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“You won’t hurt me,” she said, holding his gaze and he didn’t know if she meant physically or otherwise, but he wasn’t confident about either.

He pushed in part way and stopped, trembling above her. They both groaned. God, she was so tight. Another inch. Another. Fee clenched around him, and Theo felt his soul leave his body.

“Theo, please,” she gasped and he slid the rest of the way in. He stopped, shaking, sweating, cursing himself for doing this all wrong. “Fuck,” Phoebe muttered.

“What?” Alarm coursed through him. He’d hurt her.

She looked up at him with a mischievous grin. “You have a really big cock.”

He huffed out what breath he had left, his dick still surrounded by the slick heat of Fee’s pussy making it nearly impossible to exhale. “Is that a bad thing?”

“No,” she breathed, wiggling a little beneath him. “It’s just annoying that the rumors were true.”

He would have laughed had he been physically capable of doing so. “You’ve seen it before.”

“This really drives it home, though,” she said with a grin. A grin he kissed from her face, thrusting into her in a long slow stroke. She groaned. “Theo.”

Goddamn it. His name in that breathy, throaty sound was all he ever wanted to hear for the rest of his life. He ground his back teeth, clenched every muscle in his body. His wolf prowled and clawed and whined beneath his skin.

He was fucking his Mate, his Fee, his best friend.

She scratched her nails down his back and arched into him, and something tore loose inside him. He couldn’t hold back anymore. He thrust into her hard enough that she gasped and tightened her grip on him.

He fucked her hard, only vaguely thinking of the rug burn she’d have on her back in the morning. Only barely thinking of the fact that there was no turning back after this, that whatever lies he’d told her about a trial period were exactly that: lies. He wanted Fee forever. And he was taking whatever friendship they’d had over the years and tearing it apart with his body.

He fucked her until she was moaning and writhing beneath him, hearing only her voice, her breaths, the sound of his skin slapping against hers. He couldn’t think of anything except a constant chorus of mine, mine, mine.

He fucked her not caring that he should have talked to her first. He should have told her everything, confessed it all. It didn’t matter how hard he fucked Phoebe right now and he knew it.

That’s all this was. It wasn’t a claiming. He couldn’t claim what Phoebe didn’t want to give.

And so he fucked her until she screamed out his name, her nails digging into his flesh. She cried out his name over and over as he spilled into her. She clung to him as he shook with release.

But as he rolled to his side, keeping Fee tucked beside him, he knew he’d done it all fucking wrong.

After what might have been days or years or decades, but was probably only a few minutes, Fee propped herself up on her elbow and looked down at him with a satisfied smile. She was so beautiful it hurt to look at her. But he did look. He stared and her smile grew.

He may have done it all wrong, but looking at Fee right now, knowing they had all night, he knew he was going to do it so many more times before morning.

“What’s with the smile?” he said, instead of the hundreds of things he should have said.

“Do women not usually smile after you fuck them, Theo? Seems like a bad sign.” She shrugged a small, freckled shoulder. Theo lifted his head to kiss it.

“You seemed to enjoy yourself.”

“It was pretty good.”

“Pretty good?” Theo’s eyes narrowed, a low growl in his throat and Phoebe just shook her head.

“Really good, you idiot. But I can’t have you any cockier than you already are.”

Theo grinned. “First you compliment my dick and now this. How can I not be cocky after that?” he said.

Fee laughed, swatting him on his bare chest. Playful, flirty, safe. He could do this relationship. He knew it well. Flirting with his best friend was one of his favorite hobbies. Doing it naked just made it even better. Never mind that the sex had nearly destroyed him.

“I think for the next round, I should be on top,” she said, her gaze lingering on his. This was how Fee must be with her other lovers, he thought. Just a little bit bossy. And for once he didn’t feel the sharp stab of jealousy. How long had he wondered what his little nymph would be like in bed? And now he got to see it. Up close and very personal.

“The next round?”