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“From the first time I opened my eyes in your lab, you’ve made it quite clear that you are my creator; my mistress; my god,” he rumbles, brushing his mouth against her foot once more before pressing his thumb into the instep of the other and pulling a groan of pleasure from her. “So—I am worshipping you.” Another kiss, this one to her ankle. “Like you were meant to be.”

“Oh,” she breathes, hesitance still lacing her voice, but when he kisses higher on her ankle, her eyelids flutter. “That’s not… You don’t have to—”

“Yes. I do,” he interrupts her, brushing his lips up higher, to her calf muscle. “You’re my mate. My monstrous, wrathful goddess. I will worship you until the day I die.”

She stares down at him with more than a little hesitance, but the fear in her eyes dims with every caress of his lips against her skin, even as his mouth travels higher up her leg toward the beautiful hollow calling to him. When he reaches the inside of her knee, she moans.

“That’s it, little goddess,” he rumbles, his warm breath raising goosebumps along her thigh. “Let me show you how it’s supposed to feel.”

Gentle fingertips skim over his scalp, and when he looks up to meet her gaze, his breath catches in his throat. Her pretty eyes are hooded, and in them, naked vulnerability is etched, along with the first sprinkling of trust. Even without their connection, the magnitude of this moment would have bored itself into the marrow of his bones.

Slowly she leans down on her elbows, then all the way to her back before she spreads her thighs wide, guiding him to where she needs hisworshipmost.

Jacob exhales hard, groaning withhungerat the unobstructed view of her glistening slit. His kisses up her inner thighs are hard and urgent, teeth nipping at her flesh and lips sucking on her skin until finally, he’sthere.

The smell of her fills his nostrils, overwhelming him with its animalic potency until she fills his lungs, his cells, his mind. He groans again, the ache in his pulsing cock almost more than he can bear.Stars,he never needed anything like he does her cunt.

Trembling with the effort to stay in control, he reaches up for her hands and brings them to the back of his head. Her fingers instantly latch onto his skull, and when he parts her slick folds and finally buries his mouth in her, there’s nothing but pleasure in her throaty moan.

She tastes like… Jacob struggles for a comparison, finds none, and promptly loses the will to care. It doesn’t matter what she tastes like, only that he’ll never,everget enough, so long as he fucking lives.

His mate mewls and writhes as he greedily laps at her center, coaxing the maddening juices from her opening until her fingertips dig into his skull, desperately guiding him upward.

He obeys, and her groan when he finally closes his lips around her pulsing clit makes his balls tighten in near-release.

“Omigod!”Her thighs clasp tight around his neck, muscles trembling and nails digging into his scalp as her little clit pops into the cavern of his mouth, elongating with the suction. “Fuck, Jacob, oh!Oh!”

There is not a power on this Earth strong enough to keep him in control. The sound of hisname,moaned with such all-consumingneed…There is nothing left in his world but her pleasure.

He sucks her clit while she wails and bucks and rubs herself against his mouth, sucks it until her thighs squeeze his neck through her first climax so hard a lesser man would have passed out, then sucks it harder still while she trembles and pants and grinds on his tongue, right into a second orgasm.

His ears ring with the sound of his name and the bond in his chest throbs with the echoes of her pleasure, and he willnever. Get. Enough.

“Ah! No more! Please! Too—too sensitive!” His renewed suction on the swollen bud between his lips makes her push at his forehead in between harsh pants for air. He’s so lost to the fog that it takes her desperately flailing a foot at his shoulder before he registers what she means.

It takes everything he has to pull away.

For a moment, the only sounds in the room are their shared breaths. His are as labored as hers, the struggle to not pin her thighs open and force his mouth back to her overstimulated clit taking every ounce of strength he possesses.

When he finally trusts himself enough to keep the dominant urges in check, he looks up once more—and immediately loses the ability to think.

She’s collapsed on her back on the bed, skin glowing with a thin sheen of sweat and legs splayed open to reveal her glistening pussy. Her clit protrudes obscenely, well-sucked and dark red from his attention, and her weeping hole is swollen open.

Ready to be worshipped.

EIGHT

ADDIE

The alpha stands up slowly, and every oversized muscle in his body rolls with the movement.

My pussy contracts at the sight, entirely unconcerned with how my clit throbs from hyper-stimulation, or my stomach clenches when his enormous cock comes into view again. It’s so big. So ridiculously, impossiblybig.

Only it’s not impossible. He’s been inside me before. It hurt like hell, but my body is capable. And right now, even as trepidation tries to fight its way through my post-orgasmic bliss, all that matters is that I need him, or I’ll never ever find my way out of the darkness. The knowledge isn’t logical, it’s primal—every cell in my body throbs with it.I have to.

I force my gaze from his huge member and find his eyes. Immediate warmth floods my belly, softening my muscles and making fluid rush from my core. Those deep, green eyes burn with unadulterated desire, no hint of reluctance or grim determination obstructing his want. Right now, he doesn’t see his tormenter, doesn’t see any of our fucked-up past. Right now, all he sees when he looks at me is a woman.

Jacob leans down over me, one hand next to my head taking his weight as his huge body boxes me in on the mattress and blocks out everything else.

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