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I will bathe in the blood of her enemies, rend flesh, and hold their twitching heart in my hand if I must.

I’m distracted from my violent thoughts when she moves. Her hips roll, pressing her heat harder into my cock. I can’t stop the growl in my chest as I harden completely. I want to reach beneath her skirts and run my fingers up her thigh to touch her wet heat. To tear the fabric from her body and feast on her with my hands and mouth.

Her cool fingers slip to the back of my neck and fist in my hair, forcing my head back. “I believe you,” she murmurs before she kisses me.

It takes me a moment to remember what we were discussing as her lips mesh with mine. The kiss is light, almost playful, until she nips my bottom lip. I groan into her mouth, gripping her ass with both hands as I urge her to rock against me in slow, sensual movements. Her tongue slips into my mouth, tangling with mine, and the growl in my chest doesn’t stop. The low rumble keeps rolling through both of us as she rides me.

Her breath hitches with each shift of her body, and the front of my breeches grows damp from her arousal. Her scent intensifies, taking on the deeper edge of spice. With a moan, she tears her lips from mine and gathers her skirts up in the front. She’s bare beneath them, and I cannot stop myself from snarling at the sight of her damp, pink cunt. She smells like me. And Hunter. But the combination is perfect somehow.

Then, her fingers move to the laces of my breeches, tugging them loose.

I grasp her hands even as my cock jumps at the contact. “I’m on edge, little mate. I’m not sure I can control myself.”

Her eyes are glazed in the moonlight, pupils wide and swallowing the deep blue of her iris. “I don’t want you in control,” she whispers.

My wolf howls inside me, demanding we take her and bite her. Make her ours. Instead, I gently squeeze her hands.

“You aren’t ready to truly be bound to me forever, are you? I fear I won’t be able to control the urge to mark you in the way of Lycan mates, Scarlett.”

She whimpers, and my resolve weakens immediately. “I trust you, Conall. I know you’ll wait until I’m ready,” she murmurs. “And so will your wolf. Neither of you wants to hurt me, and rushing me into mating will hurt me.”

I flinch at her words, my grip on her hands falling away.

She sees the ache her statement caused and reaches up to cup my face. “I’m not saying no forever, Conall. Just no for right now. I want you. Not just your body, but your company. Does it have to be all right now, or can you give me time, Sir Wolf?”

The agitation and conflicted emotions in my chest immediately ease. My wolf gives in to our mate’s request. She needs time, and she needs us. We can give her both.

“I can give you whatever you need, little mate.”

Her lips curve into a smile as she releases my face to reach down and finish unlacing my breeches. This time I don’t try to stop her when she shifts back and lowers her face to my cock. My head falls back with a groan when her tongue glides up my length before she takes the head into her mouth.

Gods, she makes me ache, and the urge to thrust deeper rides me hard, but I resist, letting her take her time.

She slides her mouth over my length one last time, releasing me with a light pop. Her hot, wet tongue traces down one side of my length before she drags it up the other. The caress leaves my cock slick.

Scarlett’s eyes lock on mine as she moves over me, grasping my shaft in a firm grip. Instincts claw at me, urging me to thrust up, to force her body to take me, but I grit my teeth and hold myself in an iron grip.

My mate sinks down onto me, and the gasp that leaves her lips as her tight, wet heat sheathes me inch by inch nearly breaks through my control. I want nothing more than to drive up into her, to take her. Claim her. But I know that’s not what she needs. Instead, my hands grasp her waist tightly as she works my cock until I’m deep inside her.

Desperation surges in my chest.

I want to touch her.

Taste her.

Bite her.

My hands shake as I tug at the laces running down the front of her gown. When they are fully undone, I pull the fabric apart, baring her breasts to my gaze. Her skin is so pale compared to mine as my hands move to cup her soft flesh. The scent of her skin is both sweet and spicy, like a decadent dessert.

My mouth waters at the sight and smell of her. I want to devour every inch of her body until she surrenders to me completely.

I lean forward and open my mouth, sliding the flat of my tongue over her tight, pink nipple. A low moan spills from Scarlett’s mouth as I close my lips around it and suck. Her pussy ripples around my cock, growing tighter and wetter with each pull of my mouth.

I want to stay here all night, tasting her breasts and feeling her cunt cling to my cock. But my little mate needs more. I can see the throb of her pulse at the base of her throat as she throws her head back and clutches me tighter to her breasts.

Her hips rock against me, forward and back. When she speeds up, I growl against her skin and sink the edge of my teeth into the top of her breast. Just deep enough to make her gasp again.

My hands grip her ass, directing her motions, keeping them slow and steady. I want to relish every moan, every catch in her breath. The slick slide of her cunt around my cock. I want to spend hours just like this, feeling every inch of her around me.