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I know, love, my wolf tried to soothe her, shivering at the distant memory.

I grabbed her hips again, needing her close. “I tried to get you out of my mind. It was awful. I haven’t let another female touch me since.”

Tisiphone cried out with pleasure as I lowered my teeth to one of her pert nipples, growling as I got another taste of her skin. Her silk underwear was a forbidden barrier as she glided her core up and down my shaft.

But I could wait. I did wait. I would wait. A thousand years. Forever. As long as it took for her to come around and admit she was always made to be mine.

She moaned as I released her nipple and blew on it, leaving the cool bite of air in my place as I moved to bestow the same attention on the other.

The silk barrier between us was soaked as she continued to move, chasing her own pleasure.

Fuck. She could use me if she wanted. My length grew painfully hard at the thought.

“This isn’t fair,” Tisiphone whimpered as her body relaxed in my hands. “You know how to make me fall apart, but I don’t know what to do for you.”

“Feel what you do to me.” I chuckled as I moved her hand between us, closing my eyes when she wrapped her fingers around my shaft. “You drive me crazy. Always have.”

“I need more,” she whispered. “I need you inside me.”

Stop stalling!

I didn’t hesitate to extend a claw and rip off the thin panties, growling when she positioned herself right above my tip.

I had to still be dreaming.

Tisiphone’s legs shook as she grabbed my shoulders, forcing me to look up into her tear-filled eyes. “I’m sorry, Jaxon. For whatever part I played in keeping us apart.”

“No.” I kissed her. Gently, coaxing her out of the headspace she was slipping into. “You don’t get to be sorry. Not now. With me. Like this. I only want you to feel joy. Feel the need I have for you. Do you hear me?”

She nodded once, drawing in a ragged breath as the heat of her wet center lined up with my aching cock, and not for the first time, I welcomed the playful smirk on her face. “Can you show me what I’ve been missing?”

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He was gentle. Achingly so. And my body physically burned for him. How I’d gone my entire life without this, I didn’t know. But I was eager to make up for lost time.

Our kisses lingered, swallowing sounds I never knew I could make, as we tried to stay quiet in the tent that trapped our heat and scents, combining them into something magic that felt a lot like home.

I lost track of time. Of all rational sense.

All I knew was that I belonged here, wrapped in Jaxon’s arms as our bodies moved together like they were always meant to be. When he thrust into me, I matched his pace, chasing that high yet again.

“Right there,” I whispered against his lips.

His kiss was gentle, but I could feel him. His wolf, holding back. When he thrust deeper, I moaned, turning my cheek to his bed of furs and looking for something to muffle the sound of my coming orgasm.

His teeth stilled against my neck. Instinctually, I arched against him, giving better access.

Go on, my wolf urged. Complete the bond.

“No,” I growled.

Jaxon froze.

“Don’t stop,” I begged. “Just don’t bite.”

“You’re mine,” he growled against my skin, moving his hips in that delicious way again.