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I’m gonn—”
     
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    “No.” His voice was a whipcrack in the air as he pulled away, his tongue and thumb gone from her pussy and clit so abruptly, Reena ached with loss. “You don’t get to come yet.”
    “No…why?”
    She couldn’t help begging, need surging through her. Need he had aroused, and he needed to do something about. Like…by getting his cock inside her. Now.
    The fact he was a hellhound, that even now her wolf was trying to get its head around that fact, didn’t matter. He was Archer. A man. Her man. And she needed fucked. Now, if not sooner.
    “Because I said so. You only get to come over my cock.”
    He moved over her, a looming figure wreathed in shadows. The dim light from the windows struck one side of his face, picking out the highlights of his sharp cheekbones and strong jaw. His eyes though…his eyes, she could see the fire of the hellhound within, clearly visible in the darkness.
    She should be afraid. But she wasn’t. All she wanted was for him to do something.
    Preferably get his cock inside her.
    Would it be different, like his tongue? She bit her lip. Oh god, let it be ridged this time…
    “Please… Archer. Now.” She tried to wrap her arms around him, pull him to her, but caught as she was, she was at his mercy.
    He grinned, a wicked smile that said he knew how she felt. Tied. Caught and unable to stop him doing whatever he wanted. That he knew she liked it.
    “What did we say about the bedroom?” He arched his eyebrow but dropped his hips at the same time. “I give the orders. Remember?”
    The thick head of his shaft nudged against her entrance and she caught her breath. He was hot, like his skin temperature there had gone through the roof.
    And big.
    Bigger than before.
    Shit.
    He pushed forward and his cockhead split her, sliding inside her half an inch. Forcing herself to relax, she ignored the pressure as he parted her. Stretched her with his hot shaft. Then the first of the ridges lifted and pressed against her silken walls and she groaned. It felt amazing. Like nothing she’d ever experienced.
    She needed more.
    He pushed, sliding into her in one, long relentless push. Not giving her any quarter and making her accept every thick, hard inch of his cock. Her breath came in short, hard pants by the time he bottomed out, his hips against hers and his cock throbbing within her.
    Her eyes snapped open as something hard pressed against her clit. “Is that…”
    His lips quirked. “Seems there are more advantages to being a hellhound than scaring the shit out of lycans.”
    Holy. Crap.
    He surged into movement, pulling away. The ridges on his cock raised, scraping along her inner walls. She whimpered as they rubbed over her g-spot but then he thrust into her again. The pressure against her clit from the protrusion above his cock sent more spirals of pleasure through her. Back and forth, he took her in hard and fast movements and she couldn’t work out which was best: in or out.
    Both stole her breath and fanned the flames within her to an inferno. Built her pleasure until her skin felt stretched too tightly trying to contain it all. Sweat broke out over her skin as she held it in.
    “Please. Archer. I need…” She begged as he moved over her, within her, his head bowed and lines of strain on his face. She felt the jerk of his cock. Knew he fought his own release to make sure she gained hers.
    The big, scary hellhound was making sure she came first.
    “Let me come. Come with me,” she whispered.
    He reared back, slamming his cock into her and looked down. His eyes flared with flame. “Come. Now,” he ordered and rolled his hips.
    The pressure of the spur against her clit did it. Throwing her head back, she howled her release to the night around them as she shattered.
    Utter pleasure and heat enveloped her. The heat grew more instense as he thrust twice more and buried his cock to the hilt to shoot his release deep within her inner walls. His cum was hotter than