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She pulled off with a wet sound just before I tipped over, her eyes sparkling with mischief. Need surged through me like wildfire. I pulled her to her feet and pinned her against the nearest wall. Sloane jumped at the same moment, her legs wrapping tight around my waist.

I positioned my cock at her entrance and thrust into her in one powerful stroke, burying myself to the hilt. She was incredibly wet, but my size still made her gasp and clench around my length.

I fucked her hard, driving deep with each snap of my hips. Her breasts bounced between us, and I leaned in to capture one nipple in my mouth while I pounded into her.

We moved together urgently, her heels digging into my ass to pull me deeper.

After a few intense minutes, I lowered us both to the kitchen floor, turning her around so she was on her hands and knees in front of me. I gripped her hips and slid back inside her from behind, the new angle letting me go even deeper. Her pussy felt impossibly tight like this, fluttering around my thick cock as I thrust hard and fast. I reached around and found her clit, rubbing it in firm circles while I fucked her. The sound of our bodies coming together filled the room. Sweat slicked my chest and dripped down her back as I leaned over her, my mouth close to her ear.

“You feel so fucking good taking my cock from behind,” I told her, my voice rough with pleasure. “Your pussy is gripping me so tight. Rub your clit against my fingers. Come for me again.”

She pushed back to meet every thrust, moaning my name as the pressure built. I kept rubbing her swollen clit, never slowing my pace. When her orgasm hit, her entire body shook, her pussy clamping down on me in powerful waves that milked my cock.

The sensation pushed me over right after her. I thrust deep one final time and came hard, spilling inside her as my hips jerked uncontrollably.

We stayed locked together for a long moment, both of us breathing heavily as the waves of ecstasy subsided. I pulled out carefully and sat back against the wall, tugging her onto my lap so her back rested against my chest.

My arm wrapped around her waist, holding her close, while my other hand drifted between her legs again. I massaged her clit with slow, lazy circles, keeping the touch light and gentle now that she was sensitive. She panted in my arms, little aftershocks making her twitch against my fingers.

The kitchen floor was surprisingly comfortable with her weight settled against me and the morning light growing brighter around us.

I didn’t know what the future would bring for us. The pack still had so many adjustments ahead, including that dinner with the Fletchers where old tensions might surface again. Sloane had proven herself in the attack, but earning full trust from everyone would take time. My role as a leader meant carrying responsibilities that could pull me away at any moment.

Yet being there with her, I felt a deep sense of rightness.

“I don’t know what the future will bring for us,” I said quietly, my chin resting on her shoulder. My fingers continued their slow massage, drawing soft sounds from her as she caught her breath. “There are still conversations waiting about how you fit into pack life long-term. The Fletchers coming to dinner could go well or stir up old issues. And my wolf side… I worry sometimes about whether the demands of that part of me will ever feel like too much for you.”

Sloane turned her head and pressed a kiss to my jaw, her body relaxing further into mine. “I choose all of it, Hudson. The wolf, the leader, the man who takes me on buffet dates and waterfall hikes. Last night and this morning showed me how well we fit together, even when things get intense. I love feeling you lose control a little, knowing you still care so much about what I need.”

Her words settled deep inside me. We talked more as the minutes stretched on, my fingers never stopping their gentle circles on her clit.

She shared how the strength training had changed not just her body but her confidence in being with someone like me. I opened up about the relief of having someone who saw the weight I carried and wanted to help shoulder it rather than run from it.

The conversation flowed naturally between bursts of pleasure. When I brought her to another smaller orgasm with my fingers, she trembled in my lap, her head falling back against my shoulder as she gasped through it.

I held her through every second, murmuring how beautiful she looked coming apart for me, how much I cherished her.

We stayed tangled together on the kitchen floor for a long while after that, trading lazy kisses and softer words. I told her stories about growing up in the pack, the small traditions that had shaped me, and how meeting her had made me want to build new ones.

She laughed when I brought up the chat mix-up that had accidentally added her as an adopted member and set everything in motion. “Without that mistake, I might still be burying myself in work and avoiding anything real,” I admitted. “I’m glad it happened. It brought me you.”

Eventually the conversation turned to practical things—whether we should finally move to her bed for a proper nap, or if I needed to check in with the pack soon.

But for now, I was content to keep her in my arms, my hand occasionally drifting back between her legs to tease her.

The morning had started with urgent need and turned into something deeper, a reaffirmation of everything we were building together. We had time to figure it out, one day and one intense morning at a time.

EPILOGUE

SLOANE

ARE YOU NEW?

Two months later, I pulled four pecan pies from Hudson’s oven and knew, with complete certainty, that I had achieved greatness.

The filling had set without becoming firm. The crust had browned evenly. The pecans lay across the surface in neat overlapping circles instead of drifting into one corner during baking, which had happened several times before.

They were perfect.