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Artie scrunches his brow while considering it. “Fine.”

“Good. And tomorrow, I’ll make you some new frogs. Even better ones.”

“Maybe I can have something else?”

Yeah, I guess havin’ a reminder of what he went through isn’t the best thing. I’ll learn.

“You got it.” I ruffle his hair and kiss his forehead. “Sleep now, buddy.”

He does, closing his eyes, drifting away in seconds. I can tell by the way his breathing changes.

Julia motions me away and we sneak out of there, to her room. Even though, for once, it’s the farthest thing from my mind, Julia starts to pull off her nightgown.

Now it’s at the forefront of my mind and my dick is making itself known. I no longer feel so tired. Yet, I hold myself back even though it goes against everything that I would normally do.

I put my hands on her shoulders. “Julia, no, honey. Not tonight. We need to get some sleep.”

She lifts her head, eyes snapping, and with that look I know there’s no way in hell I’m actually going to be able to resist.

“This has been the worst and longest day of my life,” Julia says, even though it’s technically the next day now, the small hours of the morning. “I’m exhausted, but I don’t think that I am going to be able to get any rest unless my man helps me to feel good and right in every single way possible.”

“I never could say no to you.” The wound on my arm stings like a motherfucker, but it’s the kind of pain that a man gets used to. It fades.

“From now on, you’re going to have an extra hard time saying it.”

“You’re always right.” I strip off my pants.

Julia makes her nightgown disappear and as pleasing to the eye as she was in that, nothing compares to the sight of her naked body. I go to her and pull her to me, running my hands from her hips and up to her shoulders. Her skin, smooth, soft, makes my fingertips tingle. As my heart starts beating faster and my blood pumps harder, all the aches and pains of the day fade away.

Julia threads her fingers into my hair and kisses me, her lips pressing firmly against mine. I give her what she wants, pushing my tongue between her lips to taste her. Beneath the minty sweetness of toothpaste is a deeper sweetness entirely her own. I wrap my hands around her face and kiss her harder, drinking her in.

Her breasts push soft on my hard chest. I take one in my hand, feeling the pleasing weight, and rub my thumb over her nipple. She sighs into my mouth and arches her back. “That’s it. That’s what I need, Wolf.”

“Anythin’ for you and you know it.” I push her back toward the bed and slide on after her. We tangle together, kissing and stroking one another. My cock throbs hotly and it’s all I can do to resist the urge to plunge right into her. I force myself to take my time, a sweet agony because it means I get to feel more of her, taste more of her.

I kiss my way down over her breasts and stomach, paying special attention to the silvery lines on her belly. I always appreciated them for what they were, a sign of what she endured to bring Artie into the world. They have even more meaning now that I know it was my son that she gave birth to.

I’ve missed so much. I won’t miss anything else.

Julia spreads her legs for me, and I dip between them, finding her wet and swollen, her folds gleaming with dew. I slide my tongue over her, feasting on her, taking her lips and pulling them into my mouth. She holds my head, her nails biting into my scalp, and grinds herself in my mouth. She breathes faster, harder, making little helpless moans.

I keep licking her, pressing my tongue flat against her. I work my way between her lips to lick directly at her entrance, teasing her aching hole. Every time, I press a little harder, go a little deeper. Her body grabs at me and tries to pull me in deeper. I give her all of my tongue, my lips sealed against hers while thrusting and swirling inside of her, eating her like she’s my last meal. Her juices flow into my mouth and I swallow them greedily, filling myself with her sweet nectar.

I slide my hands under her ass and hold her more firmly against my mouth while fucking her. Her cheeks tighten and she arches her back. Her thighs writhe as she thrusts herself on me. Her head tosses. From my angle, I see a wild woman heading straight for the edge. Fuck, my cock aches. I want to fall down that waterfall with her, to be churned and smashed into blissful oblivion at the bottom.

But even more than that, I want her to feel good. I would almost—almost—be willing to give up my own orgasms if it meant giving her the best one every time. I mean, almost. Because I’m still a man and not entirely insane.

“Wolf!” Julia cries my name in a strangled shout as she struggles to keep from waking up anyone else. She claws at my shoulders, pulling at me.

I know what she wants, because it’s what I want.

I pull away from her, my mouth dripping, her juices coating my chin, and leap up on top of her. I kiss her with her wetness still on my lips, the taste of her in my mouth, and slam my cock home where it belongs.

And my control shatters apart.

I fuck into her, my hips rearing back and slamming forward. I drive her down against the mattress with powerful, wild thrusts. Julia scratches my shoulders and back, leaving stinging marks that I will gladly wear. Because as much as she belongs to me, I belong to her. That’s what marking is, isn’t it?

It’s about ownership, yeah.