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khaki pants. A white undershirt still blocked her hands from the warmth of his skin. “You need to be naked, too.”
Allan growled, but yanked both shirts over his head and shucked out of his pants in what had to be record time. His erection jutted out from a next of dark curled hair, hungry and hard.
Her clit throbbed, excitement building and coiling inside. Her eyes widened when she looked up and met his gaze again. He wanted her. She sucked in a quick breath, trying to ward off the tears welling in her eyes. Sex was her goal, not turning into a mushy ball of female hormones. Still, Reyna wished he’d say something. All she’d heard since they left the kitchen were growls and groans. It wouldn’t kill him to speak a little.
He stepped closer, pressing his erection against her stomach and sending a shiver of anticipation through her body. Allan lifted and laid her out on the bed beneath him.
She wanted this so much it felt instinctual. The prospect of returning to New Orleans the next day and possibly never seeing him again had been eating her from the inside out—thus the Stepford display in the kitchen.
Her core tingled, praying to the gods he would be merciful soon and let her come. She arched against him, seeking the pressure she needed to release the coiled tension writhing within her.
Allan moved above her, pressing the thick ridge of his cock against her slick pussy. He pushed forward, seating himself completely with one stroke. Her orgasm-tender muscles clenched around his wide girth.
Reyna clung to his back as he worked himself in and out, thrusting harder with each stroke. She met his dark gaze for a second before he closed his eyes.
Why wouldn’t he want to look at her?
She was his fantasy. She’d given him everything and more.
Her mind wasn’t allowed to wander for long.
He closed his mouth around her nipples again, scraping his teeth against the tender flesh all the while pumping in and out of her until their bodies were slicked with sweat. They writhed and rocked together until he found that perfect spot. Her pussy clenched and milked him until he joined with her, climaxing and filling her with his semen.
He shouted, thrusting once more. Hard. Deep.
When both their bodies began to relax, he sank down, lowering his body against her. He slanted his mouth over hers again. Reyna melted into his gentleness, thanking the gods she’d given him this one last chance. He’d finally realized what he would be missing. What they both would miss if he shunned Fate.
“You’re right,” Allan said, then rolled to his side, bringing her with him. “You’d be better than a human wife.”
Air whooshed from her lungs and pain wrenched her heart.
He tucked her tightly against his hard body, but the comfort of his touch had turned to pain.
Moments later his breathing evened out as his body settled toward sleep.
A wife…not a mate. He didn’t want to bond. A wife wasn’t good enough for Reyna. She needed more than that. Sharing the essense of their souls was what wolves were supposed to do. It made them stronger. It healed them and she needed to be healed from the pain she carried around with her every day. Only a mate could make her whole again.
A tear rolled down her cheek and she moved slowly, working her loose from his arms. Reyna would never regret sharing her body with the man Fate had chosen for her, but she couldn’t give up everything that made her who she was. She was a wolf. An enforcer. She lived to protect the pack and those she loved. She’d been a fool to think she’d ever be anything but miserable baking pies and participating in local book clubs.
She lived and breathed magick and her pack. It was in her blood and if Allan couldn’t accept that. Love that. Want that. He didn’t deserve her.
She slunk through his house, silent and broken-hearted. This was supposed to have fixed everything, instead it’d shown her no matter what she did, he would still wish she wasn’t the
Allan growled, but yanked both shirts over his head and shucked out of his pants in what had to be record time. His erection jutted out from a next of dark curled hair, hungry and hard.
Her clit throbbed, excitement building and coiling inside. Her eyes widened when she looked up and met his gaze again. He wanted her. She sucked in a quick breath, trying to ward off the tears welling in her eyes. Sex was her goal, not turning into a mushy ball of female hormones. Still, Reyna wished he’d say something. All she’d heard since they left the kitchen were growls and groans. It wouldn’t kill him to speak a little.
He stepped closer, pressing his erection against her stomach and sending a shiver of anticipation through her body. Allan lifted and laid her out on the bed beneath him.
She wanted this so much it felt instinctual. The prospect of returning to New Orleans the next day and possibly never seeing him again had been eating her from the inside out—thus the Stepford display in the kitchen.
Her core tingled, praying to the gods he would be merciful soon and let her come. She arched against him, seeking the pressure she needed to release the coiled tension writhing within her.
Allan moved above her, pressing the thick ridge of his cock against her slick pussy. He pushed forward, seating himself completely with one stroke. Her orgasm-tender muscles clenched around his wide girth.
Reyna clung to his back as he worked himself in and out, thrusting harder with each stroke. She met his dark gaze for a second before he closed his eyes.
Why wouldn’t he want to look at her?
She was his fantasy. She’d given him everything and more.
Her mind wasn’t allowed to wander for long.
He closed his mouth around her nipples again, scraping his teeth against the tender flesh all the while pumping in and out of her until their bodies were slicked with sweat. They writhed and rocked together until he found that perfect spot. Her pussy clenched and milked him until he joined with her, climaxing and filling her with his semen.
He shouted, thrusting once more. Hard. Deep.
When both their bodies began to relax, he sank down, lowering his body against her. He slanted his mouth over hers again. Reyna melted into his gentleness, thanking the gods she’d given him this one last chance. He’d finally realized what he would be missing. What they both would miss if he shunned Fate.
“You’re right,” Allan said, then rolled to his side, bringing her with him. “You’d be better than a human wife.”
Air whooshed from her lungs and pain wrenched her heart.
He tucked her tightly against his hard body, but the comfort of his touch had turned to pain.
Moments later his breathing evened out as his body settled toward sleep.
A wife…not a mate. He didn’t want to bond. A wife wasn’t good enough for Reyna. She needed more than that. Sharing the essense of their souls was what wolves were supposed to do. It made them stronger. It healed them and she needed to be healed from the pain she carried around with her every day. Only a mate could make her whole again.
A tear rolled down her cheek and she moved slowly, working her loose from his arms. Reyna would never regret sharing her body with the man Fate had chosen for her, but she couldn’t give up everything that made her who she was. She was a wolf. An enforcer. She lived to protect the pack and those she loved. She’d been a fool to think she’d ever be anything but miserable baking pies and participating in local book clubs.
She lived and breathed magick and her pack. It was in her blood and if Allan couldn’t accept that. Love that. Want that. He didn’t deserve her.
She slunk through his house, silent and broken-hearted. This was supposed to have fixed everything, instead it’d shown her no matter what she did, he would still wish she wasn’t the
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