You're being dramatic. I'll just pay off the prof and make him pass you.
I show Regina the responses, and her blush deepens. "You guys are ridiculous."
"We're appreciative," I correct, stepping into the dressing room and closing the door behind me. "There's a difference."
"Sean," she protests, but it's weak. Through our bond, I can feel her pulse quicken, her body responding to my proximity.
"What?" I ask innocently, setting the clothes down on the bench and moving closer to her. "I'm just helping my mate shop. Being supportive. Giving feedback."
"Is that what you call it?" she asks, but she doesn't back away as I advance.
"Absolutely," I murmur, reaching out to touch the fabric at her waist. "For instance, this dress? Incredible. The way it shows off your curves? Chef's fucking kiss. The way it makes me want to bend you over right here and fuck you until you scream my name?" I flash a grin at her. "That's valuable feedback, babe."
Her breath hitches, and I feel a surge of heat through our bond that matches my own. "We're in public," she whispers, but her pupils are dilating, her scent changing to that mix of arousal and magic that drives me fucking wild.
"No one's around," I counter, backing her up against the dressing room wall. "Trust me, the girl at the desk doesn't give a shit. And you know how to be quiet when you need to be."
"Sean," she says again, but this time it's not a protest. It's a plea for more.
I press my body against hers, trapping her between me and the wall. "Tell me to stop," I challenge, my voice dropping to a growl. "Tell me you don't want this, and I'll back off."
She doesn't. Instead, she grabs the front of my shirt and pulls me down for a kiss that's all fire and need. My wolf surges forward,responding to her hunger with my own. I kiss her back, hard and demanding, my hands finding her hips and gripping tight enough to leave marks.
"Fuck," I breathe against her mouth. "You've got no idea what you do to me, sexy witch."
"I think I may have some idea," she says, grinding against my very obvious erection.
I groan, low and deep, then spin her around to face the mirror. "Look at yourself," I command, meeting her eyes in the reflection. "Look how fucking perfect you are."
She does, and I watch her expression change as she takes in the sight of us together—her in that incredible dress, me looming behind her, my hands possessive on her waist, my eyes wild with how much I want her. The mating marks on her neck stand out against her skin, reminding her she belongs with us.
And we belong to her.
"Okay, the dress is nice," she admits, her voice breathier than before.
"The dress is getting bought," I agree, my hands sliding up to cup her breasts through the fabric. "But first, I think we need to make sure it can withstand some vigorous activity."
Her laugh turns into a gasp as I pinch her nipples through the dress. "You're a bad influence," she accuses, but her body arches into my touch.
"You love it," I counter, one hand sliding down to hike up the skirt of her dress. "Admit it."
"Never," she says, but she's spreading her legs for me, giving me access to where she's already wet.
I push her panties aside and slide two fingers into her heat, groaning at how ready she is. "Your body's more honest than your mouth," I murmur, nipping at her ear. "You're soaked for me, little witch."
She whimpers, pushing back against my hand, seeking more. "Shut up and fuck me," she demands, her voice a harsh whisper.
"Who am I to deny my mate?" I purr, gently nipping at her throat over my mark as I unbuckle my belt and free myself, positioning the head of my cock at her entrance. "Look in the mirror," I instruct. "Watch me claim you."
Her eyes meet mine in the reflection as I push into her in one smooth thrust. The sensation is overwhelming. Her tight, wet heat wrapping around me, combined with the flood of pleasure through our bond.
Hers and mine both.
"Fuck," I groan, stilling to catch my breath. "You feel so good, baby."
"Move," she urges in a tight whisper, pushing back against me. "Please, Sean."
I happily fucking comply, setting a rhythm that's fast and hard, exactly how I know she likes it. One hand stays on her hip, guiding her movements and supporting her easily while the other reaches around to circle her clit. I want her to come before I do, want to feel her orgasm crashing through our bond when it's just the two of us.
