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I shook against him. “Oh god, oh god.”

“I’m wider than that,” he said, voice harsh. “A lot wider. I’ll hit you so deep you won’t know where I end and you start. You really ready for that?”

I was gasping for air now, on the cusp of the most intense orgasm I’d ever had.

“No, you’re not ready for me to shove my big cock inside you, dove, not the way I’ll do it. I’ll claim you like the dirty, rutting dog I am. I’ll make you mine, Willow, and I’ll never let you go. You know that, don’t you? That once I’ve had you, that’s it, there’s no getting away from me. You’ll me mine,” he said the last with an edge of dominance, possession, god, violence.

“Warrick,” I said, and the helplessness, the surrender in my voice, would have alarmed me if I was thinking beyond my need to come, to get closer to this male, for more of what I was positive only he could give me.

Then I was screaming, shaking, coming for him all over again.

When I finally slumped back, exhausted. He slid his fingers free, then pressed them against my swollen flesh, cupping me with that big, rough hand, and stared into my eyes in a way that screamed ownership.

I couldn’t look away as he slowly, so slowly, lowered me to my feet. My knees shook, but somehow, I didn’t fall.

He stepped back and his hands dropped to the front of his jeans, popping the button. He yanked down the zipper, shoved his jeans low enough to free his erection, then braced his legs apart.

Taking himself in hand, he started stroking, fast, not trying to tease. Warrick needed to come.

I couldn’t tear my eyes away as he lifted the front of his T-shirt, revealing his tight abs, and snarled as he thrust faster into his fist, watching me the whole time. Then the same thing happened that had in the shower. His cock grew longer, thicker, the head darkening and widening.

“You want that inside you, dove?” he asked, flames dancing in his eyes.

I licked my lips, needy and a little afraid all at the same time.

Watching my reaction, he snarled and came, coating his fingers.

He kept stroking until he was done, then shoved his pants back up and closed in on me. I couldn’t move, locked in place by the fierceness in his eyes. He lifted his hand, holding a finger to my mouth, waiting. The move was one of pure ownership, and I don’t know what came over me, but I gave him what he wanted. I took his hand in both of mine and sucked that thick finger into my mouth, his taste mixed with my own, coating my tongue as I licked it clean.

Nostrils flaring, he cupped the back of my head and his lips peeled back, revealing teeth that were no longer his. They were those of his beast, the hound, canines extended, sharp and vicious. “No fucking backing out now, you know that, don’t you, dove?” he said.

I stared up at him, my heart still racing. He meant what he said. The truth of it was in his eyes.

What was I doing with him? I was setting myself up here for serious hurt. I could see the collision coming, the ugly aftermath, but I couldn’t put on the brakes. I couldn’t stop this.

A tingle danced along my belly.

The vines.

Shoving up my shirt, I looked down. “Oh no.”

“What is it?”

“It’s too late.”

“What are you talking about?”

“The vines, they’ve joined. I failed. Oh god, I’ve failed…”

Chapter 22

Willow

Come to me.

The mother’s voice echoed through my mind. “I need pants.” I ran across the room and yanked my drawers open, then pulled on underwear and a fresh pair of jeans.

“Where the fuck are you going?” Warrick said, stepping in front of me.