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Mine.

“Augustus,” she whimpers, desperately trying to close her thighs around my head. With my hands braced on her legs, I keep them open with minimal effort. “You don’t have to do that—”

“Mylah,” I rumble against her, mind buzzing with the ecstasy of getting to taste her. “Do you understand what this is for me?”

I glance up at her from my spot between her legs, find her looking down at me, her pupils blown out, her honey hair mussed around her head. Those eyes of hers, normally so sharp and calculating, now hazy and blind with need.

I like that I’m the one to take her apart. To see her like this, with her guard down.God, I want to get this nightgown off—I should have thought about that before I pushed her back.

Patience.

Patience is hard to have when my rut is making everything blurry, my desire rising inside me like a single-minded beast.

Like a wolf.

“This is a chance for me to taste your desire.” The words come out of my chest low and deep, vibrating over her clit, her entrance. I can feel her entire body shivering, how she clenches, how she’s desperate for me. Mylah rocks her hips and whimpers, like the licking could never be enough.

Like it might just be making the weight of her desire even heavier.

That is an idea I enjoy.

Forcing myself to wait, cock hard and heavy, pressing against the bed, I bury my face between her legs and work her over. I find a rhythm that she likes over her clit, flatten my tongue there to apply even pressure.

Without thinking, my hand rises up, and I press into her entrance.

My cock twitches against the bed. So fucking tight.

When I push a single knuckle inside her, Mylah cries out and grabs the sheets, bunching them in her hands and tipping her head back, so her blonde hair fans out over the pillow.

And when I add a second finger to the first, I feel her tighten around me, her entire body shaking as she crests the hill of her first orgasm.

“Good girl,” I murmur, and I immediately feel her rush of pleasure at the praise.

So, that’s what she likes? For me to tell her that she’s good?

Well, I can tell her that. I can make her believe it.

Climbing up the length of her body, I kiss her hips, the soft swell of her belly, the underside of her breasts, heavy and full. I drag my tongue over her feverish skin and leave kisses in my wake. There is so much of her to have, and I want to hold it all in my hands. Slotting between her hips, I take her chin in my hands and tip it up to get full access to her neck.

Then I bury my face there, where she smells so much like herself. I kiss and suck and bite until she’s bucking against me, whining, grinding her core against my hard member desperately.

“You’re so beautiful,” I murmur, my mouth against her ear, my hand sliding into her hair and tugging her head back to make her look at me. “So, so beautiful. So brilliant. Such a good girl for me.”

Her pupils swallow her irises. Her chest is flushed, that damn nightgown covering most of it. It’s okay—next time, we’ll make sure she’s completely bare for me.

Right now, holding her gaze, I shift my hips, rise up, and notch my cock in her entrance. Once again, a full-body shudder moves through her, and I feel it transfer from her skin to mine.

With my eyes, I say, last chance to change your mind.

With hers, Mylah says, no fucking way.

Chapter 23 - Mylah

When Augustus slides into me—slowly, painfully, rapturously—my mind disassembles itself into a million tiny atoms, rearranging into something new. I am a new woman. There is a clean line between the before, not knowing what it felt like to be filled like this, and the after. Me, now, wrapping my legs around him, gasping at the sensation like I’ve just been dunked in freezing water.

I would like to be dunked in cold water. If I were, my skin would sizzle, and steam would rise up off me like the metal at the blacksmith. Every part of me is so hot it’s maddening.

That is, it was, before Augustus slid himself inside me.