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For a moment, I’m dumbfounded.

Because she just fought me on the undressing part, basically inviting me to come all over her pretty face instead of in her cunt like I originally intended to do.

My lips part when she removes her tiny shorts, too.

She throws them at me, and I catch them, my need to smell her arousal overriding every instinct. I inhale deeply, then growl as she goes up on her hands and knees and presents her wet pussy.

Just like I told her to do before.

“Fuck, Aurora.” I don’t even know what to do with this sassy female.

She disobeyed me, just to obey me on her own terms.

“You said this was how to perfect my nest.” She glances back at me over her shoulder, her expression exuding an innocence I almost believe. Except her brown irises are radiating triumph.

Vixen, I think, hissing a breath between my teeth.

“Am I doing it correctly,sir?”

Jesus. Fucking. Christ.

She’s going to make me come like a newly presenting alpha.

“Are you going to accept my invitation, alpha?” she asks, her sultry voice making my cock leak with precum.

“Aurora,” I growl, which makes her pretty pussy glisten in response.

This female is threatening my control, something no one in my history haseverdone.

All I want to do is mount her.

Ride her.

Rut her.

But I promised this female a lesson.

Only, I have no idea which one to deliver. She disobeyed me, then executed my requests fucking flawlessly.

She’s infuriating.

She’s stunning.

She’s perfect.

I crawl onto the bed from the bench—something I recognize as belonging to Noah—and prowl toward her, my dick bobbing ominously.

She’s still watching me with that sensual expression, her ass high, her cunt weeping.

I grab her hips from behind, line myself up with her entrance, and thrust into her without preparing her for my size.

Her gorgeous eyes widen, a scream escaping her as she falls forward onto the mattress. “Lazarus.”

“Sorry, darling, did that hurt?” I ask, my voice a growl. I pull out and do it again.

She claws at the bedding in response, her own growls escaping her.

She’spissed.