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the sofa before he could even think of putting up a struggle—not that he intended to.
    She pushed his spine against the sofa back and put her face very close to his, as if she were holding herself back from kissing him. Her breathing was so fast and unregulated, she had to be moments from hyperventilating. It wasn’t a time for teasing.
    She was so wet , she was fucking dripping.
    And then he was in her, and it felt amazing.
    Fuck. He ground his back teeth and growled as she settled onto him. There was nothing better than a mate’s touch. He’d heard that time and time and again, but he didn’t know what it really meant until now.
    She threw her head back and murmured something in Spanish at the ceiling while digging her fingers into his tense shoulders.
    His Spanish was pretty rusty, but he managed to catch something about el diablo . Whether she was speaking in general terms about the supernatural being, Colt’s cock, or Colt himself, he couldn’t guess from context. Didn’t matter, though. Knowing the meaning wouldn’t change what he wanted to do.
    He rocked his hips again and tried to push more of him into her tight, wet channel, and she put her hands around his neck and squeezed, cocking her head in a daring way.
    He let out a slow breath through parted lips as his belly spasmed and tingles danced down his spine and settled into his loins. His nuts drew up tighter as she grazed her thumbs up the column of his neck.
    “I didn’t tell you to move,” she whispered and gave his neck another little squeeze. It didn’t quite cut off his air, but still managed to amp up his anticipation all the more.
    His head was in a pretty fucked up place at the moment, with his inner wolf urging him to let her have her way, and Colt not really wanting to put up much of a fight.
    Do want you want, princess.
    He nodded, slowly, so as not to rile up her inner wolf’s aggression any further. He was guessing that’s what he was dealing with. Usually after a woman received her bite, her DNA would start to shuffle immediately, so the part of her that was wolf came out of slumber. Depending on her innate tolerance, the process might take a few minutes to start, or a few hours. Colt was the son of an alpha, and a born alpha himself, so he imagined that his bite wouldn’t be of the garden-variety sort.
    Just do what you want .
    Sighing, she started riding him, using her strong thighs to slide her pussy up and down his cock, and his breath came out in a growl.
    She clapped a hand over his mouth and bared her new fangs at him. Her first shift was starting, and she probably didn’t even know it. “Don’t. Talk. Shit.”
    He nodded slowly again.
    She squeezed around him tightly, and he held his breath so as not to let out the moan.
    “Good.” She stood quickly and turned, only to straddle him backward with her knees pressed to his thighs and her hands gripping his knees.
    Gods, please don’t…
    At that angle, he was going to come fast, and there wasn’t a damned thing he could do about it. There was no mind over matter treatment for being ridden reverse cowgirl.
    She bounced. And then again. A double, this time, as if she were checking him for durability, judging by the way she looked back at him and assessed his condition before going on.
    He put his hands on the delectable swells of her ass and parted her cheeks.
    What he wouldn’t give to run his tongue along her cleft and make her squirm.
    “You’re going to get yourself into trouble,” she said breathily.
    “You said I couldn’t have fun. I’m not having fun. I’m being tortured. You could at least give me something to hold on to.”
    “Maybe you need to be tied up so you won’t have to.”
    “Tie me up, then.”
    “Next time.”
    Next time .
    Gods.
    He squeezed his eyelids shut as she bounced and clamped down hard enough on his bottom lip to draw blood as he hit the end of her channel against and again, and fuck , he wasn’t even allowed to like it.
    His fingers