There was something explosive about what we’d just done. I was still reeling from the aftershocks.

It had never felt like that before. I’d never in my life felt so keyed up and turned on, so desperate to be claimed like that, and damn if Huxley didn’t know what he was doing. Everything about the wolf was massive and his knot, throbbing inside of me, hurt in all the best ways.

But the way Huxley held me, the way his strong arms cradled me against his chest as his lips brushed whispering kisses along my spine? It had me tangled up and twisted, my emotions in knots.

I moaned under my breath when his cock popped free and warm cum dripped down my thighs, but it was different this time. I didn’t feel filthy when I was in his arms. I didn’t feel like a whore when he gently turned me around the kissed me, then pulled me beneath the warm spray to wash us off.

I felt wanted.

He ran a soapy cloth over my too-sensitive skin. I hissed and leaned against him and he licked the shell of my ear with a throaty chuckle. “There we go.” He grabbed the shower head and rinsed us both off, our desire washing down the drain, and he turned the spray off. He wrapped me in one of his thick blue towels, a smile toying at his lips.

The last thing I expected, though, was to be led to his bedroom. He dropped his towel to the carpet and flopped into bed, then patted the spot beside him. It was the biggest bed I’d ever seen, let alone slept in. My breath hitched, uncertainty popping back up, but I climbed up onto the firm mattress. Were we going for round two already?

Instead, he wrapped an arm around my waist and drew me to him, the stubble on his jaw rasping over the nape of my neck. I shivered at the touch. “Wh-What are you doing?” The words fell out on a hushed breath, but he merely kissed my shoulder and tugged the blankets over both of us.

Wait. Were we seriously cuddling right now?

“Taking care of you,” he murmured with a soft sigh of contentment, like just having me beside him made him the happiest man in the world. His fingertips skimmed over my bare side, tracing each rib all the way down to my hip and back up again. “You smell nice.” His breath puffed against my still-damp skin.

Damn.

All I could do was lay there and revel in this moment. Bones didn’t do cuddling. Hell, Bones didn’t do sweet in any sense of the word. He’d jump into my bed with only one goal—to get his dick wet—and once he’d finished with me, he left me alone to stew in my shame. But this… I could get used to this.

To my utter shock, my inner fox melted. He literally just melted into a puddle with a chirp of post-sex bliss. It had never felt this good, this pure, this right—and in that moment, I never wanted my heat to end. I twisted in Huxley’s grip, turning so that we were nose to nose. His dark eyes crinkled at the corners, warm like cocoa on a cold winter’s day. My heart skipped a beat.

“Okay?” he whispered.

I found myself smiling. “Okay.”

I curled up next to him and pressed my nose to his skin. His big arm draped over the top of me was a strange comfort, one that I let myself enjoy as I closed my eyes. Breathing in the musky scent of the Alpha, I slept better than I had in months, maybe even years, but my dreams quickly turned sexual. I woke up a few hours later, hot and aching all over again.

When I whimpered, Huxley stirred. I rubbed my ass shamelessly against his soft cock, but it didn’t take the Alpha long before his length was sliding up and down my crack. “Huxley.” I groaned out his name and he growled in response, then dragged me up to straddle over the top of him. In the pallid light of dawn, I gazed down at his shadowed face and bit my lip. How could someone be this sexy when he did nothing more than smile?

I reached back and grasped his erection with one hand, palming over it. “Need you.”

“Go ahead, baby,” he uttered low. “Take what you want from me. I wanna see your face as you fuck yourself on my cock.” The words shot a bolt of need through me like an arrow. I didn’t waste a single second. I guided his swollen head to my fluttering, aching hole and sank down over him, relishing the burn and drag of his huge cock sliding inside of me.

Huxley gripped my waist and his name spilled from my lips. He felt so good. “God. Why are you so nice to me,” I groaned with a roll of my hips that made us both hiss. His hands on my thighs gripped tighter, his claws digging into my skin.

“More,” he growled.

I planted a hand at the center of his muscular chest and began to slide up and down his thick shaft. Sparks shot off behind my eyes, lighting up my soul. “Fuck, god, you feel amazing. So big. I can feel you here.” I touched my abdomen and the wolf cursed my name and grabbed at my sides.

When he pumped up into me, his thighs slapping mine, I jerked with a cry but I didn’t stop. Our bodies rocked together in quick, smooth strokes and I could feel myself leaking, my muscles quivering every time he pulled out. I dug claws into his chest. He reached up and pinched one of my nipples between his thumb and forefinger, and the bite of pain had my fox squealing with pleasure.

“Chance.” He chanted my name as he began to take over, grasping my hips as he fucked into me. I whimpered and tossed my head back. He was rough, yet still somehow managed to be tender. “Look at me. Look at me, baby,” he whispered, his voice thick.

I did, but it wasn’t long before my eyes pinched shut at the roil of heat that blistered inside of me. My cock bounced between us, untouched, dripping precum all over Huxley’s stomach. I was pretty sure he wouldn’t even need to stroke me off. I was so close and every time his cockhead jutted against the spongy bundle of nerves inside of me, my entire body twitched and jerked.

“Hux!”

He grabbed the back of my neck and dragged my mouth to his. He claimed my lips with an animalistic passion and his tongue invaded every last sense I owned. I moaned into the cavern of his mouth. His cock pistoned in and out of me in quick, jagged pumps now and I was unravelling, spiraling out of control with a cry of need.

My cock twitched, spurting thick white seed across Huxley’s hairy abdomen. He held me still and then I felt him go, splattering my insides with heat. With him firmly knotted inside of me, I all but collapsed against his chest. “Jesus Christ…”

“I’m not Jesus, but thanks for the compliment,” Huxley teased. He stroked a finger in the slippery mess we’d made, then met my gaze. Holding his cum-slick finger up to my mouth, an icy hot sensation bristled through me. Oh, fuck me. I grasped his hand with both of mine and drew the digit into my mouth, sucking on it like the slut I was, but his throaty moan of pleasure was worth it. “Damn, Chance. Come here.”

One kissed turned to two and ended up in a messy make-out session that had me rubbing off in the cum on his belly, even after his cock slipped out of me. The sheets were wet with sweat and fluids, but after I came a second time, Huxley kicked the sheets off and we rolled to the dry side of the bed, still wrapped up in each other.

We were lost in the sheets for days, both of us throughly fucked, and I decided then and there, I never wanted to leave this bed.