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Fuuuck. The words evoke a full body shiver as the grit in his whisper steals breath. My mind. My heart.

He pulls his length out almost all the way and slams it back into me, roaring as his knot crashes against my body. I buck against him, crying out, lost in the waves of pleasure his body coaxes from mine. His fingers dig into the hardwood planks, nail beds lengthening into curving, sharp claws.

That’s new.

A partial shift, even if it’s just claws, doesn’t make for slow and sweet love-making.

“Tell me, Willa,” he commands once more, voice a hellish mix of wolfish growl and deep masculine baritone.

Hellish, demonic even, but fucking hot. I can’t help but whimper in response, pushing myself harder against him.

“That’s not an answer, Willa.” He slides out once again, punishing me with another rock hard slam against my slick, delicate flesh.

A gurgling, gasping noise leaves me, and my eyes roll all the way inside my head as his girth stretches me once more. But Rafe doesn’t stop there. Once he’s as far as his knot allows, his hips keep working, grinding his swollen flesh against my slick-soaked clit.

A wild howl rips from me, and I match his hips move for move, chasing more of that intense pleasure.

“Say it, Willa!” Rafe snaps, and I want to.

God, I fucking want to. But with everything he’s doing to my body, I can’t get much more than grunts and groans out.

I take in a deep, shuddering breath and try for a third time to tell Rafe what he wants to hear. What I want to say.

“Please.” My voice breaks on the vowels before the words turn into another yowl of pleasure.

A growl rattles Rafe’s throat, and in seconds, he’s shifted positions.

No longer curved around me, Rafe now kneels behind me, hands on each of my hips. He’s also no longer inside me.

“Willa, I will have you. I will make you mine in every ancient way. But not without your say so.”

I can’t get a word past my lips before his hands slide down to the outside of my thighs and presses them together so they’re touching.

I’m still ass up, so he can still get where I want him.

But he doesn’t do that.

Instead, he slides that perfect alpha cock of his between my slick-soaked thighs.

Chapter8

But did you die? I mean... a little

Rafe groansas he slides between my legs. “God, your thighs feel surprisingly good.”

I give them a tight squeeze just as his knot slide between.

Another groan, this one more feral, needy. “I could definitely come with you squeezing me like that.”

“Fuuuuck,” Jonah says, and I can’t help but agree. I also can’t help but admire the enormous bulge in the front of his pants. And for the briefest moment, I wonder what it would be like to have Jonah in my mouth while Rafe’s knotted cock strokes my G-spot.

The thought produces another gush of slick.

Rafe moans at the sight of it. “Is this what you want, Willa? Rutting against you and not with you?”

“No, it’s not.” I say.

“Mm, your slick says otherwise.”

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