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Just fucking once.

Let’s pretend I get to have the happy ending.

Meadows Pack has been digging.

Not just tunneling my walls and bulldozing my shields.

They’ve been digging all morning, setting traps in the tropical heat.

Thanks to the shirt shortage you’ve heard about, they’re bare-chested, bronze, and glistening.

Dutch’s smoky-sweet pheromones seep through my clothes until I smell like I did snow angels on the breakfast buffet.

The juicy humps of his shoulders stretch tiiiight when he grips my thighs under my ass. Inhaling him, I nose a path from the nape of his neck to the lobe of his ticklish ear.

Then I take a bite.

Just a nibble, not trying to break skin.

“Oh, fuuuhhhhh—” Dutch staggers with a full-body ripple.

“Did you just…?”

“So hard. Almost blacked out.”

I can smell the maple-scented evidence, leaking down his thigh.

Whether I play the good girl or I take what I want, I always end up in the same hole.

Might as well make it the fun hole.

Already screwed beyond screwed, I hug Dutch’s broad back, wrapping his neck and digging my nails into his sun-warmed shoulders.

His molasses moan strokes my motherfucking clit.

From now on, I’m calling it what it is.

No more bellies.

No more bullshit.

No more worrying about the consequences.

I’m off the leash until my body yanks the choke collar.

“Giddy-up.” I squeeze his hips with my knees.

“Fuck, yes.” Dutch takes off like a stallion, galloping the overgrown jungle paths.

I’m ready to let him drag me into the sea like a kelpie. To let him take me deep and devour me whole.

His cotton candy growls feather through my skin. I stroke and scrape him, loving his strained, fuzzy moans.

“Fuck. Fuck.” Dutch jogs, drunk and panting, shuddering every time I drag my nails along his ear.

Let me repeat.

His ear.

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