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He pulled back to get a better look at her face. “You know it’s not just that, right?” he asked, even as his vision was blurring with each little movement Fee made against his aching cock.

“I know.” She thrust against him. “But that part is pretty important. To me.”

He groaned. “To me, too. Damn, Fee, I’ve wanted you for so long.”

She practically purred against his throat, her hips still working against him. Holy shit, his first time with Fee pressed against him and he was about to come in his pants like a fucking teenager.

“Promise me something,” she said, her face still buried in this neck, her breath hot on his skin.

“Anything.” He meant it. Literally anything. He would give this woman anything she wanted.

“Promise me that if this little experiment doesn’t work, we won’t lose anything.” Her hands gripped tight to his back, holding him close. “I can’t lose you.”

“Never,” he growled. “You can’t get rid of me, Fee. I promise.”

She sighed and he held her, soft and warm and so fucking perfect in his arms, and still her hips rocked and rocked until her sighs turned to breathy moans. She rolled him onto his back, straddling his hips in the dark. He ran his hands over her curves, into the dip at her waist. Her stomach was soft and warm under her shirt. She gasped when he reached her breasts, cupping them in his hands.

The idea of Fee had dwelled so long in his head. The dream of what she would feel like to touch, what she would sound like when she came, what she looked like when pleasure washed over her, had haunted him for so long, that now, here, in front of him, he almost didn’t know what to do.

He almost forgot to pay attention to her warm flesh, to the way she shivered when his thumb brushed across her nipples. He almost forgot to take in every beautiful moment of Fee’s exquisite body rubbing against his, finding her pleasure with the fabric of their clothes still between them.

But when Fee’s head dropped between her shoulders and her body shook and a long low moan escaped her beautiful lips, Theo soaked in every damn second. The sight of her, the press of her body against his, the feel of her beneath his palms, barreled into him.

“Shit, shit, shit.” He came harder than he had since … well, since last night when he’d come to the sound of Fee’s raspy voice in the dark cabin. But shit, this time was just as good. And he hadn’t even managed to get his cock out of his pants.

Phoebe rolled to his side and tucked her face back into the curve of his neck.

“Well.” He cleared his throat. “That was embarrassing.”

“Why?”

“Fee, I came in my pants.”

He could feel her shrug. “So did I.”

He huffed a laugh.

“And it was really good,” she said, pressing a smile against his shoulder.

He couldn’t help but smile back. “Yeah. I guess it was.”

Phoebe giggled. “Maybe next time, we’ll manage to get our clothes off first.”

Theo laughed, pressing a kiss to her forehead. “I need to clean up.” He got up from the little bed, his heart singing with Fee’s words.

Next time.

Chapter Twenty-Three

Theo was perfectly aware that he had made promises to Fee before. But this one he was determined to keep.

This time, he wasn’t waking up battered and beaten. He was no longer devastated by the loss of his pack, his family. The hole torn open in his heart when he’d left had slowly healed, leaving only a dull ache.

He’d built a life outside his pack, however humble.

He was done hiding from Fee.

Now he just had to convince her they could do it.