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“Do you have any idea what you do to me?” he whispered. “I would drive a hundred miles just to have you touch me. I’d worship you for a kiss.”

She was smiling at him, but her eyes were serious. “I want more than that,” she said. “I want you to make love to me.”

They were surrounded by nothing but the night. Cicadas chirped in the trees, and the air lay on him like a warm blanket. Sweat stood up from his skin, from the heat of her, and he wanted to feel her naked.

He unfastened her jeans, baring her creamy skin, pulling off her shirt and unwrapping her breasts like a present.

“Those freckles,” he said, his wolf vision picking them out even in the moonlight. “I have to kiss them all.”

He moved his lips over her shoulders, her breasts, kiss after kiss, now and then sucking the freckled skin into his mouth in a tiny love-bite.

She was trembling with need, he could feel it. He cupped her breasts and kissed one dark aureole, then the other, moving back and forth, laving them with his tongue. The feel of her nipple pebbling up in his mouth made his cock throb.

“I want every piece of you,” he said. “Body and soul.” He sucked harder on her breast, and she whimpered, arching her back and running her hands over his shoulders. He moved his lips desperately over her chest, her neck, whispering words of love and adoration.

He reached the necklace, the symbol of her binding, and she stilled. He could feel her rejection of it, her belief that he needed to reject it too.

He kissed the stone in the center of the necklace, feeling its heat. Then he kissed his way up the side of the necklace, letting her feel his lips and tongue through the lacy openwork of the metal. “This,” he whispered, “will never keep us apart.” He moved across to the other side. “All it does is remind me of all the magnificence you have inside.”

He felt something inside her loosen, and she melted against him. He worked his way up to her lips again, tasting her, claiming her, opening himself to her the way she opened to him.

Her soft breasts and taut belly pressed against him, skin to skin, making him shiver with desire. Want, his wolf was chanting. Claim her. Make her love us.

She loves us, Israel told him. But she’s wild. She has to choose to come to us.

Ashley was running her hands up and down his back, her hands molding the muscles. She dropped her hands to his ass, stroking, running her fingers lightly across the small of his back.

He shivered. He felt Ashley smile against his lips, and she slid her hips back and reached down to grasp his cock in a long, slow stroke.

He moaned. Her hands were strong and yet velvety soft, except for the callused tips of her left fingers. She dragged them slowly up the underside of his shaft, cupping his balls with the other hand. His dick flexed, huge and swollen with wanting her.

She ran her thumb over the slick drop of moisture at the tip, sliding it over the head. His wolf started a purring growl like he’d never uttered before.

Israel had never felt this good before.

Ashley’s hands moved rhythmically over his shaft, sliding, caressing. Israel wrapped his hand around the back of her head and kissed her, slowly and deeply, his tongue thrusting in rhythm with her strokes.

The feeling built and built, as if it could go on forever. Just when he was about to tear her pants right off her and bury himself inside her, she gave him a shove backward and slid down off the car hood. Before he could recover, she was on her knees in front of him, her hands on his bare ass and his shaft in her mouth.

All he could do was stand there, his hands braced on the car hood, while she loved his cock slowly, slowly, making sexy noises of pleasure while she did it. She wouldn’t let up—just kept up her slow tortuous loving until Israel felt like his mind was leaving his body. His whole world was the sight of her kneeling before him, the feel of her hands and her sexy wet mouth, and the slow spiraling clench in his belly that just built and built like a tsunami that was never going to break.

He had to have her.

He grabbed her hands and pulled her up. When he grasped the top of her jeans, his claws came out of their own volition, shredding the fabric and tearing it off her, along with her panties.

Then he lifted her back onto the hood of the car and spread her thighs. With one thrust he impaled her with his huge, needy cock. He meant to take his time, to take care of her and make sure she came first, but the moment he felt her tight, slick wetness around him he lost his fucking mind.

He wrapped one hand around the small of her back and the other around the back of her neck and slammed into her, burying himself to the hilt over and over. She was crying out, wordless, desperate cries, her hands wrapped around his arms so hard the nails bit into him, her hips bucking to meet each thrust.

It was less than a minute—he couldn’t hold back, not after the incredible gift she’d given him. He threw back his head and howled, giving voice to his wolf until all the feelings and emotions spilled out of him with his seed and poured into her.

He thrust again and again, wanting to touch her soul, make her his, and she urged him on.

Finally, spent, he stood panting, her legs wrapped around his hips, his cock still pulsing with aftershocks, stroking her thighs and her belly and her hair, unable to stop touching her.

He wanted to tell her he was sorry to be so selfish, that he couldn’t stop himself, that he loved her beyond reason, but the words wouldn’t come. He saw her smiling up at him, looking lazily satisfied—but it wasn’t enough.

She deserved more. She always deserved more.

Still inside her, he pulled away just enough to slide his hand between their bodies. He found the sweet nub at the top of her sex and stroked it, feeling her quiver at the touch.

“Mmm.” She rolled her hips, her head lolling back, and then leaned back and braced herself with her arms.

He continued to stroke her, playing with her clit, leaving it to caress her hips or her inner thighs, then circling back to tease it again.

He went slow with her, the way she had with him, watching her face, the way her body tensed and relaxed, drawing her gradually to the brink.

He felt himself growing hard again inside her, so aroused by her that it took almost no time for him to be ready to pleasure her again. She closed her eyes, moving in slow ecstasy against his hand, her thighs completely open to him, the scent of their lovemaking filling his senses.

When he was completely hard he began moving in and out, withdrawing and sliding his fingers into her wet folds, then pressing in again so he filled her, his thumb moving on her clit. She began moaning, her whole being focused on the way he was making her feel.

He could see her losing control in a way he’d never seen before, no fear or self-consciousness, no awareness of her surroundings, giving herself completely into his hands and the pleasure of his body. The wave rose in him again, and he took her over the crest with him, her whole body shuddering as she called out his name over and over.