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weight of her baby belly might be too much in this position. But if he did this right, she’d only feel bliss.
    When she was ready, he stood back, looking at her beautiful ass in the air and their connection. Without touching her, he pulled slowly out, and then eased back in. There was something extremely erotic about fucking her like this, keeping his hands from her. It was a challenge, and it would make it oh so sweeter when he finally let his touch graze her.
    He plunged in again, hard this time, so she had to hold herself still.
    “Blister,” she hissed. “Touch me.”
    “No, baby.”
    He increased his speed, hips swinging, his wolf relishing the sound of their bodies slapping together so carnally.
    She moaned, and his cock got impossibly harder, squeezing into her tight pussy with each pump.
    “My very naughty mate, you’ve been a bad girl. Now I’m going to make you pay.” He was going to make her come so hard she’d see stars and be trembling for hours. It was very possible everyone out there would know exactly what they’d been doing.
    She gazed at him over her shoulder, her lids at half mast. “You going to spank me?” she asked, biting her lip. And his wolf went howling wild.
    Oh, shit . He wanted to do that. Smack his palm on that cute little ass and watch it bounce while she moaned in pleasure.
    But not now. Not when she was carrying his young and her body was pushed to the limit.
    Blister shook his head, his eyes burning into her. In a swift move, he buried himself to the hilt and reached around front to rub his mate’s clit, wringing gasps from her lips. He felt her body grip his erection and in return, he relentlessly stroked her.
    But not yet. He wouldn’t let her come yet.
    Pulling his hand away, he gripped her hips and pounded into her, bringing himself to the edge of release while she grunted with his efforts.
    “Blisterrr.” She moaned his name and he was done for.
    Circling her clit again, he brought her to the peak of pleasure and her pulsing carried him over the edge…
    Falling, falling, falling. He’d never reach the bottom. He was just going to fall, happily with Annie for the rest of his goddamn life. Because this was the truth: any trouble that came their way had to go through her, and she turned everything to fucking gold. She was pure magic, and she was his.
    Along with the wiggly thing inside her.
    Blister tried to catch his breath, but the damn air was elusive. He slowly eased from his mate’s body and she winced.
    “Are you okay?” he managed through his attempt at air.
    She giggled, resting her cheek on the desktop to look at him. “Of course. You’ve never hurt me, Blister. It’s just really sensitive right now.”
    “What is?”
    “My… down there.”
    God, she was so cute. Seductive sex-kitten one minute, can’t even say pussy the next.
    He tucked his spent cock into his jeans and zipped them up before sliding his hand over the curve of her ass to her wet opening.
    “Sensitive how?” he asked, rubbing so gently to ease any sting with their mating bond. “Sore?”
    She inhaled on a hiss. “No. Not sore. More like… any little thing could set me off.”
    His lips quirked. “Set you off, huh?”
    She nodded, her curls brushing the desk. “You think they’ll come looking for us if we just stay here for a while?”
    He didn’t much care if they did. He was going to see what else he could do to set off his mate.

Chapter Ten
     
    This was Blister’s fourteenth night of sleeping in front of the damn Christmas tree. The thing was beautiful, he’d give it that. And it smelled nice.
    Annie had picked out sparkly red balls and humongo jingle bells. All sorts of glittery things hung from the branches of the evergreen. Tiny race car ornaments added a personal touch, and the bow at the top was made of checkered flag ribbon. It twinkled to the tune of White Christmas, and if he was really fucking honest, it did make their home more Holly Jolly.
    But he’d still