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to ward off the cold, Axe scooped her off her feet.
    Befuddled but strangely content, she snuggled into his chest, slipped a couple of fingers underneath his jacket, and worked her way through a gap in his shirt to graze his chest. He was hot and hard and smelled of paradise.
    She was so ready.
    Her pussy clenched and contracted.
    He yanked the metal handle on the door to the greenhouse and kicked at the same time. A humid, hot wave of air blanketed them.
    She sniffed. “Orange trees. They smell wonderful.”
    “Wrong. You smell wonderful. Only you.” He nuzzled her neck. Nipped her claim spot. It felt so right. She arched to one side inviting him to taste more of her.
    He flicked her chin. “To me, Tania.”
    The way he stretched out her name had her on the brink.
    “Axe.” She loved the way his name rolled off her tongue.
    “We’ll talk later.”
    “Okay.” She didn’t need words. Just him inside her. Frantic, desperate to feel him, she tore at his jacket’s buttons. One went flying.
    He set her down. Grasped both of her hands with one of his and twisted her so she backed him.
    “Please. I want to see you this time,” she begged.
    For a spilt second he didn’t move. Then he lifted her off the dirt-packed ground until they were face to face. “Wrap your legs around me.”
    She obeyed him immediately. Her skirt fell back and she shivered.
    They both glanced down at her bare legs and the lacey red panties she wore.
    “Not going to work.” He untangled her from him.
    Puzzled, she watched him drop to one knee. He burrowed under her skirt and licked her clit through the lace. A sizzling bolt of lust sparked from scalp to bare toes. She wobbled and latched onto his shoulders.
    He tore the panties down to her ankles.
    She dug her nails into his jacket.
    “Let’s take the edge off for you,” he murmured, his lips grazing her pussy.
    He pressed one thumb to her clit. Thrust a finger into her core.
    “Axe,” she moaned and surrendered to the climax thundering through her.
    He rolled and pinched her clit. Caressed her folds. All the while finger fucking her into yet another orgasm. Right before her knees gave out, he swept her high against his chest, and stalked to a potting table lined with a clean sheet of vinyl.
    When he laid her down on the table, her legs dangled over the edge, and one of her shoes clunked off.
    She held her breath when he unbuttoned his pants and unzipped. His phenomenal cock sprang free. He was huge and hard, his foreskin drawn back tight to showcase the glorious reddened crown with its weeping slit. She salivated as the fragrance of his spicy arousal blossomed through the greenhouse.
    The narrow opening of his trousers squished a pair of massive testicles.
    When she reached for him, he caught her hands, and planted her fingers around his erection. “Put me in.”
    He flipped the silk skirt to her waist.
    Tania opened her legs wider and scooted closer to him all the while caressing his awe-inspiring, beautiful penis. She moaned when the tip of his dick rimmed her vagina.
    He lifted her leg and rested her bare foot on his chest.
    She arched off the table and more of him sank into her.
    He grabbed her butt cheeks, elevated her higher, and drove in to the hilt.
    She climaxed explosively. Her pussy contracted and released in rapid-fire jerks. Tania clung to his forearms. A violent series of shakes wracked her.
    He fucked her hard, plunging in and out. His cock stretched her to bursting.
    “Now,” he commanded. “Come for me, now.”
    She shrieked when he pinched her clit.
     
     
     

 
     
     

Chapter Seven
    Unable to resist, Axe nipped Tania’s claim spot. Breathed in the essence of his mate. Knew in that moment he couldn’t let her go. From the second he’d smelled her in the stadium, he’d been a goner. The need to claim her, to mark her, to protect her had overcome him.
    Mine. Mine. Mine.
    The word boomeranged in his head.
    His fangs ached. He ran his tongue over the pointy tips.