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Any semblance of control I had left shatters in that moment. I deepen the kiss, my tongue slipping past her lips to tangle with hers. She tastes like morning and promises, a heady combination that ignites a fire within me.
Her fingers tangle in my hair, pulling me closer as our kiss grows in intensity. I groan, the sound vibrating between us, as her leg hitches over my hip, aligning our bodies in a way that leaves no doubt about her desire.
"Marcus," she breathes, her voice a plea for more. "Please."
It's all the invitation I need. My hands roam over her body, exploring the curves and dips that I've been aching to touch. I cup her breast through the thin fabric of her tank top, my thumb teasing her nipple into a hard peak. She arches into my touch with a gasp, her body begging for more.
"You're so fucking beautiful," I growl, my lips tracing a path down her neck. "I've wanted you since the moment I saw you."
My wolf howls, urging me to claim her, to make her ours in every sense of the word. But even in the heat of the moment, I know we have to be careful. We're playing with fire, dancing on the edge of a blade.
I slip my hand beneath the waistband of her sleep shorts, my fingers seeking out the heat between her legs. She's already wet for me, her body ready and willing. I stroke her gently, teasing her entrance before sliding a finger inside.
Zoe moans, her hips bucking against my hand. "More," she demands, her voice thick with desire. "I need more of you."
I oblige, adding another finger and curling them in a way that has her crying out in pleasure. "That's it, Zoe," I murmur, watching her face as I drive her higher. "Let go for me, love."
Her orgasm hits her like a wave, her body trembling beneath me as she cries out my name. But I'm not done with her yet. I want to see her fall apart again, to hear her scream my name as she comes undone.
With a gentleness that belies the urgency of my own need, I trail kisses down her stomach, pulling off her shorts and panties in one swift motion. I settle myself between her legs, my breath hot against her sensitive flesh.
"Marcus, you don't have to—" she starts, but I cut her off with a look.
"I want to," I say firmly. "Let me taste you, Zoe."
And with that, I lower my mouth to her pussy, my tongue flicking against her clit in a rhythm that has her arching off the bed. I grip her hips, holding her in place as I feast on her, my moans of approval vibrating against her sensitive flesh.
"Oh God, Marcus," she cries out, her fingers tangling in my hair. "Don't stop, please don't stop."
I have no intention of stopping. I'm relentless, my tongue and fingers working in tandem to drive her wild. I can feel her climbing higher, her body tensing as she chases her release.
When she comes again, it's with a scream that I swallow down, my name a mantra on her lips. I slow my movements, lapping at her gently as she rides out the aftershocks of her orgasm.
As I move back up to cradle her in my arms, I can't help but feel a sense of satisfaction at the sated, dazed look on her face. But it's tempered by the knowledge of what comes next. The real world is waiting for us, complete with all its complications and consequences.
For now, though, I'm content to hold her, to feel her heart beating in time with mine. We'll face the music soon enough. But in this moment, it's just Zoe and me, and the future can wait.
The buzz of my phone shatters our peaceful moment. Zoe and I are tangled together, her head resting on my chest as I absently stroke her hair. I reach for the device, trying not to disturb her too much.
When I see Liam's name on the screen, reality comes crashing back with brutal force.
"Where are you?" Liam's text reads. "You didn't come home last night."
Guilt slams into me like a physical blow. Christ. What have I done?
I tense involuntarily, and Zoe lifts her head to look at me, concern etched across her features. "Marcus? What's wrong?"
I swallow hard, showing her the screen. "It's Liam," I say, my voice rough.
Zoe's eyes widen. She sits up, pulling the sheet around her.
"What are you going to tell him?" she asks softly.
I run a hand through my hair, conflict tearing me apart. My duty to the pack, my loyalty to Liam, the oath I swore as Beta – they all demand one course of action. But my heart, my wolf, every instinct I possess... they're all screaming for me to stay right here, to never let Zoe go.
"Fuck," I mutter, scrubbing a hand over my face.
Zoe reaches out, her hand warm on my arm. "Marcus," she says, her voice gentle but firm. "We need to talk about this. About us."
