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My head drops back into the pillow. “Fuck.”

He laughs softly against me, the bastard, and then does it again.

Slower.

More deliberate.

A hot, wicked drag of his tongue that makes my hand fist in the sheets. He learns what makes me gasp, what makes my hips lift, what makes my wolf push close to the surface with a low, possessive growl.

The bond flares.

Nash’s answering growl rolls through the room.

He likes it.

Of course he does.

He works me with his mouth until I’m shaking, until the city outside the window disappears, until there is nothing but his tongue and his hands and the unbearable steadiness of him through the bond. Every time I get close, he slows down just enough to keep me on the edge.

“Nash,” I snap, breathless and furious. “Do not make me kill you on the night you proposed.”

He lifts his head. His mouth is wet. His eyes are black.

“You’re beautiful when you threaten me.”

“I’m serious.”

“So am I.”

Then he slides two fingers into me.

My back arches off the bed.

He groans like he feels it too. Maybe he does. Maybe the bond is open enough now that pleasure moves both ways, because his composure cracks at the exact same moment mine does.

“There,” he says, voice rough. “That’s it.”

I hate how much I like being talked to like that.

I hate how much he knows it.

He lowers his mouth again, fingers moving in a slow, devastating rhythm, tongue working over me until the pressure inside me turns bright and sharp and impossible to hold.

I come with his name in my mouth and my hand twisted in his hair, my body bowing, my wolf surging forward with a satisfaction so fierce it almost scares me.

Nash doesn’t stop until I tug at him weakly and curse at him in two languages.

Then he crawls back up my body, looking entirely too pleased with himself.

I shove at his shoulder. “Pants. Off. Now.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

He stands beside the bed and strips with none of the patience he used on me. Belt. Button. Zipper. Gone.

I watch every second because I’m injured, not dead.

When he comes back to me, naked and hard and beautiful in a way that makes my mouth go dry, my wolf goes silent with pure focus.