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My claws stay sheathed. I don’t even realize it at first. I went after him with human fists instead of wolf claws because, whether I want to accept it or not, something changed between us after that first mating.
He doesn’t swing back. I expected that. Omega or alpha, he’ll never attack his mate. And, sure, maybe I took advantage of that, but what did he expect? I might’ve accepted him once, but not anymore.
I get him on his back, and the way his hands shoot up to my naked waist just tells me that I was right. I only win this fight because he let me, and because we’re in the perfect position to mate again.
No. Not mate.
Fuck.
Not this time, Ryker.
He can tell. I don’t even have to stop him. The animal might lose control during a rutting, but the human half knows better than to try. So, instead of lifting me up and pressing me against his length, he gently sets me down on the grass.
“Your choice,” he grounds out, chest heaving again, a trickle of blood coming from the corner of his mouth from where I hit him. “It’s always been your choice.”
And that’s when I realize something.
I fucked him. I put his dick in my mouth, and he put my pussy in his. And, yet, our lips have never touched.
While I can still blame the impending full moon for being out of control, I drop to my knees and grab his face in my hands.
“Then I choose this,” I murmur before bringing his mouth to mine.
I don’t know if I did it wrong. Can you kiss wrong? I had the same though about two seconds before Ryker pushed himself into me, and we managed to mate just fine. Maybe kissing’s the same way. You just rely on a mix of passion, desire, and instinct as you smash noses, clash teeth, and stroke each other’s tongues.
At least, that’s how it seems to me. I still want him, and he’s not even questioning how easily I’ve returned to his embrace. Almost as if he was expecting it.
No.
I pull away from him. Ryker follows me, nipping my bottom lip with his canines as he tries to initiate a second kiss, but I’m in control now. I still have his face in my hands and I maneuver it until my lips are next to his jaw.
“You were my first,” I whisper in his ear. “My first love. My first heartbreak. My first fuck. And now? My first kiss. Pity the order was all wrong, huh?”
The corner of his mouth hasn’t healed yet. The blood is still trickling its way to his stubble-covered jaw. Some of its smeared from our wild kiss, but a small bubble wells at the corner.
I dart out my tongue, swiping it from his skin before savoring him.
He’s just as delicious as I remember.
While he’s too stunned to react, I shove him away from me and, before he can recover—or pull me close to him again—I go full wolf.
And if my girl could almost swear she heard his murmured, “Mine, too,” chasing after me, it’s better than the massive black wolf his self.
