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“Are you sure?” he asked.

“Stop asking me that, and just do what you want to do,” she said, lifting her shoulders and head up off the blanket enough to be able to kiss him while she supported herself by holding onto his shoulder.

“Remember you said it,” he said, smiling at her seductively.

Her stomach gave a little flip when he grabbed one of her legs and held it up while he repositioned himself to a better angle and started stroking faster, harder.

“You’re going to be sore tomorrow,” he snarled as he set a rhythm and didn’t miss a single stroke.

“I don’t care,” she answered.

Didn’t take long, only minutes really, before he was shortening his strokes, snarling non-stop deep in his chest, his body tightening as he tried to control himself.

“I can’t do this anymore,” he said, stopping his thrusting.

“Why?!” she demanded, panting heavily.

“Because I can’t control myself with you. I’m already having a hard time holding back.”

“Sorry.”

Clay laughed, hanging his head. “It’s not a bad thing, Harper. With you, it’s not just sex. I want to come. I need to come.”

“Then do it.”

His head lifted and his gaze found her. “You said don’t bite.”

“Because then we’ll be mates and it will be irreversible. If it’s just sex, we can discuss, make a decision later when it’s not just need.”

“It’ll still connect us.”

“We’re already connected. You’re my best friend, other than Summer, and I’m sure as hell not doing this with Summer. Please. Don’t stop now. I have a need, too.”

Clay knew what this was for him. And he knew she was still avoiding finalizing the mating bond. No blood, no final bond. But she’d already scraped his arms with her nails, to him, that was a mating mark. Sure a bite was more decisive, but scratches still qualified. And while he knew it, she obviously didn’t. Win mate later, his Panther whispered in his mind. Take her now.

Clay looked down at Harper and pushed himself deep inside her again.

She moaned, as she looked into his eyes. “Satisfy us both. Make me come. Make yourself come.”

He pulled back his hips and stroked inside her again, then started moving harder, deeper, as he let himself do what he’d always wanted to do — since becoming an adult anyway. He filled her, his eruption filling her as his Panther roared in his mind, and Harper cried out beneath him as she came the moment his ejaculation began bathing her inner walls. He leaned over and sucked her nipple into his mouth again, rubbing it between his teeth until he tasted blood. He didn’t bite, she’d asked him not to. But he couldn’t stop until he’d managed to get a taste of her blood, while he marked her body as his. He’d bite later after he’d completely won her over. She was his mate, he’d always known it. And he had no doubt that she did, too. She just wasn’t ready to admit it.

He relaxed on top of her to catch his breath, then rolled over, taking her with him to lie on top of him. He curved an arm across her back and held her to him as he did his best to recover.

Finally, she lifted her head and waited for him to look at her.

He opened his eyes and smiled at her as he brushed the hair out of her face. “How do you feel?” he asked.

“So relaxed. I could go to sleep right here.”

“Me, too. But I’m pretty sure it’s not a good idea.”

“No, we really need to pack up and go. Mr. Bigsby might come looking for us just to make sure we’re okay if we’re here much longer.”

“Let’s get up and go, then. I don’t want him to find us like this.”

“It’s not like we’re not adults,” she said.

“I know, but still. He admires you, let’s keep it that way.”