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It wasn’t long until that pleasure, already so heightened ever since Klyte had come back into my life, started to become nearly unbearable. The fire in me was burning more and more frantically, that need growing to levels I hadn’t thought possible. My mind raced as the sensation grew and grew until I shattered into a million pieces.

I screamed, my back arching in pleasure as the orgasm consumed me. Klyte kept thrusting inside me until he shuddered his release.

I took rapid, shallow breaths as the pleasure subsided. But even after climaxing, I didn’t feel fully satisfied. Not yet. My body still craved him, and my wolf wanted more.

Chapter 15 - Klyte

Jenn panted, her breasts heaving as I slid out of her. She looked at me through heavy-lidded eyes that were still filled with unmistakable lust. My wolf snarled as I took in her naked body. He was nowhere near satisfied. He wanted to keep fucking, to keep going until she screamed over and over again, not just once. It was enough to make me want to plunge into her again to see how long it took to make her come a second time.

“My turn,” she whispered into my ear before nipping the lobe playfully. She dropped to her knees, taking my still-hard cock in her hand. She began pumping slowly but rhythmically as her free hand moved to my balls, grasping them firmly in a way that made me groan.

I thought her hands could do wonders, but that was nothing compared to when her mouth wrapped around my dick, her tongue flicking the tip expertly as she bobbed up and down. She glanced up at me, her head continuing to move as she kept eye contact. I tangled my fingers in her hair, my grip tightening as the intense pressure and pleasure kept building.

“Oh, fuck,” I groaned.

She smiled around my cock. And that seductive look sent me over.

I continued thrusting as her mouth filled with my cum, moaning as my cock pulsed between her lips. My muscles relaxed as she slid my cock from her mouth and licked her lips.

“God, I needed that,” Jenn said, standing and stretching. “You’re amazing stress relief, you know that?” She glanced around, as if only now realizing that we were naked and in the kitchen. “Um, we might want to put back on our clothes.”

We did, and after that was done, I turned back to her. “Weren’t you coming down here for a snack or something?” I asked.

“Oh, yeah. I guess I was,” she said.

“What was it again? Peanut butter and jalapeños?”

“Don’t you laugh,” she warned.

“I’m not,” I said, even though my chuckles contradicted that claim. “I was checking to see what I needed to make for you.”

“If you’re offering, I’m not going to say no,” she said. “I’m going to take a shower, though.”

She left, and I rummaged around until I came across the two required ingredients. I took my time fixing it, though. I could hear the shower running upstairs, and I used the time to let my thoughts roam. They were scattered all over the place at the moment, and I needed to think.

Jenn wasn’t mad at me. I was relieved that she wasn’t, but I hadn’t realized how relieved I would feel. I’d been preparing for her to tell me to get lost, but she hadn’t. And the fact that she wanted me around made me happier than I thought possible.

Everything about Jenn made me happy, though. Being near her, the fact that she wasn’t mad at me—or at least wasn’ttoomad—for shutting her out when we were kids. The way we sparred back and forth, and how she never backed down. I’d known for years that I was attracted to her, but this felt like more. If this were only about the sex, would I have still felt this way about her? The answer was no, obviously.

I’d dated women before, had casual flings and hook-ups as well. But this was different. I’d never felt about any of them the way I felt about Jenn. I’d never experienced that same fearof losing them the way I did now. I’d never wanted to always be by their side as I did with Jenn. My wolf had never reacted as strongly to another female the way he did to Jenn and her wolf. He had never been fixated on another’s scent the way he was with Jenn’s. It was so enticing, and seemed to linger in my mind long after it had dissipated in the air.

The only logical explanation was that I’d fallen for Jenn, and hard. But falling for her created even more complications. Because even though I had told her what had really happened with her dad, that didn’t clear away the guilt currently washing over me. Only, the guilt had mutated. Instead of feeling guilty for not telling Jenn everything, now I felt guilty for betraying Malcolm. He had helped raise me. Ignoring his wishes felt like a massive betrayal. Jenn now knew why I’d avoided her for so long, and that was honestly a relief. And I knew now that I cared about Jenn more than I probably should, which also felt like a massive betrayal to Malcolm.

At the same time, there was no way in hell I was calling it quits. Now that I’d been with Jenn, I didn’t think I could be happy with anyone else. I couldn’t imagine my life with another shifter. Even if Jenn weren’t having my cub, I would have felt the same. I wasn’t here out of obligation. I was here for her.

I wanted to tell her how I felt. She deserved that after so many lies.

The shower turned off, and a few minutes later, Jenn came back down the stairs, her hair damp. Even in a tank top and sweatpants, she looked gorgeous.

“What? No marshmallows?” she teased.

“I was joking,” I said. “You can’t honestly tell me that you want marshmallows with jalapeños and peanut butter.”

“Well, I didn’t,” Jenn said, then grinned a little sheepishly. “But when I was in the shower, I realized how good the marshmallows sounded. So now I kind of want them.”

I gave an exaggerated bow. “As my lady commands,” I said. “Assuming you have them here.”

“Third cabinet from the sink.”

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