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Stronger people than you had tried, Willow for one, and failed.

Well, I’d be the exception.

“Don’t think too hard about it, just go with it,” he said, reading me again. “All we have to do is take it one day at a time, Iris, okay?”

I nodded. It was all I was capable of doing in my current state—turned on and kind of freaking out.

“Spread your legs wider for me, I’m going to eat your pussy until you come,” he said.

He kissed me, one of his hard, overwhelming kisses that stole my breath, then moved down my body, pressing sucking kisses over my skin, playing with my nipples, teasing them, but not for long because Draven was on a mission. His mouth moved over my lower belly, and I spread wider for him instantly.

His mouth covered me, licking and kissing, fucking me with his eager tongue. His large hands wrapped around my thighs, and he held me open. His growls and groans filled the room, and all I could do was writhe under him.

I thrust my fingers in his hair and arched my hips, rubbing myself against his mouth, already out of control. He gripped me tighter, dragged his mouth to my clit, and sucked.

I screamed, shaking as I came. No one had ever gotten me there so easily. Draven barely touched me, and I was on the edge.

The aftershocks rocked through me, and my mind buzzed, my emotions all over the place. Draven rose over me, and when he sat back and rolled me to my stomach, I went willingly. Why would I stop him? He’d given me nothing but pleasure since he brought me up here.

And again, who was I to fight fate?

His hands moved to my hips, and he lifted them so I was up on my knees. A moment later, he was positioning himself behind me. “Ready?”

“Yes.” I wanted him again so badly I shook.

He filled me with one smooth stroke before I finished getting the word out.

I groaned into the covers, fisting the sheets as he fucked me again. It was too much, every nerve ending oversensitive, overstimulated, but somehow, I wanted more. I was on a razor’s edge already, and when he thrust back in, I couldn’t stop myself from shoving back, and taking him deeper.

“That’s it, take your mate, Iris. Take all of me.”

His words turned me on more, and our bodies moved together, faster, harder, the slap of slick skin and Draven’s grunts all I could hear. His fingers gripped me tighter, digging into my flesh, and he came down over me, his front to my back. One of his hands slid over my belly and across my chest, holding me tight to him, and his thrusts grew wilder, more punishing. His other hand went between my thighs, and I cried out when he rubbed his fingers over my clit.

“Come for me, let me feel you again, Iris. I need to feel you come around my cock one more time, petal,” he said.

And with that, I came for him again, my body obeying his command like it was made to. Draven groaned against my ear, his cock pulsing deep inside me, coming with me. He stayed where he was, covering me, his big body quaking, rocking into me, working every last bit of pleasure from us both.

“One day soon, my seed will take root, Iris,” he said against my ear.

I stiffened. “What?”

“Now we’re mated, you can get pregnant.”

“What?” I said again, my mind jumbled and still trembling from the orgasm he’d just given me. I couldn’t believe what I was hearing.

“What is it?” he said and rolled to his side, pulling me against him.

I pulled back. “We barely know each other. Having children is the last thing on my mind. What if I don’t want kids?”

“Well, do you want kids?” he asked, looking way too relaxed.

“I don’t know.” That was a lie. I’d always wanted children, but I couldn’t even think about that now. “Thankfully, I’m on the pill, so your attempt to impregnate me will be unsuccessful. You can use a condom next time. I can’t believe I had sex with you without one.”

“Shifters can’t catch or carry sexually transmitted diseases, and if you’re on the pill, then there’s nothing to worry about.” He dragged me back down with him. “We’ll revisit the kids thing another time.”

I lay there, silently fuming. He was infuriating and bossy and arrogant. And completely and utterly insane.

“You’re pissed off with me again, aren’t you?” he said.