I’m not sure what he’s thinking about, but it’s deep.

Seduce him, Anne had instructed on the phone. I’d called her after a restless night.

I’d heard low groans from his room last night. Worried that he was having a nightmare, I’d gone to wake him up. Instead of finding him tossing and turning, I saw him bending over the bed, one arm straight out supporting his body and the other one clasped around his giant cock.

His hands were huge and yet even he wasn’t fully able to close his fist around that monster. Incredibly, my stupid body wasn’t scared at all. I got so hot and turned on that I had to go back to my bedroom and rub an orgasm out myself. It wasn’t satisfying at all.

I have a terrible suspicion that I won’t be satisfied until that huge cock is between my legs. I’m getting wet just imagining it.

His expression grows grimmer, as if he can’t wait to be rid of me.

Seduce him.

Anne’s right. I should be proactive. If I want to stay, then I need to convince Edon I belong here, and since my words aren’t doing the job, my body will have to.

"The zipper on my suitcase is stuck. Will you come in and help?"

"You’re wanting to leave already?" He glowers.

Inwardly, I cheer. He wouldn’t be mad about the idea of me leaving if at least a little part of him wanted me to stay. Maybe this whole seduction thing won’t be so hard.

"I just need help," I say mysteriously. Without waiting for his response, I carry the plate to the kitchen and stick it into the refrigerator. He follows me into the reading room. My suitcase is nowhere to be seen, but the sofa bed is still out. I hadn’t bothered to make the bed. I guess subconsciously, I’d agreed with Anne’s unconventional plan.

I reach for my hem and start to pull it up. Before I realize it, Edon’s got his hand on mine, tugging the shirt down.

"What are you doing?" he asks in a guttural tone. His eyes glitter with emotion that I’m guessing is excitement mixed with frustration. He wants me but is trying to resist.

I release my shirt and reach for his. "I’m exercising the term of the contract that says that I get to decide when we have sex. You backing out?"

Boldly, I drag my hand down the front of his shirt until I reach the waistband of his loose-fitting cargo pants. With one jerk of my hand, the button is free.

He sucks in a harsh breath. "Do you know what you’re asking for?"

"You backing out?" I taunt.

His response is to fold my fingers around his zipper. His enormous cock spills out, slapping against his firm stomach and then jutting out proudly.

“No point in underwear as a shifter,” he says, as if I’d be annoyed by the fact he goes commando. It’s not annoying, but it is distracting. All day long, I’ll be thinking about him swinging free inside his cargo pants.

I fold my fingers around the thick girth. A twinge of anxiety strikes as I take his measurement. It’s one thing to fantasize about being dicked to death and another thing to experience it. How much will this hurt? Can my body accommodate this beast? My pussy trembles in anticipation while my head says we should pause.

He places a hand on my chest and slides it upward until he’s palming my neck, forcing my head back far enough for his silver eyes to meet mine. “Second thoughts?” he asks, eyebrow arched in challenge.

“Not at all.” I grip him tight enough that it must hurt him but his only response is to smile.

“I’m a wolf, baby. Your human hands can’t harm me.” He wraps his free hand around mine. He starts jacking himself, using my hand to do it more aggressively than I would’ve ever believed would feel good. The palm around my throat tightens. “Under this skin, I’m an animal.”

He’s daring me to be disgusted, daring me to be afraid, daring me to leave.

“Well, try to keep up then.” I hook my arm around his neck and jerk, pulling his face down to meet mine. Our mouths clash. His tongue sweeps in, flicking over mine. His kiss isn’t tender or sweet. It’s bold, aggressive, almost taunting as if he believes I’m going to run away frightened with my metaphorical tail between my legs.

While I did run from Cody, there’s no danger here, unless it’s the risk of losing my heart to a good man. And if that’s the plank I’m walking out on, then I embrace it with my whole being because I need to show him how serious I am about committing to this new life with this pack and this man.

I release him, and he stumbles back, unprepared for my next maneuver. I drop to my knees and circle the shaft with both hands. “Let’s see how you like this.”

I swallow as much of his giant cock as humanly possible. He’s right that he’s big, too big for me to take all the way in. I fist the base, using the force he showed me earlier. His legs jerk before he locks them in place.

“Shhhhit,” he hisses.

I hum a happy tune. His response is undeniable. He loves this. He loves having my mouth around his big cock. He loves the sloppy sounds I’m making. He loves my fingers curled around the root. His thighs tense and a big hand comes down to rest on my head.

I work him hard with both hand and mouth and tongue. I include his balls, drawn tight against his body. I rub the small spot between the base of his rod and his asshole, delighting at every strangled sound that emanates from his throat above me.

“Suck me,” he says hoarsely. “Suck me hard. Show me how badly you want it.”

His words make my cunt spasm. I reach between my legs and circle my clit at a furious pace. He tears himself away from me.

“That’s mine,” he accuses. “That’s my clit you’re fingering. That’s my cunt that’s wet. That’s mine.” He picks me up and throws me like a rag doll onto his mattress. He joins me, flipping onto his back and dragging me on top of him.

“You’re going to sit on my face, fuck my tongue and come until you can’t breathe.”

“Wait,” I squawk. “I want you inside of me.”

“Not until I get my taste. I’ve been dreaming of this. Waiting my whole life for this chance.”

His whole life? What does that even mean? As in, he’s never went down on a girl before? That can’t be, can it?

“Take your shirt off,” he orders.

“My shirt?”

His response to my question is to reach up, grab my collar and rend my sleep-shirt in two.

“Your shirt,” he confirms with immense satisfaction.

I’m going to run out of clothes at this rate. My wet panties are next and the thin cotton and lace provide no resistance to his brute strength. He slides his arms under my thighs and lifts me onto his face. His movements are too practiced for a beginner, too smooth for a novice.

But none of it matters once his tongue hits my clit. His breath is like a fire, lighting up every nerve inside of my body. This is no gentle loving or teasing caress. It’s a full-on assault.

I’ve never done this before—ride a guy’s face, that is. Whatever embarrassment I might’ve had is eradicated by his unabashed enthusiasm. He buries his face in my pussy, devouring me as if I’m the greatest thing he’s ever tasted and he can’t get enough.

It’s glorious. I feel desirable and sexy. This gorgeous man with his movie star face and his athlete’s body is putting everything he’s got into making me orgasm. That’s his entire goal.

Sit on my face. Fuck my tongue. Come until you can’t breathe.

I close my eyes and do as he orders. I grab the headboard with both hands and grind down. He grunts his approval. His mouth is all over me. He sucks hard on my clit. His chin provides exquisite pressure against my pussy. His tongue thrusts rhythmically inside my sex.

His hands push me open until I’m not so much riding him as I’m just hanging on. It’s too much for my body to contain. I grit my teeth, but a scream escapes. The vortex of ecstasy grabs hold and I no longer have control. He’s too skilled. Toes curling, my core contracting, I come in a heady rush.

He laps it all up, sliding a hand up my spine to keep me upright when all my bones turn to jelly. He turns his face from my cunt and rests a cheek against my thigh.

“You taste like fucking heaven,” he breathes.

“You wrecked me,” I reply.

He chuckles, whiffs of hot air skipping across my thigh. I’m so sensitive even that wrings a shudder out of me. He turns again, nosing my inner thigh.

“You’re soft here. Unmarked, too,” he says thickly.

I don’t see it coming. I didn’t know when he said he was going to mark me that it meant an actual mark. I hadn’t realized when I ordered him to make me his, that it would mean this. He scrapes his teeth across my skin and then bites down—hard.

It’s so erotic, so animalistic that I cry out in surprise. Pleasure shoots through me, short-circuiting my brain. It’s as if he’s plugged me into a socket. Energy courses through me. There’s not enough air in the room.

“Oh my God. What are you doing to me?” A high-pitched whine escapes. I start to shake as a bigger, stronger wave of euphoria swamps me.

The view tilts as he throws me backward. He parts my legs, brushing his fingers first against the bite mark and then against my sopping cunt.

“You ready?” He rasps in my ear.

“Yes.” I don’t know what he’s going to do or where he’s going to take me, but I will go wherever he wants.

The crown of his cock presses into me, the invasion insistent and heavy. He feels too big for me. I don’t know if I can take all of him.

“I’ll fit. You were made for me,” he reassures.

He eases past my pussy lips, spreading me wide. The penetration is painful at first. My body is wholly unprepared, even after the orgasms, for a cock his size.

“You’re too big,” I whimper.

“No, shh. No, little one. It’s just right.” He palms my ass, massaging one cheek while stretching me wider.

The head inches in. I’m a ball of sensation, hyper aware of every bit of friction, every vein in his cock, every throb of his shaft as he pushes inside. His fingers find the bite again, rubbing along the raw edges. My eyes roll into the back of my head with the pleasure of it.

“See,” he crows as he slides another section of his shaft inside my pussy. “We’re a perfect fit. Open for me, Cassie. Open your pretty pussy and take me in. Let me fuck you. Let me love you.”

He hooks my legs over his arms and presses forward in slow, inexorable movements. I never imagined pain could feel this good. I begin to meet him with shallow pumps of my hips. His arms begin to tremble and a low growl rumbles in his chest. The veins in his neck pop out.

He’s losing control, I realize.

“Fuck,” he curses. “Fuck. I can’t—“

“I don’t care,” I cry. “Fuck me hard, Edon.”

His lips draw back. I catch a brief glimpse of a feral need covering his face before he ducks his head and thrusts hard.

My body jerks in erotic shock. A cry flies from my throat. This is what it feels like to be truly claimed. He’s possessing me—not just physically but emotionally and mentally. He’s everywhere. Inside my body, inside my blood.

He fucks me like he’s been storing up thirty-five years of pent up desire. He presses me open, forcing me to take all the pleasure he can shower on me. I writhe under him, gripped by desire and heat and hunger.

Our coupling turns savage as the unbridled lust overtakes both of us. I pull at his hair. He bites my shoulder. I claw his back. He pounds into me so hard my hips will be bruised tomorrow.

I don’t want tender or soft or sweet. I glory in the primitive possession. I wouldn’t exchange this for anything. Not all the gold in the world. Not the ability to eat ice cream every day of my life and not gain an ounce. Not for anything.

The pleasure of loving this man is beyond all that I had imagined existed in the world.

Happiness was for others, I had once thought, but not for me.

But here is Edon, offering me the world. Greedily, I grab for it. I clutch him to me and hang on to his hard, hot body. Feverish, he pumps into me faster, his cockhead slamming against the sliver of flesh in a way that makes me shudder and weep.

Our sweat slick bodies crash against each other as he rams home again and against until the climax storms through me. His own orgasm barrels through his body. I feel his ass cheeks contract, then a flood of scorching heat fills me. He pulls out, grabs his cock and pump furiously until another orgasm wracks his body. Come spurts out of his cock and rains onto my mark.

He grabs my chin and forces me to look at him.

“Cassie, you’re mine now.” He reaches between us and rubs his come into the bite. “No one can ever touch you again.”