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    Drake nodded, zeroing in on the aching spot between her legs. “I’m going to devour you. Do you understand that?”
    Her breath caught in her throat. “Yes,” she rasped.
    In the moment, she wanted that more than oxygen. In fact, if he didn’t do something quick, she was going to go crazy.
    He ran a hand over his mouth as if he was imagining his lips on her. “Just so we’re clear.”
    Before she could answer, he broke the leash on his control, charging forward, falling to his knees and wrapping his arms around her waist. He buried his face in her belly, licking and sucking. She gasped and moaned at the surprise of his lips against her skin. He didn’t start at the top of her body and work his way down like she’d expected. No, instead he gripped her behind with both hands, bringing her right where he wanted her to be: centered over his hungry mouth.
    The first lick of his tongue against her sex made her cry out.
    “Fuck,” he hissed, before diving in for more.
    Ella squirmed, but he held her in place for his assault. And what a beautiful assault it was, his soft and urgent tongue lapping at the wetness he’d drawn from her. Her breath came faster the faster he moved, the heat building to an explosive level.
    “D-Drake?”
    He paused to look up at her, but the expression on his face was brutal, like she’d interrupted something of the utmost importance. “What?” he snapped.
    Her legs trembled worse than a leaf in a thunderstorm. She was so close to coming. She just needed…
    Drake got a wicked gleam in his eye, and before she could utter another word, he fell backward, taking her with him to the ground. He landed flat on his back, with her legs straddling his head.
    Ella yelped, trying not to sit on his face, but he just chuckled.
    “There,” he husked. “Comfortable?”
    Comfortable? Not exactly. She was spread wide open, hovering right over his mouth. It was a position of pure honesty. She couldn’t squeeze her legs together to escape him. She couldn’t hide any of her flaws or lessen his attention. But then she realized she didn’t want to.
    Drake didn’t wait for her response. He just went back to kissing her most intimate spot. His hand on the small of her back pressed her closer to his working mouth.
    Ella cried out. Inside she felt like she would shake apart. Wolf… wolf… wanted…
    She could feel the animal inside clawing to the surface. So close, but something was holding it back.
    Drake’s hand moved between her legs to tease her opening while his mouth tortured her clit.
    “Oh,” she groaned as he carefully slid a finger inside.
    Oh god. This was different than she remembered. All the times before, she’d never felt like she was going to fall into oblivion and explode at the same time.
    “Fuck,” he whispered against her tender flesh. His hot breath grazed her lips as he spoke. The scruff of his five o’clock shadow scratched the insides of her thighs while his finger pumped in and out. It was all so erotic. It almost felt like a dream.
    She felt the absence of his hand, then heard the zing of his zipper and his tortured sigh.
    “I’ve never been so hard in my life. I need to mark you so bad.” He delivered another long lick. “Keeping these pants on,” he muttered almost to himself. “Just need a little relief.”
    Ella started to scoot down. She’d show his body the same respect he showed hers. But his fingers gripped her thighs.
    “Where do you think you’re going?”
    “I want you in my mouth.” God, that sultry voice was back again. She felt like a sex kitten—or… sex wolf? Whatever.
    “I want that too.” His voice was strangled. “But if you go anywhere near my cock, this’ll be game over. We need your wolf to come out to play.”
    He was right. She wasn’t thinking straight. Damn it. “Okay.”
    “Now get your sweet ass back up here. Your mate wasn’t done licking.”

Chapter Eight
    Drake was famished, and his mate was fucking manna in