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him away, she urged him closer. He sucked the hard point, caressing the pebbling skin with his tongue and growled again. Not some youngling out of control, yet his wolf continued to scrabble against the surface and he blinked. The world deepened in color and he knew his eyes had shifted.
    His beast shared his longing for Lexi. Lust punched him hard and he stroked his palms down to her skirt. The fabric was in the way. His claws sharpened and he sliced through, peeling it off then her panties and what was left of her hose. The spice of her arousal filled his nostrils. He continued to suck on her nipple with hard long pulls, and released it only to clamp down again.
    Her sharp cries punctuated each action he took. Holding the tip hostage, he cut off the blood flow for a moment. When he released her nipple, blood filled it, engorging the tip further. He knew it stung and felt good. Her heart rate rose and she made a sound of protest when he abandoned the first nipple to deliver the same treatment to the other.
    “Mason.” Again, she said his name and it came out a husky, low plea. Retracting his claws, he skated his palms over her thighs to the underside. He lifted, adjusting her to straddle his lap, until his erection fitted snug against her. His cock ached, and denim blocked him from her pussy. But he had plans for that pussy.
    “You smell hot, wet, and ready,” he said against her breasts. They were mouthwatering in their fullness and she tipped her head back, baring her throat. Gloriously beautiful, the act thrust her breasts toward him. He ran his hands up and down her back, pausing to squeeze her ass before sliding up again.
    A vicious wave of need twisted his stomach. Hungry for her, so desperately hungry, and his wolf agreed. The years away from pack had been hard. The years away from her? Absolutely brutal. She was beautiful, sexy, and aroused. He licked her nipple, pausing to watch how it puckered, flushing darker. Her moan in response fired through him. Cupping her breasts, Alexis drifted closer to him and he glanced at her face. Her eyes were heavy-lidded, but she definitely stared at him.
    Her sexuality crashed against him. She was offering her breasts. The desperation clawing inside him eased, his wolf relaxed. He reached up to wrap his hand around her throat and she angled her head back once more. The act of surrender fed the craving rushing through his system. “Thank you,” he told her, his voice deepening. The wolf agreed, they would take care of her and give her pleasure.
    Sucking a nipple back into his mouth, he savored it like the favorite treat it was and dragged a moan out of her that stiffened his cock painfully. He squeezed the rounded curves of her ass. With an arch and a cry, she rubbed against him, but the denim would rasp and harm her soft flesh. Unacceptable. Shifting his grip to her hips, he held her still and continued to torment them both.
    Lapping at her nipple, he smiled when she growled. She fisted his hair and yanked. He understood the request and raised his head to kiss her. It was as wild as the first, wet and deep, and her tongue twined against his. When she bit his lip, his body bucked against the control he held it in. She was naked, hot, and willing in his arms. He wanted to bury himself balls deep and mark her as his.
    That realization doused him in a cold river of reality. He couldn’t mark her. He couldn’t own her. Law bound all Lone Wolves—alone meant alone permanently. No mate. No companion.
    But pleasure …his wolf argued. We can have pleasure . They could have Lexi and the no holds barred decadence of being so deep inside of her they could forget they had nowhere to belong.
    “I have a bed,” she said and he remembered her injury. She was on her knees and one had been hurt. Annoyed with himself for forgetting, he rose and carried her with him. Wrapped in the warm musk of her femininity, he strode through the apartment to her bedroom. Her scent was everywhere and,