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But I was merciless as I took her orgasm over the edge, knowing that I wanted her to feel me the next time she ever needed help like this, and I wasn’t done yet.

If this was all I’d get, then I planned to taste her. To imprint the smell of her on my skin. She cried out with loss until I buried my face between her legs and replaced my fingers with my tongue.

So sweet. Just how I knew she would be.

I lapped up that sweetness, eating like a man starving, and tried to devour her whole.

Meg’s breath came faster as her nails dug into my shoulders.

Good. I wanted to wear her marks. Some sort of proof that this was truly happening when I woke up tomorrow morning to find out this was only a dream.

“Roman…” She panted, tightening around my tongue as I sucked on her clit. “Stop. Please.”

I pulled back immediately, panting as her essence coated my face.

“Is that all you needed?” I don’t know how I managed to sound so professional when every part of my being was screaming to throw caution to the wind. That now, in this moment, was the first time I’d ever lived, and I couldn’t let anything take it away.

Not without a fight.

“No.” Meg’s eyes were blown wide with desire as she growled, “I need more.”

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Meg

Mate him. Bite him. Taste him. Keep him.

I didn’t know how I had the mental clarity to tell Roman what I needed, or how I was alert enough to make rational sense of what was happening while my wolf was this worked up.

Somehow, I breathed through the beastly heat that burned me from the inside as I pushed Roman back to the bed and straddled his hips to rip off his shirt, baring his chest.

No fur. Just bronze skin and human scars. Gods, he was perfect. Handsome in a way I couldn’t believe. Mine.

Roman’s gaze darkened as he stared up at me.

My mate wanted this.

That knowledge was enough to push through all the warning bells ringing in my head. Or maybe it was the wolf that blocked out those thoughts.

Roman wanted me. I wanted him.

It should’ve been that simple.

But it wasn’t… yet. I knew I had to tell him why first.

His hands gripped my hips possessively.

I closed my eyes, breathing again. “We have to talk.”

His body stilled, every muscle tense. “Whatever you need.”

“Stop doing that,” I cried, rocking forward to ease some of the building tension as I moved one of his large hands to my breast.

“Stop what?” he asked.

I looked down at him, seeing his confusion.

“I need you to tell me what you want,” I rushed out the words as another wave of heat throbbed through my core again.