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He gave her neck a little nip, sucking on the skin, and she made that sexy noise again. Somehow she got her hand between them and wrapped it around his dick, stroking it.

Mother of all the gods.

All his pent-up emotions from the last few days—hell, from the last few years—surged in a wave that he needed desperately to stay in front of. If it ever crashed over him, he was done—it would crush him to nothing, drown him in his own failures.

Only Bree could save him.

He pushed her sweatpants down, dropping to his knees, kissing her belly under her rucked-up sweatshirt, nipping and licking his way down. One silky thigh, and then the other, and then the V between her legs, darting his tongue into her cleft to taste her clit, already wet with her juices.

She tasted amazing. He teased her and she gripped his hair, moaning in frustration because the sweatpants around her knees kept her from moving her legs apart.

No problem.

He ripped them all down one side and cupped her ass, then dumped her on the couch with her legs spread wide. He licked her core, his wolf snarling softly at the scent and taste of her.

Devour her, his wolf murmured. Make her ours.

Switch did his best. He lapped her core, nipped at her thighs, swirled his fingers and his tongue around her clit until she was panting and moaning and begging for more.

He could feel her desire, mixed with the tension and the fear she’d been living with, how she desperately needed to release all that emotion, to push it away where it couldn’t destroy her.

You and me both.

He felt her reaching the tipping point, thrusting her hips and moving against him, no longer able to control herself or care that she wasn’t. Still he took and gave and pushed her harder, feeding his need and hers, feeling that triumphant satisfaction when she shook with climax.

And it still wasn’t enough.

Breanna clutched at his shoulders. “Switch,” she murmured. “Switch, please. I want you in me.”

He pulled her hips forward until they were at the edge of the couch. Rising on his knees, he thrust his throbbing cock deep inside her.

“Ohhhhhh.” She grabbed onto his arms, clutching his biceps.

The desperate haste in him slowed. The way she surrounded him, the way her body responded to his, he had to make it last. Feel it with every ounce of him.

Focus only on the here and now, this moment, the way she looked and felt and smelled, the way she welcomed him inside her.

He began to thrust, slow and deep and hard and rhythmic, each one like the first time all over again. His legs were shaking, all of him was shaking with the effort of not letting this be over too fast, but he had to go slow. Because it was the only way to keep the wave from crashing.

Bree moved against him, making the fucking sexiest sounds, until she finally sat up and wrapped her arms around him, kissing his neck, biting his shoulder.

That finished him. He wrapped one arm around her hips and pounded into her, no longer in control, no longer willing or able to wait. There was just the two of them, the wave of tension and uncertainty looming up behind them, until his body took over with one last thrust.

The wave crashed over the top of them, nothing but desperate sensation as he held her close, emptying himself inside her.

And he didn’t die. He wasn’t crushed and he didn’t suffocate, and somehow everything was okay.

For now.

Of course, he hadn’t thought about what would happen afterward. The story of his life.

He held Breanna for a long time, stroking her hair, feeling like everything inside him had turned to soft butter. He could feel her heart beating, temporarily in synch with his.

But it couldn’t last. He knew that. And she must know it too. After who the hell knew how long, she moved away from him, pulling her top down, pushing her hair back self-consciously. “Um,” she said.

“Yeah.”

He pulled away from her, still half-hard, having absolutely no fucking idea what to say now. “Sorry about your pants,” he said. “You know. Ripping them.” Even though they’d only been the sweats he’d gotten her when she first came.