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“Phoebe.” Low, thick, dangerous. A warning. A promise.

Maybe had she been a better person, she would have said something else. Confessed something. A few somethings. Maybe she would have told Theo that she loved him, that she had since the day they met. Maybe she would have told him why she’d led him on a fruitless chase.

But she wasn’t a better person.

Theo was a beast, but Phoebe was a nymph. And she wanted. Oh, how she wanted.

It had been so long.

And so, she said the only thing she could think of to finally get what she’d dreamed of every day she’d known him.

“Theo.” His dark gaze snapped to hers. “I dare you to fuck me.”

He didn’t remember moving but he was in front of her before he knew what was happening. He dropped to his knees and buried his face between her thighs before any rational thoughts could enter his head. He didn’t want them to.

Phoebe gasped as his tongue found her, wet and aching. Her fingers tugged on his curls. He licked her, drank her in, devoured her. Nothing could have stopped him at this moment, nothing could have torn him away from her.

And from the way she was clinging to him, he thought she felt the same.

She draped a leg over his shoulder, giving him better access and he dug his fingers into her thighs, holding her in place. He feasted on her like a man starved because he was. He had hungered for this woman for a decade. For an eternity.

He swirled his tongue around her clit and Fee bucked in his arms. He gazed up at her, and he couldn’t help the grin spreading across his face.

“You like that?”

“Of course I do,” she breathed, her eyes fluttering closed when he did it again. He almost chuckled but he was too distracted by her taste. Fee, his Fee.

She needed him. She wanted him.

How had he not realized that was all he wanted to know? All these years she seemed so … so totally fine without him. And she was. But she wanted him, anyway.

Fee canted her hips forward, rocking against his tongue, and Theo’s cock got impossibly hard. She rocked again and all he could think was, yes, use me, take what you need.

And she did. She moved against his tongue, her hands wrapped in his hair, her moans filling the little trailer and Theo thought he could die a happy man right now. His cock ached in protest. Okay, maybe not a totally happy man. If he didn’t end the night with his dick buried in Fee’s tight little pussy, he might actually die.

Fee wriggled against his mouth, and he increased the pressure of his tongue, lapping at her sweetness. Her needy whimpers told him she was close. God, he would never tire of hearing those sounds. Fee’s moans and gasps. Her taste. The feel of her flesh beneath his fingers.

“Theo, shit, shit, shit.” Phoebe shuddered and gasped and ground against his tongue, coming so hard he could feel her thighs trembling around his face.

He didn’t give her a chance to recover, just stood and scooped her up with him. He turned once, assessing the room, forgetting he was in an unfamiliar place. No time. He needed her right now. For ten fucking years he’d needed her. He laid her back down on the rug, frantically tugging the shirt from his body and kicking the jeans off his legs.

He was back on his knees in front of her, where he apparently belonged, and Phoebe gazed up at him with lust-filled eyes. Good she still wanted him. He hadn’t blown it yet.

“Spread your legs for me.” His voice was a growl, his cock was achingly hard. He couldn’t see straight, couldn’t think, couldn’t remember what he was supposed to do.

All he knew was that Fee obeyed. She opened her legs and he crawled between them, bracing himself over her.

She was small. God, he had known his best friend was small, of course he had, but never had it been so obvious until right now when he loomed over her. He hesitated. Fee wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him closer, kissing him down his neck and across his chest.

“Theo,” Fee purred and he nearly came all over her stomach. He squeezed his eyes shut, unable to look at her naked beneath him without ending all this before it started.

“Theo,” she said again, pleading in her voice. “Fuck me.”

Fuck me. He was a good lover. He’d had plenty of practice. He’d never left a woman unsatisfied, but goddamn it if this didn’t feel like the first time. Like he didn’t know what to do or how to do it. Like all he wanted was to rut into Fee’s sweet heat like some kind of animal.

His wolf howled.

“I don’t want to hurt you,” he ground out as Phoebe wrapped her legs around his hips, lining his cock up with her entrance.