t been prepared for the sneak attack.

Acksel snarled, his teeth bared, as Malachi fought to keep the alpha’s fist at bay. Ren stormed over to them and lifted his booted foot in the air above Malachi’s groin, and every instinct in him went haywire. No one threatened to hurt him like that.

Kicking out, Malachi arched up and rolled, throwing Acksel off and knocking Ren off his feet. Ren hit the ground with a grunt. Malachi snarled as he stood and glared at Ren. “Low blow, man. I use that.”

Ren chuckled as he got to his feet, dusting the snow from his skin. Acksel rolled to his knees, and packed snow into a ball and threw it at Malachi’s chest. It exploded in a burst of white.

Acksel brushed off his jeans as he stood. “You’re right about one thing. I don’t think that Damien’s pack is above fighting dirty. I’m going to increase the guards at the house here. Mia and Jack can stay here while we’re gone; I’ll have one of the omegas help Brynn make up the spare bedroom for your family, and Mia can crash on the couch. I don’t trust that pack not to try something funny while we’re distracted.”

Malachi nodded.

Ren picked up his shirt and jacket. “You’re ready. All I did was hint at screwing up your ability to have sex with your mate and you went nuts. When you’re face to face with her ex, I have no doubt that you and your wolf will protect her just fine and beat that sorry fuck within an inch of his life.”

Malachi shook Ren’s hand. “Thanks.”

“Anytime.”

Ren walked away, and Malachi and Acksel stood on the snow-packed ground watching him disappear around to the front of the house where his car was parked. Acksel cleared his throat and said, “If something happens to you tonight, I hope you know that we won’t let Nila be hurt. I don’t care what the alpha thinks is going to happen, but if by some small chance Damien beats you, I won’t let her be taken against her will. She’s human, and not bound by the mating laws.”

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