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She’s standing right in front of us.

Too far.

Selena holds out her hand, and I take it.

Twenty minutes later, we reach our secluded waterfall.

Moonlight catches the rising mist. Water crashes into the pool below, drowning out the last of the noise lingering in my head.

Selena slips off her shoes and sits on our flat rock, trailing her feet through the water. I settle beside her, our shoulders touching.

“Better?” she asks.

“Considerably.”

“I thought so.”

I tuck a strand of hair behind her ear. She turns into my palm, her eyes closing briefly.

For once, there is no file between us. No petition waiting for a signature. No knock on the study door.

Only my mate, looking at me as though she knows exactly how much I need this.

I lean closer and kiss her.

Her fingers curl into my shirt. She draws me toward her, and the soft sound she makes against my mouth sends heat through the bond.

Mine, my Lycan murmurs.

The kiss deepens, and her fingers slide beneath my shirt. Her nails drag across my chest, leaving thin lines of heat that make my Lycan stir. I growl low in my throat, pulling her onto my lap as the waterfall thunders behind us. The mist curls around our bodies, cool against the fire building in my gut.

Her mouth breaks from mine and finds my neck. Her teeth graze the spot where my pulse hammers, and my cock hardens so fast it aches. My hands grip her waist, fingers pressing into the soft curve of her hips. She is warm and solid and here, and the bond between us hums like a plucked wire.

"I need you," she breathes against my skin. The words vibrate through me, and I answer by gripping the neckline of her shirt and tearing it aside. The fabric rips with a sound swallowed by the falls. Her breasts are bare to the moonlight and the cool mist, her nipples tightening instantly from the air. My mouth latches onto one, licking a slow circle around the stiff peak before suckling hard. She arches into me, her spine curving, a moan slipping from her throat. Her hands fist in my hair, pulling me closer, guiding me. I switch to the other breast, tongue circling the tight bud, flicking it, then sucking it deep into my mouth. Her fingers tighten in my hair until my scalp burns.

"Rylan..." My name on her lips is a broken thing. I press my teeth to her nipple, not biting, just holding, and her whole body shudders against mine.

She pushes me back onto the flat rock. The stone is cool and smooth beneath my shoulders as she straddles me, her dark hair falling around us like a curtain. Her green eyes hold mine in the moonlight, bright and hungry. Her fingers work my belt, yanking leather free, pulling the zipper down. She frees my cock, and the cool mist hits the heated skin for half a second before her hand wraps around me. She strokes me once, twice, her grip firm, thumb sliding across the slick head. My hips buck into her fist.

Then she lowers her mouth.

Her lips part around the head of my cock, and she takes me deep in one slow slide. Wet heat swallows me. My hand flies to her hair, gathering the black strands, holding them back so I can watch. Her mouth stretches around my shaft, cheeks hollowing as she sucks. Her tongue swirls against the underside, tracing the thick vein, and a groan tears out of my chest. My hips buck upward, pushing deeper, and she takes it, her throat relaxing around me.

She pulls back, tongue flicking the sensitive head, then sinks down again. My fingers tighten in her hair. The wet, obscene sound of her mouth on my cock mixes with the steady pulse of the waterfall. My Lycan snarls beneath my skin, clawing to take over.

"Enough," I rasp. My voice comes out wrecked, barely human. I grip her shoulders and lift her. She gasps as I pull her up, her lips swollen and glistening. I flip her beneath me on the rock, and her back arches, her curvy body silvery in the moonlight filtering through the falls. Her legs part for me, her thighs trembling.

She reaches down and positions herself over me, and I sink into her wet heat with one brutal thrust. She cries out, the sound sharp and raw, echoing off the cave walls. Her core clenches around me, slick and scorching. I hold still for one heartbeat, feeling her pulse around my cock, then I pull back and drive into her again.

She wraps her legs around my waist and meets my rhythm. Her hips roll, taking me deeper with every thrust. Our bodies slap together, wet skin on wet skin, and her moans rise with each stroke. I grip her hips hard enough to bruise, driving into her, pulling her onto me with every pump. The rock beneath us is slick with mist and sweat.

"Harder," she gasps, and I oblige. My pace turns brutal. I pound into her, my cock stretching her, filling her, the head hitting deep inside her with every thrust. Her nails rake down my back, leaving burning trails. She tightens around me, her inner walls fluttering.

"Yes... yes... "

I shift my angle, lifting her hips higher, and the next thrust grinds against that spot inside her. She screams, her head falling back, throat bared to the moonlight. I lean down and bite the curve of her neck, not hard enough to mark, just enough to make her body jolt. Her core clamps down on my cock like a fist.

"Come for me, Sel," I growl against her skin. "Come on my cock."