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At the sound of my name on his lips, my heart went wild in my chest. My body was aching, my pulse racing, desperate for what was about to happen, what we’d been building up to for so long. “Yes,” I rasped.

“The first time I fuck you will be like the animal I am, it’s what I need, what the beast in me needs.” He dragged his tongue up the side of my throat and nipped my ear as his hand slid down my stomach and between my legs, cupping me possessively. He pressed his middle finger in, making me moan. “You’ll get off on it, dove, you’ll love the way I fuck you.”

I shuddered again. “Warrick.” There was no missing the hunger, the desperate need, in my voice. I was basically begging for him to give that to me, and I didn’t even care.

“I’m here, dove,” he said. “And I’m not going anywhere.” His other hand went to my hip, while he rubbed, circled, between my thighs, spreading my wetness. My hips rocked against his fingers all on their own, seeking more. His hand left me, and I heard him spit before he was back, rubbing my pussy again. “Oil?”

“I don’t need it.” I’d never been so wet.

“Trust me, it’ll help,” he said and squeezed my hip again.

“In my bag.” There was a rustling, the sound of the lid opening. I looked over my shoulder and watched as he dripped the oil on his hand and rubbed it over his huge cock. My inner muscles clenched with need.

“Brace,” he growled.

I did as he said, digging my palms into the softly packed earth, then the head of his cock was against me. He pressed forward, sliding in an inch, and my head dropped, hanging from my shoulders as a low groan left me.

His big, rough-skinned hand rubbed up and down my back. “Can feel you clenching, dove. Don’t fight it.”

I blew out a breath, forcing my muscles to relax, and he slid in another inch.

“Fuck, that’s it. Made for me, every fucking part of you was made for me.” He growled and pushed in more.

I gasped for air, balancing on a precipice between pleasure and pain, wanting to pull away and push back all at the same time. Warrick decided for me. One hand on my shoulder, the other on my hip, he filled me, sliding in to the hilt.

I clawed at the forest floor, so full of him, surrounded by him, his heat, his scent, a writhing mix of pleasure and pain, I felt like I was spinning out of control.

Then with a snarl, he let go of my waist, hooked his arm under my hips, lifting me higher, and slid out. I was shaking uncontrollably and involuntarily jerked forward, not sure I was ready for him to fill me again. But he hauled me back, sliding all the way in once more, and I cried out.

This time there was less resistance, this time the pleasure outweighed the pain. He did it again, and I came with a high-pitched scream, the orgasm hitting me out of nowhere.

Warrick roared, all beast now, and fucked me faster, harder. “My dove loves the way her hound fucks her. Rough like an animal in the dirt.”

“Yes.”

“The way you feel…” He hissed, then barked out words that were more like harsh sounds, his language, and the same thing he’d said in the shower after he’d licked my scratched thighs and again in the cave when he’d been trying to wake me. “So tight, clutching at me.” He nipped at the side of my neck. “I’m losing my fucking mind, female, finally being inside you.”

He wasn’t the only one. I rocked back, shoving him deeper, and Warrick seemed to snap. If I thought he was fucking me before, I’d been wrong. All I could do was surrender to it, to him. His strong arms held me in place as he tugged me back, slamming forward, taking me like he’d promised.

It was too much, all of it, too intense. “I’m going to come,” I said. How was that possible?

“Wait for me,” he ordered.

I wasn’t sure I could. I could feel him growing larger inside me with every thrust, and if he wasn’t holding me up, I’d be flat on the forest floor. When he rocked back the next time, I was tugged back as well. Oh god, he was locked in place like he’d told me.

He groaned. “Don’t move.” Then I felt his teeth at my shoulder, his canines breaking skin as he held me tightly to him, rotating his hips and pulsing inside me, deep and strong. Each throb of his cock heightened my pleasure and the heat of his seed flooded me, setting off my own orgasm. The bite didn’t hurt, it warmed, tingled, somehow took me higher.

Finally, he released my shoulder and his roar echoed around the forest, startling sleeping birds from the trees, while I cried out helplessly, surrendering to the pleasure—to him.

His hips continued to rock until he wasn’t locked in place anymore, until he could slide in and out of me again, and all the while, his hand coasted up and down my spine, soothing, comforting.

He licked my shoulder several times, over his bite, making me shiver, then he slid out, and still behind me, he gripped my jaw and turned my head. “My dove,” he said, and kissed me, deep, calming.

I’d never heard that tone in his voice before, and it warmed me. God, I was barely conscious. Warrick laid me on the ground, and I heard him gathering our things. When I could move, he helped me dress, then lifted me off the ground, holding me to his chest.

“I can walk,” I said.

He pressed a kiss to my lips and held me closer. “I know.”