Pure. Fucking. Heaven.

So tight. So wet.

That grip! Her pussy felt like a damn fist as it squeezed around me.

Devouring me. Claiming me.

I claimed her right back.

My canines had never known such bliss. If it were possible for canines to orgasm, then mine had just shot the load of the century into Bethany’s perfect breast.

My cock had never felt so hard, so long and swollen. It was as if my wolf was aiming to root as deeply as inhumanly possible inside of our woman.

My woman. My Bethy.

Human Bethy.

Fragile Bethy!

Oh, fuck.

I caught the sound of a muffled whimper. Her heartbeat—it was so loud and fast. I could feel the pulse of it in my mouth. The smell of fear had mingled with the scent of her arousal.

I forced my canines to withdraw. I kept my feral eyes closed as my hands ran soothingly over her soft form—which had gone stiff beneath me.

Please be okay. Please be okay.

Gently, I sucked the bite wound on her breast to heal it, and a strange taste filled my mouth. I ran my tongue over my retracting canines and tasted the same.

Shit. Did that mean something?

What did that mean? I vaguely recalled tasting something similar after my wolf had bitten her thigh.

I kept sucking, trying to figure it out. And she started moaning again. And clenching around my cock. I really needed her to stop that while I was trying to restrain my inner beast—and failing.

My hips jerked forward. Then pulled back. I gripped her thighs and pressed forward again, forcing myself to go slower this time.

She arched her pelvis up to meet me, and I wanted to shout with happiness and relief. When she clenched around me once more, tighter than before, I was back to trying to restrain my beast nature as I thrust hard and fast into the cradle of her beautiful thighs.

Jesus H, the woman knew how to work her Kegels. Sweet, fragile Bethy was owning my dick, even as she was the one getting plowed by a powerful werelock. She was the sexiest woman I’d ever known.

And I was keeping her. I was killing her fiancé and I was keeping her.

I moved inside her like she was already mine, giving her everything I had. And she took it. Like a boss.

I shifted her leg higher, changing the angle of my entry. She bit her lip and moan-squealed. She was making her breathy, I-need-to-come noises again, only louder now.

I was ready to explode.

“Oh, yes … oh, God, Raul …” She gasped my name and started clenching around me like a fist again, staking her claim as her release was broadcast to everyone within supernatural hearing and scenting range.

And I lost it.

My canines fully extended. My feral eyes opened and held her bleary, euphoric gaze as I pounded into her tight, strangling channel, fucking her through her orgasm without pause or care for her human frailty—or the fact that I was baring my true animal nature to her—as I chased my own release.

I felt my balls tightening up. A tingling sensation that had nothing to do with werelock magic ran the length of my spine and a rush of semen shot through my shaft as I rode Bethany’s writhing body toward a completion I realized in that moment I’d been searching for my whole adult life.

Yet as out of control as I felt, I wasn’t so far gone that I actually allowed myself to seize that completion. Not fully. Not yet.

I wasn’t wearing a condom. Despite the many promises to Mateus I’d broken, there was one rule instilled in me long ago by my biological father that I had yet to abandon—even though I knew it no longer made sense to hold onto it, given my werelock ability to avoid disease and thwart pregnancy.

Gritting my teeth and fighting against my wolf, I squeezed the base of my erection as I pulled from the wet, pulsating heaven of Bethany’s velvet sheath and shot my load across her stomach and breasts.

The pounding bass of club music couldn’t compete with the sound of my own heartbeat as I watched and awaited Bethy’s reaction.

Her blue eyes reflected so many things as she stared up at me. Surprise. Recognition. And oddest of all: understanding. She looked more at peace than I’d ever seen her. So supremely sated. Yet I glimpsed confusion and fear rapidly brewing beneath the surface, battling with the resurgence of arousal I knew she felt as I watched her absently swirl her fingers through the cum coating her breasts, before sucking them into her mouth to taste me. Again.

This woman would be the death of me.

I leaned over her, covering her body from view while I used her torn dress to wipe off her abdomen. Though my men had kept their eyes averted, and most were giving us their backs as they shielded us from view of other club-goers, I felt increasingly anxious at having Bethany exposed like this. I needed to get her out of here, and quickly. That meant teleporting.

“You pulled out,” she said quietly.

Not the first thing I expected her to comment on as she looked directly into my glowing yellow eyes. But that was Bethy: forever quirky and unpredictable. I nodded.

Without breaking eye contact, she reached up and touched my cheek. Her long, delicate fingers traced a line to my mouth, and I opened for her, resigned to what she was after. I barely breathed as, without fear or hesitation, she slipped a finger inside. But my lips peeled back out of reflex and I was unable to suppress a growl as the soft pad of her forefinger explored the razor-sharp tip of my upper left canine.

She paused but didn’t flinch. And she never broke eye contact.

And I was hard as a fucking rock all over again.

“Is this why you and Milena … why you had a falling out?”

I nodded slowly, hyperaware of the delicate fingertip still pressed to my canine. It was the truth. More or less.

She swallowed and withdrew her hand. “What … um … ah …”

“Werelock. Subspecies of werewolf.”

Her throat worked again, and I nearly lunged for it with the canines she’d just teased. From the corner of my eye, I could see the rapid pulse fluttering in her neck—so close to where I’d bitten her before. My cock jerked against her inner thigh.

“I adopted a rescue puppy last week,” she told me dazedly, repeating what she’d said earlier. “I couldn’t … couldn’t be happier.”

I nodded. She was going into shock. “It’s okay, Bethy. I’m still the same boy who grew up down the street from you in Santa Cruz. Nothing’s changed.” Okay, so maybe that was a lie. “I’m going to get us out of here now.” I cupped her cheek in my hand, and was elated when she leaned into my touch. “I’m going to use magic. You might feel a strange sensation, but it’s perfectly safe.”

She looked uncertain. Damn my sister and her pack for the impenetrable emotional shield they’d placed on Bethany’s mind a decade ago. This would all be so much easier if I could access her mind to read her thoughts. And conveniently erase her mind of experiences after the fact—such as seeing my wolf eyes and teleporting.

“Put your arms around my neck,” I instructed. She did as asked without hesitation, but she still seemed lost.

“I’m getting married in three months,” she announced shakily, once again repeating talking points from our previous conversation.

I knew that she was simply out of her depth and attempting to normalize the situation as her mind worked to process it all, but the mention of her douchebag fiancé did nothing to calm the possessive inclinations of my wolf. Or me.

I should have left it alone, but I couldn’t. I took a breath and told her as gently as possible, “You’re not marrying Gregg.” My hips shifted as I said it, my cock instinctively seeking the notch between her spread thighs.

“But I—”

I pushed halfway into her before she could finish that thought. It wasn’t up for debate. She was mine.

I let my animal nature take over, pushing the rest of the way inside as my mouth descended to her neck. As I tasted her blood on my tongue, I rationalized I was distracting her from the sensation of teleporting in order to make it less scary.

Deep inside, I knew it was wrong to subject her to my fucked-up world. I knew it was selfish to try and keep her. Worse still to try and force it. But my whole life I’d never gotten to have what I really wanted. I always lost everyone who was important to me.

I was keeping Bethy. This time I was keeping her.