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like her living room, she’d decorated in cool, clean lines.
    Order carved upon order. Lowering her to the bed and wanting no more barriers, he toed off his shoes then stripped off his shirt and jeans. He paused at the foot of her bed, gazing at her. Sprawled against the colorful blanket, she was a piece of the night carved out just for him. He had to be careful, watch his strength, and never ever hurt her.
    His wolf agreed. They would never harm an inch of her silken softness. The dim light from the living room wasn’t enough to reach this far, leaving the room in more shadows than light. Not that he needed any illumination. His wolf’s eyes already adjusted and the more he gazed at her, the less control he had.
    “If I hurt you,” he ordered, “tell me.”
    “I’m…” But he didn’t want her to finish the sentence. She was an adult and she’d grown up in a wolf pack. Highly sexual creatures, wolves appreciated sensuality. He’d been denied the opportunity to see her sensuality flourish and bloom, the chance to tutor her into discovering what pleased her.
    The agony of that loss ate away at him, but he pushed past the pain. He was with her and hopefully her lovers had been kind to her, had been patient, because God help him, his patience shredded. Spreading her thighs with his hands, he surged forward and put his mouth on her. With one long lick, he began at her entrance and swirled his tongue. She creamed against him and he devoured the flavor of her.
    He was no longer in the mood to go slow. He wanted to taste every inch of her, wrench out every pleasure. Tonguing her with hard firm strokes, he nibbled his way to her clit, and it swelled against his lips. Her scream rose as he dragged one orgasm from her. Even as she shook, he went to work driving her toward another.
    Only once he’d earned a second scream from her did he begin the long, slow ascent along her body. Slick with sweat, the delicious friction increased his hunger to taste her again, but he wanted to be inside her when she came again. He wanted to feel her pussy clench around his cock. Her slack muscles went tense and she urged him closer. They kissed, their mouths fusing together. The bite of her nails along his back had him growling. The wolf was done with the dance. It wanted her and it wanted to be inside her.
    Unwilling to hurt her, however, he nudged at her entrance. She reached between them and her hand wrapped around his length. His vision flattened as pleasure arced down his spine. She guided him, hooked her leg over his hip, then he began to sink into her. His cock was hard as stone and she was so fucking soft and hot.
    Reaching past her for the headboard, he locked his hand around it and squeezed even as he continued the relentless thrust with agonizing slowness. She was so fucking tight, he worried he could be hurting her. Her low cries turned to moans and she tipped her head. Her bare throat offered an invitation that his wolf leaped to take. Mason fought the instinct. Flexing his hand against the wood, he heard it crack.
    He couldn’t bite her, no matter how badly he wanted to. Her inner muscles spasmed around him. Her eyes opened to reveal pupils so wide they’d nearly swallowed the irises. Then he was fully inside and he went still, determined to let her get used to the feel of him.
    “More,” she shuddered and urged him with a caress to his spine, her fingers flexing on his back. The scratches galvanized him and he drew back only to slam into her again. Wood splintered and the bed bucked as he found his rhythm, thrusting into the velvet silkiness of her pussy. She yelled his name, her inner muscles clamped down on him and still he drove on, angling so every thrust of his cock ground against her clit.
    Rapidly losing the battle against biting her, he fisted her hair with his free hand and angled her mouth for a hard kiss. When she bit his lower lip, he tasted blood, fury and passion. The headboard snapped as his spine went rigid