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She looked down at him, strands of damp, red hair clinging to her forehead. “Do you really need to ask?” She was still breathless.
Carefully he removed her leg from his shoulder, placing it gently on the ground and smoothing his hands over the front of her thighs, almost holding her up. He grinned up at her. “Not really.”
“I thought you’d never finish with me,” she replied.
“Who said I’ve finished with you?” His smile disappeared as he thought about being inside her. He stood and unbuckled his belt, opening the buttons of his jeans and pulling them down slightly along with his boxers so that this cock sprang out.
He groaned with the relief of finally being free and again when she placed her hand around him, spreading his arousal up and down his length. Looking down at her, he saw the hunger in her eyes.
“Do I get a turn?” she said, almost asking his permission.
He swallowed hard. “If that’s what you want.”
“It is,” she murmured, one hand on his length and the other on his chest. With her eyes always on his she slowly lowered to her knees, placing his head in her mouth as he watched on.
“Fucking hell, Harlow.” He almost lost his mind as she sucked at him, looking up at him. Her red hair spilled over her shoulders and her lips felt like magic as they worked on him. If the way she tasted to him was anything to go by, he knew he would be feeling almost as good to her—but not quite.
Harlow swirled her tongue around his tip, feeling out the bumps and ridges while taking ownership of him. Another time he might have let her finish this but not now. He needed her with such desperation it was taking him by force.
Taking one last look at her on her knees with him in her mouth, he reached down and said, “Enough.” She looked up at him, knowing what this meant, and sucked at him one last time before standing up.
Atlas kissed her, tasting himself on her. It was the single most erotic thing he’d ever experienced. He picked her up, and she wrapped her legs around his strong waist as he reached down, notching himself at her entrance before dropping her down onto him.
“Fuck, yes!” he cried as her hot, wet walls encased him. He backed her against the wall, careful not to crush her as he pumped, long, hard, and slow into her.
“My god, Atlas.”
“You’re so fucking perfect,” he growled, thrusting into her as she buried her head in his neck, breathing him in and nipping at his skin with her teeth. “Little wolf,” he rasped, completely caught up in the moment, in her. It was like nothing else outside of the building existed, just the pair of them joined together as they were intended to be.
“Yes, I’m your little wolf,” she said breathlessly, reaching down into his pants to grasp his ass and pulling him closer and closer to her, if that were even possible. “Make me yours, Atlas.”
Her words were killing him. “You are mine,” he growled, his thrusts becoming harder. His balls clenched and he knew he wasn’t going to last much longer, especially if she said things like that. “Come for me again,” he said. “I want to feel you.”
“Yes,” she breathed. “I’m going to, I—”
“Do it!” he growled, desperate for the release that was coming. He reached down and rolled a finger over her clit, stroking gently as his thrusts became slow, small torturous movements.
She began to pulse around him, her walls beating at his cock as she cried out, “Atlas!”
“Yes, that’s it, little wolf,” he moaned, spilling into her, his own climax ripping through him like none ever had before. He tilted his head back and up, wanting to howl into the sky as it took him over, pinning himself at her hips.
It was done now. She was his.
Chapter 19
Harlow
Scents of cleaning chemicals filled the veterinary office. She normally didn’t notice, but today it was all Harlow could focus on. In her several weeks working at the clinic, today was by far the slowest shift she had ever experienced.
As the veterinary assistant on a day with very few clients, Harlow was assigned cleaning tasks: sweeping the lobby, wiping down cabinets and countertops, and filling in where she was needed. Earlier in the day, she had helped with an orange tabby and a black lab, but those were simple routine operations that took ten to thirty minutes.
“Doing anything exciting today?” Gwen asked Harlow as she walked back into the lobby.
Harlow shrugged. “Some friends invited me out, but I’m not sure. Might just hang out at home.”
“That’d be a shame,” Gwen said. She looked at the corner of the lobby, under an end table and between two chairs. “Nice job! I kept meaning to get the dirt off those tiles. It was always bugging me.”
“Thanks,” Harlow said halfheartedly.
