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“Why?”
Hawk didn’t answer with words. Only lined himself up with my body and entered me with one long, delicious thrust. Deep inside me, pleasure tingled, like his cock had found a secret button to push and make me moan.
“That’s why,” he finally said.
Every movement of his hips gave me more of that feeling, and it clicked in my horny, hazy mind. His piercing was the source of that pleasure. Tiny fireworks exploded behind my eyes. Sparks that spread.
“I—” My whole body shook. An orgasm approached. Probably the fastest I’d ever come in my life, if you didn’t count the three hour edging session we’d just had.
“I see those thoughts in there,” Hawk’s voice teetered on the edge of an Alpha bark. “Don’t think yourself out of pleasure, baby girl. Close your eyes and hold on to me. Nothing else, understand?”
There was no chance to respond. I wrapped my arms around his neck just in time.
Hawk fucked me. No other words. Ruthless and raw, pushing us both into the bed until the headboard slammed against the wall, marking the rising pleasure like a beating drum.
It came so fast I gasped, one second rising, the next second crashing over me so quickly I was no longer in control of myself. My body arched. My limbs shook. My voice came out ragged, begging for more, and he gave it to me.
Hawk gave me absolutely everything.
I was long past the orgasm, slipping down into the bliss of still feeling him, aftershocks shimmering in my bones, when he slid home and locked us together. I swore light flashed behind my eyes.
Hearing his moan nearly made me come all over again. “Just a little deeper. Even with my knot, you can take more.” And he did press harder, deeper, knot bumping up against every piece of me that needed it. “You did so good.”
For a minute we simply breathed each other in, his forehead resting against mine. Then he laughed softly. “The only thing I wish I’d done differently is eat your pussy first. I still haven’t tasted you, and I’m jealous.”
That made me smile. “It didn’t seem like you could wait.”
“I definitely, definitely couldn’t. Not after seeing you in all those positions and poses. There wasn’t a single one I don’t want to fuck you in.”
“I think you’ll have to wait,” I breathed, slowly wrapping my legs around his hips. “I can barely move right now, let alone do that again.”
Smiling, he kissed me, deepening the way our lips met until he had me questioning my own statement. “We’re going to work on that.”
“In what way?”
“You’re going to need more orgasm stamina for all the things we want to do to you, baby girl.”
I rolled my eyes but pulled him closer, savoring the feeling of his weight on me. “I can barely get there as it is.”
“Contrary to popular belief, orgasming is a skill, and you need practice. Maybe it will always be a little harder for you than someone else, but I’m guessing with some practice and some Alphas who are willing to practicethoroughly and often, it will get easier.” His nose brushed mine. “If you want that, of course.”
How could I say no to that? I didn’t think there was anyone in the world who would say no to more orgasms. “Guess I’ll need to practice a lot before the wedding.”
Hawk nodded slowly, but he didn’t seem thrilled by that statement. “Yeah. Before the wedding.”
I chose not to focus on the idea that my lack of orgasms could be because Beau hadn’t cared enough to really try. I’d come, but not nearly every time. Nope. Not thinking about that when I was fully blissed out.
A different question popped into my head. “When we first met, I asked you why people call you Hawk. Is there a reason the story couldn’t be told right then?”
Chuckling, he pulled us onto our sides, my leg draped wantonly over his hip while his knot still stretched me full. “No. We just didn’t want to linger in the airport. I did some falconry when I was a kid.”
“Then why isn’t your nickname ‘falcon?’”
His large hand stroked over my hair, my whole body leaning into the touch like I was a cat lounging in the sun. “I worked with a hawk. People just call the training of birds of prey, in general, falconry now. But I quickly got the nickname ‘hawk boy,’ in school because I spent so much time doing it, and you know kids. They go for the easy nicknames. In high school I embraced it, dropped the ‘boy,’ and it stuck.”
The soft ambient light of the studio revealed the truth of Hawk’s eyes. As dark as they looked, they weren’t black. Instead, they were the deepest of browns when you could really see them. I reached out and traced the lines of his face, marveling at them.
Was I sex drunk? I felt so relaxed and easy. It wasn’t normal.
