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“Nobody’s ever…” she says faintly.

I walk us to the bed. “Get used to it.”

Zahra’s eyes go soft, and she kisses me.

It’s our first kiss, and it’s not fucking gentle. Her hands fist in my hair and pull it out of its tie. My tongue’s in her mouth. She tastes like mint and lip gloss, and she kisses the way she fought out battle, all in. I lay her down on the clean prison sheets, come down over her, and her thighs fall open around my hips like they’ve been waiting her whole life to do it.

“Declan,” she breathes. “Do not rip this dress, I have to walk out of here in it.”

I smile wickedly. “Then you’d better tell me where the fucking zipper is.”

She laughs, breathless, and shows me. I peel her out of it slow. I want to go fast. My wolf’s howling at me to go fast. But I’ve waited my whole life to touch something this fucking beautiful, this perfect, and I’m not fucking rushing shit. Ivory lace reveals under the ivory dress. Then fucking nothing.

I sit back on my heels and fucking look.

Fuck. Fuck. She’s all curves. Big, heavy breasts with dark nipples drawn up tight. A soft, round belly. Wide hips, thick thighs, so much fucking woman I don’t know where to look first. I want my hands on all of it. My mouth. I want to bury my face in every soft inch of her and never come up for air.

Her hands twitch, like she’s thinking about covering herself. I catch her wrists before she can.

“Don’t you fucking dare.”

“Honey…”

“No.”

I spread my hand over her belly. It covers her nearly hip to hip, scarred and olive tone against all that smooth brown, and the sight of it does something savage to me. “This is mine. All of this. You’re the most beautiful fucking thing I’ve ever seen, and I’m going to spend the rest of my life proving it. Starting now.”

I start at her throat and work down. I take my time on her chest, sucking her nipples until she’s fucking begging. Then I rub my beard over the underside of each one, down her ribs, across her belly; she moans like I’m fucking killing her. By the time I shoulder her lush thighs apart, their insides are fucking wet, and the scent of her slick has me so hard it fucking hurts.

“Look at that,” I rasp. “Pretty little pussy’s crying for me.”

“Declan, please…”

So I put my mouth on her. And she fucking screams, then claps both hands over her mouth, eyes rolling. I lift my head long enough to grin at her.

“No cameras, love. Let them hear.”

Fuck. Fuck! She tastes like fucking heaven. Sweet and rich and omega, all over my tongue, soaking into my beard, I eat her like a fucking starved man. Four years of nothing, and now this soft, hot, dripping little pussy, her thick thighs shaking on either side of my head, my mate’s voice going high and broken, saying my name. She comes on my tongue in under two minutes, legs fucking clamped around my ears, but I don’t stop. Can’t. The second one’s even harder. The third time, I’ve got two fingers inside her, and she’s so fucking tight around them, squeezing, sucking me in…

“Inside,” she’s begging. “Inside me, please, Alpha, I need…”

Alpha. My wolf nearly takes my spine out.

NOW.

I strip off the jumpsuit and the undershirt, and hear her breath stop. I know what I look like. Scars everywhere. Knife, bullet, claws, the long, ugly rope up the side of my throat. But she’s not looking at my scars. My woman’s eyes travel all over my body with fucking hunger, and when they land on my cock, her eyes are the size of dinner plates.

“Uh… baby… that’s not gonna fit.”

“Sweetheart, you’re my Omega, and you’re fucking soaking these sheets. You were fucking made to take me.” I press myself against her and lean down until we’re nose to nose. “Eyes on me, love. I wanna see you when you take your Alpha for the first time.”

I push in slow. Inch by thick inch, and holy fuck. She’s so hot. So wet. So fucking tight around me that my arms start shaking, and I have to stop halfway and breathe, or this will be over before it even fucking starts. Nothing, nothing in my whole entire goddamn life ever even came close to feeling like this. Zahra’s nails dig into my shoulders. Her full mouth falls open. She’s making little shocked sounds, “oh, oh, oh,” every time I give her more, and when I’m finally all the way in, balls deep in my wife’s sweet pussy, I stop. We just stare at each other.

“There you are,” she whispers.

And I lose my damn mind. I fuck her deep and slow until she’s used to me, then hard when she starts begging for it. And Christ, does she beg. She’s loud, fucking filthy. My classy little counselor wraps her thick thighs around my waist and tells me exactly what she wants, and I give her every fucking bit of it. Her tits bounce with every thrust. Her belly’s soft under my hand. Her pussy’s gripping me like a goddamn fist, dripping all over me and the sheets, and the sounds… fuck me, the sounds we’re making.

And I can’t shut up either. I tell her she’s beautiful. I tell her she’s mine. I tell her I’m going to knot her, fill her up, that one day I’m going to put a baby in this soft belly and watch her get round with it, and her pussy clamps down on me so fucking hard at that one that I nearly lose it.