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The smile he gave her in response to that was sinful. “I know.”
THE HOT TUBdripped with Mikel’s usual craftsmanship, bordered in dark wood siding with handmade wooden stairs. Violet had assumed it was some sort of storage when it was covered. Now with it glowing softly in the dark, bubbling away, and steam wafting up from the surface, it was obviously something much better.
“Ladies first.” Mikel lifted an eyebrow at her and gestured to her body. The moonlight caused her skin to prickle and made it easier to slide out of her coat.
“You just going to watch?” She was starting to feel his energy pressing in close too, warm and welcome and safe. Hermate,the moon whispered.
“Yes ma’am,” his voice rumbled.
Violet shed her shirt, pulled her sweats down over her hips as his eyes turned golden. She wanted to be slow, to let him watch the slide of fabric over her skin and the whisper of her silk panties down her legs, but she was already feeling the cold. Her socks came off last and left her hopping from foot to foot on the frozen ground.
“Get in,” he said, and she didn’t need to be told twice.
She was quick up the steps. The water was warm, heavenly. He watched her still, undressing with an efficiency that was somehow sexy. His shirt hit the ground among her discarded clothes, and Violet’s body purred at the sight of him, lean muscled and strong, silver under the moon. Her eyes threatened to change, and she let them—it felt natural to show him how she wanted him.
The roll of leather through his belt buckle took an eternity. Then, he kicked his jeans off, his boxers and shoes followed, and he straightened up. His cock was already half hard, and a thrill rocked through her, from the moon, from her desire, from him. Violet was across the tub and to him before he’d fully sunk down into the water. Strong hands took her by the hips, pulled her closer, caught her leg, and guided her thighs around him. They ended up sitting, face to face, his cock nestled between them.
“Feels good, huh?” He gestured up at the moon.
When Violet tipped her head back to look, he pressed his lips into the curve under her jaw, laying slow, wet kisses there that turned her molten. The buzz in the air was delicious; the hum of energy, the feeling of connection and belonging and purpose melted away her earlier sadness.
She slid a hand between them, down the coarse hair on his belly, to take him in her fist. His hum of approval rumbled in his chest. It was a sweet juxtaposition, the warmth of the water against the cool of the air and the heat of his mouth on her neck, over her collarbones, again and again over her mark,hismating mark that he’d left on her.
Her hips jumped at the thought, at the charge between them and at the ache inside her that swore she existed for him tonight. His fingers slipped between her legs, then, satisfied with her slickness, he lifted her easily in the water. Violet was quick to push his cock down to line up, and he was hard enough now that it sank into her smoothly. Her blood sang while Mikel pulled her close, pressing their bodies together and tugging the wet ends of her hair off her neck, letting her rock on him.
One hand stroked down her back, settling over her tailbone and holding her while he started to move up into her, his pelvis grinding her clit while his cock bumped deep inside. A soft noise of pleasure left her.
“Beautiful,” he promised, and Violet forced her eyes open for a second to see him looking at her, not the moon. Her body pulled tight at the hunger, the adoration, the wolf shining in his eyes.
A strong hand caressed her nipples; then, his fingers slid up to wrap gently around her throat and hold her still between his hands while he fucked her. She came three strokes later, shuddering hard down into a long, flying, falling, and rippling orgasm that she howled out into the night. Violet was vaguely aware of Mikel grunting his restraint while he held her tight and let her shake and quiver and clench on him.
When she sagged against his chest, his breathing was as heavy as hers. Where usually she’d be warm, boneless, and sated, Violet was quicker this time to move on him again, eager still for his orgasm.
“Wanted to watch you one time,” he explained as if he understood, jaw still tight.
“Well, you watched,” she agreed, surprised by the smokiness of her own voice and how quickly she was ready for him again.
He huffed out a laugh and pressed a kiss to her lips. “Moon’s getting to you, I see.”
“What do you mean?” She was already rocking slowly atop him again, pleasure curling back in her gut and skittering through her when little aftershocks hit.
“Breeding stamina.” The effect of the words dropped into Violet’s gut like a hot stone. “The wolf in you is built to fuck for three nights straight under the moon. You’d be half-comatose by this point before the change,” he explained, humor touching the words.
Violet stuck out her tongue and ground roughly into him, gratified by the way his breath caught and his eyes squeezed closed for a second.
“Now you’re still up there, desperate to be bred.” It was perverse, crass, and filthier than she thought he’d ever be, yet something in Violet’s blood roared at the words, and her cunt squeezed him eagerly.
Strong hands took her hips, leaving her writhing and whining when he pulled her off him. Then, her knees were on the bench, and he was behind her, rubbing his cock, slick from water and her, against her. Her hips followed his movements, desperately trying to line him up and sate the need for him inside her.
Mikel huffed, low and rough and appreciative, then nipped her mark. Her body responded through some ancient, deep-seated muscle memory, and she was still, her thighs parted, back arched, and pelvis tipped up to offer her cunt to him. She ached, burned, and trembled for him in the silver light of the moon, for his kiss, his touch, his breeding.
“Good girl,” he breathed out against her neck as his cock slid home. His body came down over her back. He pumped his hips to an orgasm for them both that was the first of many.
Chapter Eleven
HAVING A PHONEwas something Violet hadn’t realized she missed. Everything was easier with instructions, especially the meatloaf she was working on. The texts from Mikel, slow to come and veryhimin their simplicity, were also a perk.
Part of her was guilty over not going into the forest with him and Jack to source wood. Even Red had gone along since Dani was busy with outfitting an upcoming wedding, but she’d needed this. The kitchen tiles were warm under her feet from the fire Mikel had left blazing in the stove for her. A noise from the shop caught her attention. She paused to listen for a long moment but then shrugged it off.
