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That he’s not phoning this in.

That he’s here with me.

Has been here with me every pump of the way.

Deep, guttural groans barely precede his mouth bumping against my ear, “I can’t wait to fill you up one day.”

The fiery pulses grow in numbers.

Strength.

“And every day after…”

Sudden surges push against the quaking muscles indicating his own orgasm is being released yet rather than feeling excited he’s been pushed over the brink, I’m left longing.

And mewling.

And desperate, shallowly rocking while needily whining.

“I want that,” escapes in a hoarse whisper. “I want that so bad, H.”

“You can have it.” Possessive grumbles accompany him inching his lips back over to mine. “Just say when.” Faint presses are followed by an even fainter proclamation that causes my pussy to contract all over again. “Just say when, Emmerz.”

Chapter 10

Hogan

“Dock”

This is weird.

I don’t know about the weirdest.

But…this shit is definitely up there.

Noodle’s massive paws plant themselves against my throat prior to him releasing a sound I’m fairly certain only humans masquerading in pet costumes make. “Mow.”

Forfucksake, I don’t think felines are supposed to have baritone voices.

I know a few bird species can.

But cats?

Feels fucking fake.

As if he can hear my thoughts, Noodle begins pushing his people killers more forcefully against my throat, clearly looking for points of weakness. “Mow.”

“Enough,” Emmerz sharply hisses, redirecting my attention to where she’s standing in front of her dresser mirror. “I am singing quietly.”

Without allowing room for another cat rebuttal, she picks up her toothbrush, presses it near her lips like a microphone, and resumes crooning a familiar tune.

Wow.

Her singing voice is practically as beautiful as she is.

And fuck, is she beautiful like this.

Hair a wild and crazy disaster.