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it, skin-to-skin where they touched. He broke the kiss. Her lips were swollen with it, her eyes half-lidded. Her arousal perfumed the air, calling to him. He wanted to make her shriek with pleasure, but that wouldn’t do with Sarra, their host and healer, on the other side of the wall.
    He slipped a hand between Arianna’s legs, dipping into the honey dripping between them, then nipped at her neck, tasting her and working his way up.
    “I’m going to make you mine,” Jak whispered in her ear as he teased her entrance with his fingers. “I’m going to claim you with my love and with my cock. I’m going to make you want to scream my name. But you will be quiet. Absolutely quiet. Do you understand?”
    She whimpered and squirmed against his hand. He smiled, enjoying her torment, knowing it would make her climax all the better. He grabbed one of the wooden-handled paint brushes off the easel nearby.
    “I have something for you to do with that delicious mouth of yours.” He gently placed the smooth handle across her parted lips, urging her to take it. “Bite.” He smirked as she bit down on it, then ran a thumb across her cheek. “I’m going to miss hearing you pray my name.”
    He took the hand rubbing her already-swollen nub and thrust two fingers inside. She groaned, but the paintbrush did its job of keeping the sound contained, a guttural, animal thing inside her throat. It was wild, her wolf speaking, and it made his cock twitch. He reached down behind her knee and lifted it over his hip, opening her up more to his hand plunging inside her. His teeth nipped at her breasts, first one, then the other, all while he pumped his hand faster and faster. He could feel her tense around his fingers. Her hands clutched at his bare shoulders, digging her fingers in deeper with the building pleasure of each thrust. Her head fell back against the wall, and she moaned and panted around the paintbrush. When she came, it sent a glorious flush across her chest that he chased after with his tongue. Then he couldn’t stand it anymore. He had to claim her in the only way he could: his body owning hers, filling her, driving her to ecstasy against the wall.
    He lifted her sweet bottom with both hands, pulling her from the floor and wrapping her legs around his back. Then he thrust hard and deep inside her. Her paintbrush-muffled-shriek sent electric shocks straight to his cock. She was so sweet and tight—being inside her was like being buried in warmth and love. He held still for a moment, wanting to stay there, but his girl needed more than that—her hands were begging for it, gripping his shoulders and urging him on. He pulled out almost all the way, then thrust hard. Again and again. Her whimpers grew to gasps, then to shrieks. Their thumping, wallbanging passion was shaking the easel next to them. Brushes fell. Her cries grew louder.
    Jak growled and panted out the word Mine between thrusts, each one searing his love for her with the heat of his body and the pleasure of hers. His climax was coming. He felt it coil deep inside him. Her body squeezed down on him, milking his cock with her orgasm. It tipped him over the edge, and he spilled inside her, a long groan carrying him through.
    When it had peaked and subsided, he calmed his motions, still inside her, holding her softly against the wall. Using his teeth, he gently pulled the paintbrush from her mouth. It was scored deep with her teeth marks. He tossed it to the floor and kissed her, lightly. His fangs were out, craving to claim her, so he was careful to keep them well away from her sweet, tender flesh.
    He lifted her from the wall and carried her, legs still wrapped around his back, to the bed. He wished he could make love to her again, right away. And then again, endlessly. He wanted nothing more than to stay buried in her, enveloped by her love, forever. But he knew they would have to re-enter the real world soon.
    A world where they were on the run from an alpha who