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“With what?” she asked, and I chuckled.
“Patience, sweetheart, I’m getting there,” I teased.
“Mitchell Truman, if you want to see this ass without clothes again, you will stop fucking around and tell me,” she growled and stood up.
Martina was standing right in front of me, a vision of furious beauty. Sparks shot from her fingertips the more annoyed she got, and my dick grew even harder. Biting my lower lip, I grabbed her by the waistband of her sweats and pulled her close.
The scent of her cinnamon flavored arousal filled my nostrils and my chest rumbled in response. I couldn’t wait to have her riding my face again, those thick thighs spread for me so I could lick her until she was screaming my name.
Want. Now. Grrrr.
“Nope. There will be none of this until you explain all of that,” she quipped, but she was smiling too and when I locked my arms around her, she didn’t fight it.
“That was my Hellhound side, sweetheart.”
“Hellhound?”
“Yep. Like I said, it skips a generation. But I just got lucky. Sherry Morgan helped magic this shed for me so I would have a safe place to run when my monster needs to ride the dark flames,” I explained.
“You’re not a monster,” she whispered, cupping my cheeks and nuzzling my nose with hers.
“It took a while but me and the Wolf have an understanding, Marti. And now, I know why I was given this bit of extra. You see, baby, I’m fireproof. Seriously, my skin is tough. Nothing you can throw at me, fire balls included, will hurt me. My Hellhound just eats that shit up.”
Her lower lip trembled as she looked at me with such emotion filling her eyes.
“What is it, sweetheart?” I asked, scooping her up and gathering her close.
“I fucked up. I ran away?—”
“No. You didn’t know, and it’s my fault too, for not just telling you in the beginning. Please, baby, give us a chance. I know we were meant to be together.”
I kissed her tears from her cheeks and swallowed her moan as she tipped her head back and allowed me access to her precious mouth. Our kiss grew frantic in no time at all, and we were pulling off blankets and clothes, kissing, licking, touching everywhere we could reach. This time, I had no intention of stopping. The room was dark and warm from the heat we created between us.
Martina gasped, head tilting back, granting me access to her throat, and I kissed her there, on that special secret spot that made her pant and moan. Fuck, I loved the way she gave her all when it came to loving. Fucking was a physical thing, but this was different. This was a communion of bodies and souls, an intimacy I’d only ever felt with her. I wanted her to take it all. I freely gave her all of me and I was driven by the need to bring her pleasure and peace.
She was a wild thing, writhing around me, filling my head and heart. Hell, I might as well get used to it. The woman was going to be a permanent fucking resident right smack there.
Beautiful. Perfect. Fiery woman.
She seemed to burn with passion, and the hotter she got, the harder I got. Her skin burned like flames, and I was addicted to the feel of her. Power pulsed in the air, and it smelled of cinnamon and spice, fur, and musk. I wanted to be part of that, part of her.
“Love me, fuck baby, love me please,” I growled, catching her nipple between my teeth, not even aware of what I was saying.
“I love you so much, Mitch. I love you,” she moaned.
“Make me yours, sweetheart. Mark me with your fire and your bite. I can take both,” I growled, cupping my hand around her neck as I brought her face to mine. “You’re mine, Fire Wolf. My mate. And I am yours. I match you. I can take it all. Give it to me,” I begged.
“Need you, Mitch,” she nodded and fuck, I was a goner.
She was fire. And I needed fire. Martina was it for me, and I worshipped her with my body, coveted her. Sweet, precious, perfect mate.
“I need you too, baby. You match my soul. Look, look how perfect we fit,” I grunted, pressing my hard length inch by inch into her hot, wet sex.
“See, baby. See how good we fit. I belong to you, and you belong to me. Mine. Our wolves know it and I know you know it too,” I growled, moving in earnest, growling with pleasure as I pumped into her harder and deeper.
I didn’t know it was possible, but I swear my dick swelled and swelled, stroking along her tight, quivering sheath until my darling Wolf was scoring my back with her claws. Head tipped back, sweat coating our skin, Martina moaned, long and loud, her sex gripping me tight as she started to come.
Fuck, yes. My fangs lengthened, and I bit her again, claiming her on the opposite side where I’d struck before. Hell, I’d probably claim her ten more times before the night was over. The beast demanded it. The man in me loved it. Loved her.
