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His dick began to swell at the base. His mating instincts were on overdrive, ready to seal his sperm inside her. If he didn’t get out of her blistering pussy right away, their fates would be cemented.
    He had to stop inhaling her fragrance. Had to force his fingers to stop petting her satin-soft skin. Had to stop tasting and feeling the pulse beating in the hollow of her throat. She was making these sweet little noises, a whimper-purring kind of sound.
    Axe boosted himself onto his forearms and glanced down at her.
    She wore a Madonna smile.
    He grinned. Kissed the tip of her nose.
    Her eyelids flew up. She stared at him. Color rioted across her face. She ducked her head. Clamped a hand over her eyes. “I can’t believe we just…”
    Nudging her chin, he teased, “Fucked like minxes?”
    She whipped her hand away and wrinkled her nose at him. “Do you have to put it that way?”
    “My bad. Made love like minxes.” He waggled his brows. “Better?”
    “No.” She shoved at his chest. “How long—”
    “Not long enough. Next fuck, we take our time.” He forced himself to ease out of her tight, hot pussy. Regret dogged every millimeter of his withdrawal. He stared at the damp mahogany curls framing her core. Blew out a sigh when his cock popped out of her with a loud sucking noise. His dick had found home and didn’t want to leave.
    He yanked out his pocket square and gently wiped the creamy dampness from her folds. Every instinct urged him to roll her over onto her hands and knees, instead he patted dry her pubic hair, and reluctantly pulled her skirt back into place.
    “You’ll have to write off the panties. They got ground into the dirt.” He bent down, retrieved the brown-stained strip of lace, absently rubbed the crotch over his nose, and then stuck the underwear in his pants pocket.
    “Now. Let’s get you looking presentable.” He helped her to sit up and then hunted for her missing shoe. He snatched it from under the table. “K. It’s Cinderella time.”
    He knelt, and took his time strapping on the sexy sandals, pausing often to knead her arch, and tickle the underside of her cute toes. She play-kicked at him and giggled. “Stop.”
    Giving her ankle one last kiss, he stood, and pulled her off the table.
    Brisk footsteps hammered past the greenhouse. He hooked an arm around her waist and pressed a finger to her lips. They waited in silence until the clomping faded.
    “Stay while I check the area,” he whispered.
    She nodded her understanding.
    Axe exited the greenhouse, but stayed in the shadows of the glass. In the distance, he glimpsed three uniformed men carrying a large steel vat. He guessed from the strong milk and fish aroma that the first course, clam chowder, was about to be served.
    Ducking back inside, he said, “All clear. Just the kitchen staff.”
    Finger-combing her lush brown locks, she walked to his side.
    He caught her mood change from the lock of her jaw. Regret had set in.
    “No one can know about this.”
    Axe grit his teeth. “I wasn’t about to broadcast our fucking.”
    She narrowed her eyes and jammed both hands on her hipbones. “And there isn’t going to be a next time.”
    “Then I’d better get this in now.” Axe hauled her to him and took her mouth. He coaxed her tongue into play. She tasted all minty and spicy. He drowned in the flavor of her, sucking and sipping, exploring all her secrets.
    A door slammed.
    He froze, licked her bottom lip to reassure her, before cocking his head and listening.
    “What?” She gripped his lapels and twisted around him.
    Axe sniffed. No mistaking that Wylfen aroma, or the rhythm of the alpha wolf’s unique lope. “Your brother, Mishe. He’s heading this way.”
    She gasped. “If he finds us together he’ll kill you.”
    “I’ll go in first and distract him. You duck into the Ladies’ and make a show of coming out. Got that?” Axe didn’t like the idea of leaving her alone, but if she went in first, and then he