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Kicking up dirt, he darted to the side. Circling around her he blocked her path. Too fast for her to react, she slammed into his chest, still laughing.

Wrapping his arms around her, he lifted her from the ground and nuzzled her with his snout. She leaned back with a moan as he breathed her in. The scent of her arousal was stronger this close. It made his dick twitch.

One hand resting on her back, he held her weight. The other hand on her shoulder steadied her. She spread her legs, inviting him in. He hesitated.

She shot him a look. “All of my stitches are out, and my cast is off.” She brandished her now free right arm. “You promised.”

He growled. Why had he made her that promise? He knew better; he was too large for her.

Why, why had he been that careless? Oh yeah … it was supposed to feel amazing, and you couldn’t get a woman pregnant in wolf form.

Clarissa had been adamant she didn’t want children, at least for a while. She’d spent so long being a caretaker, she didn’t want to jump into parenthood. He was more than happy to oblige her wishes and this was one guaranteed way. Once more, after she’d heard about it, she pleaded with him using those large hazel eyes. He’d said yes to placate her, hoping she would forget. She hadn’t.

He was going to kill whoever in the pack told her about this. Sure, they all did this with their mates or just for fun, but honestly. Most of them were with other shifters who were stronger and healed quickly. Not only that, but his wolf was almost ten feet tall when the rest of them were all under eight.

He looked between them. His erection was as wide as the space between her thighs. The tip reached her navel. It throbbed. She wanted this, she’d been begging him, and he wanted it too.

It was more than the heightened feel of the orgasm. It was the closeness, it was marking her as his in the most primal way, and it was symbolic. Clarissa not only accepted him as a supernatural being, she embraced it.

Kneeling, he laid her on the ground. Grumbling in protest, she tried to get up. He pressed a hand to her chest.

Nuzzling between her thighs, he licked her vulva. Swirling his tongue over her puckering hole, then her entrance, he went up to her swollen clit. He flicked it once. Gasping, she wrapped her legs around his neck.

He pressed his tongue inside her. Pushing in further, exploring, the taste of her excitement sent shivers down his spine. The hand on her chest teased her nipples.

She whimpered and writhed under his ministrations. Moving his broad, wet tongue in and out, her breath became ragged.

“Tom,” she whined.

Pulling out, he left trails of drool over her wanton opening. Moving up, he attacked her clit, swirling over the swollen nub until her body contracted, screaming his name.

Phasing back to human, he trailed kisses up her leg. She was dripping with his saliva.

“You promised,” she said.

“So impatient,” he muttered.

Getting to his feet, he lifted her off the ground. With one hand supporting her back, he pushed inside her. She was slick and dripping wet. Placing his other hand firmly between her breasts, he looked into her eyes.

“Hold still,” he said.

He phased as slowly as he could, careful to keep only the tip inside her.

As his body grew, he felt himself expanding inside her. Fixated on her face, he watched her eyes close, her mouth going slack.

He paused, giving her time to adjust.

Panting, she looked at him and nodded.

He slid her further down his erection. Head falling back, she arched into him. Moving her up and down, he started slow.

Mouth agape in a silent scream, whimpering cries escaped her lips. Her eyes rolled and her legs went slack.

Spurred by her reaction, he moved faster, thrusting his hips with the movements. Her skin covered with sweat; the sheer pink fabric of her negligee clung to her hard nipples as her breasts bounced. The ruffled lace edges bunched over the part in her legs, soaking in the juices of their connection.

Moving his hand from between her breasts, he held her neck. She clutched at his forearm; panting and crying, her tongue lulled out. His fingers flexed. He was close. The pressure was building, his dick started to swell, stretching her to her limit.

Jolting upright, Clarissa screamed his name. Body going rigid, she clenched around him. His knot, fully formed, held her fast as his tip exploded. His hands flexed around her neck.