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  One hand went to the back of my head, the other cupping my ass as I wrapped my legs around his waist. I didn’t care if we were in the lobby, and there were people around. I cried into his neck and practically strangled him, but all he did was hold me and stroke my back.

  He was here for me. He’d been waiting.

  Finally, after all the tears dried up, I lifted my head.

  “Sugar,” he said, a smile on his lips.

  Only when I nodded did he carry me out of the building and to the parking lot. He and Selena talked as we went.

  “I don’t give a shit that she has to stay in town. Not happening. I told you where I’m taking her. If they have a problem, deal with it, please.”

  They spoke more, but I didn’t even hear them. I’d lost my ability to focus. I was too exhausted. Too stunned. Too stressed.

  I hardly noticed Clint hustling me into his truck. He held up a granola bar, and I nodded. My stomach had settled, and it would stay down. After he opened it for me, I devoured it as we drove toward the canyon. I didn’t ask where we were headed. I didn’t really care. I just knew Clint would take care of me.

  We drove through the Wolf Ranch gates, past the main house and up into the hills. He parked in front of a cabin, similar in look to Audrey and Boyd’s, but when he carried me inside and set me on the couch, this time I didn’t complain. It wasn’t until he carried in a plate of grilled hamburgers that I started to come back to life. I reached for one and shoved in my mouth like I’d been months without food.

  “Oh my God, I was so hungry,” I moaned around the bun.

  “I know. I’m so sorry, sugar.” After I’d eaten about half the burger, I became more aware of my surroundings. The lines of worry in Clint’s face. The way he ran his hand over it like he was trying to scrub something away.

  “I can’t believe he’s dead,” I said. “I feel bad that I don’t really care.”

  Clint nodded. “Understandable.”

  I glanced down, picked at my bun. “I thought… I didn’t think you’d want to be with me anymore.”

  His eyes widened then narrowed. “Nothing will keep me away from you, sugar. Nothing. You’re mine. Start getting used to it. I’m not giving you or the baby up.”

  “Clint, I don’t want you to feel obligated.”

  His eyes changed color. I was sure they did, but I didn’t have long to notice because he grabbed my plate, set it on the coffee table and yanked me into his arms. His mouth was on mine before I could even gasp.

  He settled me, so I was straddling him, his hand on my ass pressing me firmly into him. Into the blatant hard on beneath his jeans. “You think this is an obligation? What I feel for you? How my body craves yours?”

  He was breathing hard, his voice ragged. I’d never seen him so out of control, even when Todd was under my window. And yet, his touch was firm but gentle. I felt bound to him in so many ways.

  “Clint.” I licked my lips.

  He growled.

  “Fine, not obligation. I want… love. I need it in a relationship. I won’t have a life like my parents’ lives. The child is the one who suffers. I don’t want to be with someone again without it. I know what it’s like to be stuck. Trapped.”

  His hands cupped my face, and I had no choice but to look at him. Only him.

  “What the fuck do you think I feel for you?”

  “I… I don’t know. You’ve never said,” I whispered, my heart beating so loudly in my ears.

  “Sugar. I love you. You. Yes, it’s crazy. Insane. I know without a doubt you’re mine, and I want you forever.”

  “Clint.” This time when I said his name, it was with tears in my eyes. With reverence. “This is insane, but… I tried to push it away. To push you away because it’s so intense. So fast.”

  “Say it,” he growled.

  “I-I love you.”

  He stood suddenly and carried me down the hall to the bedroom.

  “Clint! What are you doing?”

  “The other night, I claimed you.” He set me on the bed, crawled over me and tugged at the drawstring of my scrub pants. “You just didn’t know it. I’m going to fuck you, so you forget your own name, so you scream mine and know just who you belong to. I’ll do it every day of our lives if you need reminding.”

  18

  CLINT

  “Wait, wait, wait,” Becky said, and my wolf nearly howled in disappointment.

  The need to satisfy her—to make her feel good after everything that went down today,everything that was my fucking fault—was crippling.

  “I need a shower first, cowboy. I have to wash this day off me.”

  Relief filled me, and I smiled. My dick… and my wolf were happy, too.

  “I’ll help,” I offered, picking her up from the bed and carrying her, this time to the bathroom. The cabin had been my grandparents, and they’d given it to me. Rand had inherited a place of his own from our other set of grandparents. We’d said we’d move in when we found our mates. I came to mine on occasion when I wanted to be alone. Living in the bunkhouse was fine most days, but a guy needed room to roam alone sometimes. That was why the place had fresh sheets and had been cleaned recently. I was a bachelor but a tidy one.

  The bathroom was small though. It was the first time I’d ever brought a female before, and I looked at the space differently now. Becky would live here, too, and she’d want to make changes. Rustic was fine and all, but not for every day.

  “You won’t still be carrying me around when I’m nine months pregnant,” she said ruefully.

  “Wanna bet?” I countered. “I’ll be even more inclined to carry you then. Knowing you’re pregnant inspires my most primitive instincts. I don’t want your feet to ever touch the damn floor again.”

  She smiled up at me, the weariness on her face starting to lift. Her fingers slid into my hair, and I nearly came from the simple gesture. From receiving affection from my mate. Proof that she was still mine, despite my colossal fuckup.

  She loved me despite the truth I was still keeping from her. The secrets.

  “I’ll be too heavy then.”

  I shook my head. “Never, sugar. I’m stronger than I look.” I winked.

  She giggled. “Well, you look pretty strong, so that’s saying something.”

  She didn’t know half of it.

  I set her on the bathroom counter and turned on the water then returned to undress my mate. She watched me with a soft gaze, letting me strip off her scrub top, lifting her arms over her head to do so. Her bra came off next.

  “There they are,” I murmured appreciatively when her breasts spilled out.

  “I need a bigger bra.” She cupped and squeezed them.

  I groaned at the sight of her cupping them like an offering. Lush and full, swollen in preparation to feed our pup.

  If there was a choice between me being a tits or ass man, I was tits all the way. Although Becky’s ass was damned fine, too.

  I knocked her hands away.

  “Mine,” I growled. “My job.” I took over, gently massaging them as I lowered my head to flick my tongue over one nipple. It furled against my tongue.

  She laughed at my possessiveness, which quickly turned into a moan. Squirming on the counter, sliding her ass closer to the edge, it was as if she needed to feel me between her legs. So fucking responsive. The room grew steamy and warm as I rubbed the pad of my thumb between her legs, making a wet spot soak through her panties and scrubs. I moved my tongue to the other nipple.

  “Clint,” she murmured, her pupils dilated, her lower lip trapped between her teeth.

  “You’re so fucking gorgeous,” I murmured, my breath fanning her skin. She smelled so good. Like her own sweet scent, plus her heady arousal and then my scent on her. My dick punched against my jeans, remembering she was mine forever. “This body was made to be worshipped by me.”

  “I don’t want to be worshipped. I want to be fucked.” She pulled the snaps open on my shirt and yanked it down my arms. She took a m
oment, stared at my body. Yeah, the silver wound had finally healed, and she barely gave my side a glance.

  I fucking loved the aggression in her. When she shoved her hand into my waistband and used it to yank my hips up into the cradle of her legs, I barely stifled the animal-like growl that came from my throat.

  I stamped my mouth down on hers, sucking and licking my way to heaven. She unbuckled my belt then the button on my jeans.

  “Ever been fucked in a shower before?” I broke our frenzied kiss to ask because we weren’t going to get much farther than that before I had to get in her.

  “No,” she admitted. “But if it’s as good as against the wall of Cody’s storeroom, I’m down.”

  “Well, that is how we conceived our sweet girl.” I picked her ass off the counter and put her down only long enough for us both to shuck the rest of our clothing then I gripped her waist and lifted her hips up to mine. She straddled me, wrapping her legs around my back. In the mirror, I saw her cute feet crossed. “Just think how easily we’ll conceive next time if we’re horizontal.”

  She bit my shoulder. Her teeth were blunt and dull compared to a wolf’s, but I fucking loved her instinct. I loved that she wanted to bite me back. To mark me like I marked her.

  I licked the place my tooth had sunk into her flesh. The spot had a small scab and was slowly healing. “Getting me back?” I teased.

  “Uh huh.” She glanced up at me through her lashes. “I figure I have lifetime rights. I still don’t know how you managed to break skin.”

  “Weird fluke,” I offered, my voice going rusty. Christ. I hated lying to her. Hated holding shit back, especially now when there was literally nothing between us. Especially when she used the word lifetime when referring to our relationship.

  How much shock could she take in one day? Her ex had been murdered in her house. Finding out her new boyfriend was a wolf might put her over the edge.

  Then there was the issue of permanently claiming her without consent. Although after her confession of love tonight, I felt slightly better about springing that on her. Still, now wasn’t the time. My dick and wolf both agreed. Fuck now, fuck everything up later.

  I set her on her feet in the shower and unwrapped a fresh bar of soap, watching hungrily as she turned in the spray of water and tipped her chin up to wet her hair.

  Mine. This female with lush curves and the small swell of our child in her belly. Mine!

  I had to continue to reassure myself it was true, despite the fact that I’d marked her. It had happened so quickly, changing my entire life with a chance meeting in the grocery store.

  I rolled the bar of soap in my hands to lather it up then stroked my sudsy palm down the side of her neck and over her shoulder, careful to avoid the healing puncture wound. She watched me with water droplets on her lashes as I spread the suds across her sternum, between her breasts then up and around the twin beauties, thumbing her nipples as I worked.

  She shuffled her feet on the tub floor like she was trying to rub those sweet inner thighs together. I could scent that she was wet, and from more than just water. I molded my palm to her side and slid it down her waist to her hip then around to knead the soft pillow of her ass.

  “I get to play, too.” Her voice was husky. She took the soap from my hand and gathered suds to spread across my chest. Her gaze followed her action, and I realized she hadn’t had any opportunity to study me before. We were so different. Her soft to my hard. Her gentle roundness to my sharp edges. Her silky skin to my hair covered physique.

  Everywhere she touched my skin ignited sparks of pleasure. Of desire. It humbled me. My dick was so hard it throbbed. But it could wait. It always would as Becky always came first. I dropped to my knees and stroked both hands around the globes of her ass then slid one between her knees, working all the way up to her inner thigh without actually touching her sex.

  “Clint,” she moaned hoarsely, burrowing her fingers in my wet hair and pulling.

  Carefully, I turned her so her back was against the tile, extra support so she wouldn’t slip. I had her securely, but I would always be protective.

  “You need my tongue here?” I asked, lifting the leg I’d been cleaning and putting it over my shoulder. Her heel dug into my back.

  “Y-yes. Yes, please.”

  “Mmm, so polite.” I loved that she knew what she wanted and wasn’t afraid to tell me. I’d fulfill every one of her fantasies. First, eating pussy. I licked a long line from her anus to her clit. “So fucking sweet.” I brought my thumb to her back pucker and massaged a slow circle over the tight ring of muscles as I flicked my tongue repeatedly over her clit.

  “Oh,” she cried in wanton surprise.

  “I think you deserve a reward after what you’ve been through today.”

  She massaged my scalp with the fingers of both hands. “I thought there was going to be punishment,” she murmured, eyes half closed and hazy.

  I grinned up at her. “There can be both, sugar. Punishment and reward.”

  Excitement blazed in her eyes, and I grinned wickedly as an idea formed. I wasn’t about to tell her what it was though.

  I returned my attention to her little nubbin, lightly grazing it with my teeth, flicking it. Rubbing my tongue over it in a side-to-side motion. I shifted to my middle finger on her back hole and sank my thumb into her welcoming pussy.

  She let out a cry of pleasure, and I pushed her hips back against the shower wall and pinned them there.

  The spray shifted away from my face when she moved the showerhead to the side then returned to urging my face against her juicy folds. If she was worried about me getting a little water in my eyes, I wasn’t doing my job well enough. I’d fix that.

  “You like getting finger fucked in the shower, sugar?” I asked between flicks of my tongue. “Hmm?”

  She gripped my ears and tugged. “H-hard to get clean when you’re so busy getting dirty,” she admonished, and I laughed.

  “You haven’t seen anything, yet, sweet thing.” I pumped my thumb inside her several times then applied pressure with my middle finger and breached her back hole.

  “Oh my God!” she cried, half in alarm, half in ecstasy.

  She clenched down on both digits then relaxed. Then, I slipped my finger in a little farther then back. A gentle finger fuck of her ass.

  “Uh huh. Take your punishment, sugar. When you’re naughty, you’re going to take it in the ass.”

  Her pussy contracted again around my thumb, telling me she loved every moment of it, so I kept it up, sucking on her clit, and working my fingers in both holes. I alternated, pushing my thumb in then my middle finger, then I fucked her with both at the same time. I knew it wasn’t going to be much of a punishment.

  “Oh my God, oh my God, oh my—”

  I pulled both fingers out of her and sat back on my heels.

  “What?” She blinked down at me. “Oh Clint, I was so close.”

  I stood up and washed my hands under the water. “I know.” I reached down and rubbed her clit ever so lightly. “But this is punishment, remember? Clearly, you like having something in your ass, so that can’t be your punishment. Instead, you don’t get to come until I decide.”

  “What?” Some of the glassiness left her eyes as her already flushed cheeks turned a deeper pink. “No, that’s not fair.”

  I stroked along her dewy slit again, slowly this time, bringing my lips to hers. “Oh, you’ll think it’s more than fair when I finally let you. I promise, sugar. But until then, you’re mind to torture.”

  She shook her head. “No, no, no, no, no,” she moaned, bringing her own fingers to her sex. “I have to come. I’m telling you—”

  I captured her wrist and turned her around, gently bending her arm behind her back. It had the effect of pushing her over-sized breasts out and up and made my throbbing dick even harder than it already was. Especially since looking over her shoulder, I got to watch rivulets of water drip off the pert tips. I grabbed a handful of her ass and sq
ueezed. “Don’t make me spank you, too. That might hurt me more than you with that precious cargo you’re carrying.”

  Her lust-addled mind must have cleared because her gaze on my face shone with trust and excitement again. “You know that wouldn’t hurt anything. The doctor said—”

  I dragged my mouth across her nape. “That you could be spanked?” Had she actually asked that exact question?

  “Well, not that but any kind of sex was fine.”

  “Are you saying you want to be spanked?” My dick was pressed between my belly and her lower back, spurting her with pre-cum, although she wouldn’t know it.

  She wiggled her ass, rubbing it against my eager cock. “Maybe just a little.”

  I laughed and gave her a swat, keeping it light.

  “Harder,” she sang.

  I smacked the other side, making the flat of my hand more firm, and she gasped then circled her hips with a “Mmmm.”

  “You like that?” I tried another one then another. When I tested between her legs, she practically gushed with her natural lubricant.

  Fates, not getting us both off immediately was going to be a holy torture for me as well.

  But worth it. So worth it.

  I circled her luscious ass with my hand. “Let’s get you out of here.” I turned off the water and untwisted her arm, turning her to face me. Then I scooped her up into my arms.

  “You’re not going to let me walk much, are you?” she asked, but she wasn’t put out. She had a smile on her face… and the head of my dick nudging her hip.

  “Nope.” Yeah, I might have been showing off a little. It wasn’t fair, since she didn’t know what I was, yet, but my wolf preened under the sunshine of her appreciation, her admiration.

  On my way out of the bathroom, I grabbed a couple towels and draped one over the top of her. “Don’t want you getting cold,” I said.

  “Oh, I don’t think there’s any chance of that.” Her voice was soft with admiration.