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“I’m yours,” I said. “Oh, Anson. I’m yours.”
“That’s right,” he said.
“Please.”
“Say it!”
“Oh!”
“Say it!”
“All yours. Only yours. Forever! Oh!”
He hooked three fingers into me, working me, making me buck and thrash, thrusting my hips with wild abandon.
“Look at you,” he said. “God. I love this. Do you know how beautiful you are like this? Wet. Swollen.”
He rolled the pad of his thumb over my clit, sending me into a frenzy. My legs shook. My whole body trembled.
He let out a wicked laugh. “Settle down.”
But I couldn’t. I was too far gone.
I would crawl for him. Beg for him. Do anything he commanded me to. For so long, I’d tried to fight against it. Thought I had been the one who was supposed to dominate. And I did.
Except with him. Anson…X. He was the only man who could make me rise for him, make me open myself in the way I needed. And I did need.
“Tell me,” he said. He guided his cock into me, stretching me as wide as I thought I could go. Oh, but Anson would find ways to spread me even wider. I loved the way he used me.
“Now,” he said.
My body responded just as he’d trained me. Just as I was made for. I exploded around him, crying out his name.
Anson. My Anson. My X. He was everything. My wolf. My mate.
And that’s when I knew. No. I’d always known deep down. Only now, I was finally ready. I was finally worthy. Because he had shown me all the parts of himself. The light. The dark.
And I had been brave enough to show him all that I was as well.
“Now!” It was my turn to issue the command.
X slid out of me. I cried out, still aching to be filled. But I knew what I needed to do.
I turned, going on all fours in front of him. I dug my heels into the sand. I arched my back. Behind me, Anson readied himself. He took two fingers and spread my lips as he got into position.
“Oh. Oh!”
As he thrust inside of me, I felt him lengthen and widen even more. He reached around to pinch one of my nipples. I shuddered with pleasure. But it was only the beginning.
“Look,” he commanded. He wound my hair around his forearm and gently pulled it, forcing me to arch my back even more. He made me look up at the sky. The moon.
I swelled for him. I howled for him. A new ache began to blossom at the base of my neck.
“Please,” I begged him. “Anson…I want it. Please!”
He pulled my hair again. He stroked my neck. Kissed along the column of my throat. Then…he let his fangs fully drop. I squirmed with anticipation.
