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Her whole body lit up.

His fingertips grazed her heated folds and she was suddenly aware just how turned on she was. It was more than the general she hadn’t been touched by a guy in a long while; it was because she was drawn so deeply to him.

Just being around him turned her on.

When the hell had that ever happened before?

She tipped her head back against the door and gripped his shoulders as he slowly slid a finger inside her. Then two. He fingered her slowly, deliberately, as he sucked on her neck. Her toes curled and she tilted her hips to meet his fingers.

A third joined the fun, and she sucked in a sharp breath at the way he stretched her just right.

And then his thumb pressed to her clit for the briefest of moments and she bit her lip.

Pushing his fingers in deep, Alfie whispered against her throat, “You’re so wet, you’re like a dream come true.”

“It’s just for you,” she said, feeling wanton and tingly in all the best ways.

He slipped his fingers from her, but before she could let out a disappointed sound, he held her close and carried her to the couch, laying her down and shoving her dress farther up her hips. Then he pulled her panties off in one wild, quick pull.

He was between her thighs a moment later, his face buried in her pussy and his tongue doing amazing swirls around her clit. His fingers returned and she arched up under him, her hands sliding into his hair and gripping the soft strands. He drove her expertly to a climax that made her whole body sing.

As she was swimming through the pleasure that wove around her, she watched him sit back on his heels, his lips glossy with her pleasure, pull off his sweater, and undo his jeans. He gripped his thick length and positioned it at her entrance, staring at her face and waiting until she reached for him.

He pushed inside her slowly and she tilted her hips to meet him. She grabbed the bottom of her dress and tugged it up her body, along with her bra, and he paused as he filled her fully, then bent and kissed her nipples.

The wait was blissful torture as he sucked on her nipples and stayed deep and unmoving inside her, but she loved it. She was sure she’d love anything he did to her.

He released her sensitive nipple from between his lips with a pop and then grinned at her. Curling over her, he slid his hands under her shoulders and kissed her, sweetly and deeply, and then he fucked her.

Moving hard and fast, he thrust and pulled out of her until every inch of her was singing in pleasure, his body hitting hers just right to careen her toward another great height of bliss. She could only hold on, only love every minute of the way he moved her around effortlessly under him, until he found just the right spot to send her over the edge again. He pounded into her and she gripped his strong shoulders, holding his gaze when he demanded she come for him again.

“Let me feel you, Myla. Mine. My Myla,” he chanted, his voice getting rougher and deeper as he seemed to be dancing on the edge of losing control.

She sank her nails into his back as she came hard, letting out a shout of pleasure and then whispering his name on a broken chant. He followed, plowing into her a few more times and gritting his teeth. He thrust one final time and her head kicked back, the pleasure spiraling inside her like ripples in a pond.

Kissing her lips, her cheeks, and her neck, he shuddered and pressed his face into the crux of her neck.

She wrapped her arms around him, feeling at once that things had moved far too fast and also just exactly right. As they both came down from the heights and it was just the two of them, wrapped up together and still mostly clothed, she felt closer to him than she had any right to after only knowing him for twenty-four hours. There wasn’t an ounce of regret in her, just certainty.

The romance movies she enjoyed had situations like this, where everything moved too fast but it all worked out anyway. Maybe this was what it was like when you finally were with the one person you were meant to find.

“I think you’re my soulmate, Alfie,” she said, kissing his jaw and hugging him.

He stiffened for a moment, inhaling sharply, then he lifted his head and gifted her with an amazing smile. “No thinking necessary, sweetheart. We’re definitely soulmates.”

Chapter Seven

Alfie could have stayed on the comfy couch with Myla for the rest of his life and been the happiest male on the planet. They’d been talking off and on since they’d made love, and his wolf had been incessantly suggesting another round in the bedroom. But despite how much he was digging just holding her, he couldn’t stay.

If he didn’t walk out of the apartment soon, the text messages and calls from Nathan and Hyde would start, and if he didn’t answer, they’d knock. The alphas were serious: no overnights, period. Which freaking sucked out loud.

Because Myla seemed perfectly content in his arms.

“Hey,” he said, whispering.

“Why are you whispering?”

“I…don’t know,” he said with a chuckle. “I absolutely hate myself, but I have to get going. I’ve got an early day tomorrow.”