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Still flushed, but more aroused, Sophie cupped his balls and licked her lips.
    “God, you were made for me. You know that?”
    She blinked up at him. “You think?”
    He pinched her nipple and watched her eyes glaze over. “I know.” He moved back, pulling himself away from her, and propped her up on her pillow, so that her head was back against the headboard. “That’s good. Now open up.” He straddled her waist again, but in this position, his cock met her lips with ease. “I want you to suck me until I tell you to stop.”
    She opened her mouth, her hair spilling over her shoulders and breasts, her mouth glistening with saliva, her scent musky with need.
    “Now, baby. Open wider.” He put himself at her lips and inched inside.
    Her lips felt like heaven, so soft yet firm, slick and hot. He couldn’t help pumping, the sight of her like a dream come true.
    “You don’t know how often I jacked off to this image. I used to come hard, thoughts of fucking your sweet mouth enough to get me off in like two seconds.” He moaned and widened his stance when she cupped his balls. “Yeah, baby. Rub ’em. Harder.”
    When she did, a spurt of precum hit her tongue.
    “See how hard you make me? You are so fucking sexy. It was so tough to give you space. I wanted you to want me back, not be afraid of me.”
    He fucked her mouth while he spoke, giving her the fantasy he couldn’t shake. “I want to watch you lick me down. But you want a sixty-nine first, don’t you?”
    She nodded enthusiastically and sucked harder.
    “No, stop.” He nearly came. “I don’t want to fill your mouth. Not yet. I left you all wet.” He waited for the shock to set in, but she let him slide from her mouth and smiled.
    “I like it. I like you inside me.”
    He heard the wolf in her answer, and his approved. “Good. Because we’re not doing condoms.”
    She shook her head.
    “And if you’re pregnant, so much the better.” Should he tell her how much he loved her now? No. He wanted to give her the romance, but tonight was all about dirty, sexy fucking. A treat for his sexually starved mate. The poor thing.
    He grinned. “Man. I never imagined tonight would happen like this. You are awesome, you know that?”
    She smiled back, and he wanted to think he saw her heart in her eyes. That the love he felt was so full because some of it was a reflection of what she felt. He knew so much about her. Her likes and dislikes, her styles in fashion and décor, how she preferred banana to strawberry and couldn’t stand peanuts. But this intimacy between them he couldn’t have imagined.
    Monty moved back and lay down. Then he motioned for her to come over him. “Turn around and put that perfect mouth around my cock. Yeah, that’s it.” He groaned when she engulfed him. “This won’t last long. Shit.” He arched his hips when she grazed her teeth along the underside of his crown. “Now put that pussy over my mouth. I need to lick that cream. Oh yeah. You are wet, aren’t you?”
    He loved their combined scent, but it was her need that pulled at him. His wolf circled inside him, needing to feel it. Monty licked her and sucked her. He slid his finger inside her, then added another. And when she increased her fervor, mouthing his cock like a pro, he slicked his pinky through her juices and rimmed her asshole.
    She moaned and took him to the back of her throat, gagging as she did so.
    He held on hard to stop from coming. Monty pulled back from her clit. “Go easy, baby. Don’t hurt yourself.” But his frisky mate did it again. At first awkward, it didn’t take her long to master the art of deep-throating.
    She pulled away to say, “I practiced on a banana. Well, a condom-covered one. I wanted to be ready for you.”
    For me, or for someone else, he wanted to ask. But she resumed her feast, and he could no longer think. He gave himself up to instinct as he layered another scent marker over her, pleased as hell when she gave her own right