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“But I don’t want to try if—shit!” One of his hands was on my clit again, and it felt good. Too good. I was too close. “Stop, Zander, I’m going to—ohhh!” The last word was a wail as I shattered. He rocked into me, snarling against my shoulder as he lost it too.

Both of us panted as we came down from the high, and he tucked a few escaped curls back into my floppy bun. “This is a fucking dream, Sweetheart,” he rumbled against my ear. “I’m never letting you go.”

“I don’t want you to.” I turned my head so my forehead could rest against his face. “Shift while you’re inside me.”

“You’re hot when you give me orders.” His lips brushed mine lightly.

Had I ever kissed him?

My eyes widened when I realized I didn’t think I had. Not more than the soft brush of our lips at yoga, when I was basically staking my claim on him, or on his couch, when he was covering for me with my friends.

I turned around without sliding off of him, earning another growl as I sat on his lap. My legs slipped on either side of his hips, and my breasts pressed against his chest.

“Careful, Sweetheart.”

Rather than arguing, protesting, or daring him, for once, I made a different decision.

I pressed my lips to his.

His tongue slid into my mouth, and both of his hands buried deep in my curls, wetting my hair.

I didn’t care. Usually, I would’ve—but in that moment, I didn’t.

I wanted him. All of him. Every raw, unfiltered, messy inch, strand, and heartbeat.

His hands tangled in my curls, tugging lightly as his mouth made love to mine. His body rocked as he thrust into me. My body moved over his, taking him and riding him as I kissed him with everything I had.

It was new territory for me, to be kissing someone I liked. It was an otherworldly experience, almost.

And I didn’t want it to ever end.

His lips left mine just long enough to take in a long, deep breath, and his cock swelled inside me.

I gasped, nails digging into his skin hard enough to draw blood as he filled me, and filled me, and filled me.

My hands lifted to his horns as he captured my mouth again, and I dragged my thumbs over the tips of them as I detonated.

He released my mouth to snarl his pleasure, bucking into me harder and faster as I shattered around him. My fingers continued moving over his horns—and his dragged my mouth back to his by my hair.

He wasn’t done.

Neither was I.

And honestly, I wasn’t sure I ever would be.

fifteen

ZANDER

Miley’s cheekswere red all day after we got out of the bathtub.

And her eyes were still telling my cock how much she was obsessed with him.

Rafe and I spent their girls’ night going over the plans he and Bash had been working on for the mating celebration, and I swear, her cheeks were even redder when I wrapped an arm around her waist while she said goodbye to her friends at the door.

“You’re blushing,” I murmured to her, as she waved at Tatum one last time.

“Shut up,” she said through her teeth, smiling until Rafael’s car was out of sight.

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