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Speaking of mouths, I could certainly sink my cock all the way into a particularly pretty one right about now. My dick was in pain, real fucking pain, and I needed that sweet little pussy like I needed air to breathe.

No. I couldn’t fuck her. Not now. Not ever.

I didn’t want to give into the mate bond, plus my dick would probably hurt the tiny little thing. Sure, she’d probably be able to take it, and her quiet squeaks of pain would probably sound downright glorious, butnot allowed.That wasn’t an option.

But fucking hell, man, my dick felt like it was about to burst, and with her tossed over my shoulder right now, I could smell her scent, and it made me feel downright drunk on it.

Every layer of her fragrance, delicate and irresistible, wrapped around me like a heady elixir, filling my senses with a dizzying warmth. I breathed in deep, enjoying the seductive mix of fruity undertones of her soaps mixed with the honey-salty aroma of her pussy. She smelled so fucking good.

As I carried her, every step I took seemed to stir the air around her, and I found myself drawn in deeper.

At least that was what my dick was telling me. I could sink so deep, so very fucking deep in that little pussy that she’d taste the tip of my cock in the back of her throat.

Fuck me.

This shit was ridiculous. I’d heard rumors of the mate bond from other packs. They’d said it was beyond words, that there was no way to resist, but I hadn’t believed a single word of it. Caelum had insisted that we could carry on without the mate bond, that we could live our lives free from the constraints of it, but here was my fucking mate, right here served up on a fucking platter, with the most deliciously ripe smelling little pussy that I’d ever scented in my life.

Nothing else came even the slightest bit close. This pussy was the perfect pussy, and right now, I didn’twantit, but I damn sure as hellneededit.

My dick throbbed, literally throbbed, and I kept my arms firmly latched over her lithe little body because if my hands weren’t occupied, they were sure as hell going to be on my dick. To make matters worse, I wasn’t sure if the slightest touch would have me coming right there in my pants, and I couldn’t have that.

I had a reputation to uphold.

My dick was a good dick, meaning Igavegood dick. I knew how to use it. Every woman I’d ever bedded had screamed my name before I was through with them, but right now, none of them mattered. It was as if all other pussy had ceased to exist, and this was the only one served on the Thanksgiving table for the rest of my life.

But she wasn’t on the table.

Fuck.

I damn sure wanted her to be. Maybe I could cheat the system a little bit, just like Caelum had. Maybe I could pin the sassy little she-devil on her back and just get a taste, a simple little taste. After that, I could probably even convince her to get down on her knees and take my aching cock in between those pretty lips.

Make her swallow my seed down that little throat.

I bet she’d even be good at it.

That could damn well be a good way to shut her up, because right now she was yammering something about being insane and the whole world turning into a hallucination and some other bat crazy shit I couldn’t damn well make any sense of. So Iignored it and instead focused on the heat of the delightful little curves of her body against me.

Her perfect little round butt right next to my ear.

You can’t fuck her.

I kept telling myself that, but my dick didn’t want to listen. I wanted to throw her down on the bed and rut her like she was meant to be rutted. My dick didn’t want to give her gentle, but I was quickly feeling my self-control spiral completely out of whack.

I took a deep breath as I climbed the stairs. I attempted to focus on anything else. Cold showers. An old mannakedin the shower. My paw-paw naked in the shower. I shivered in disgust.

Kaci naked in the shower.

God fucking damn it. Fuck this mate bond. Everything had been perfect before she’d come along with her perfect tits, her perfect ass, and her perfect fucking scent. Things had beensimple.

She started kicking, still yammering on about whatever nonsense was in her head, and I slapped her ass hard. The sound of her yelp went straight to my dick faster than the speed of light. I tried to bite back a groan, but it was practically impossible.

Hey.Wait.

Her ass was a fucking toaster. I could feel it seeping through her pajama bottoms.

I marched into another one of the guest rooms and slammed the door behind me. Why? Because it felt good. This room wasn’t dusty either. Maybe we paid someone to keep this place clean. Whatever. That was below my paygrade. It was probably upto Beau. This seemed like something the pup of the pack got assigned along with all his other bottom-of-the-rung duties.

My hand was still on her ass, and I only then noticed that she’d stopped kicking.

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