“She go down alright?”

Cyan turned from the mirror as she heard Veyr in the doorway. Rubbing at her hair, still damp from the shower, with a small towel, she took the time to appreciate her mate.

Not the tallest of wolves at court, nor the broadest, but he was plenty tall enough for her and the carved muscles on his lean physique made everything feminine within her sit up and take notice.

“Sleeping like a baby… literally.”

He lounged in the doorway, arms folded, and his eyes light with the amber of his wolf. The look froze her in her tracks, her hands stilling in her hair as she clocked the heat in his gaze. A shiver rolled down her spine, the light wrap she wore after her shower suddenly feeling too heavy, too tight and scratchy. All she wanted to do…all her wolf wanted to do…was strip the damn thing off and arch her back, displaying herself for the virile male who watched her.

“Strip.”

The word was an order, as though he’d read her mind, and backed with the power of his wolf even though he didn’t need it. Not with her. Never with her. She was his. His mate. The master’s woman. The master’s lady.

She dropped the towel to the floor, her hands already on the satin belt around her waist. They shook as she undid it, slowly unlooping the thin tie and sliding it through her hands to tease him. A small growl trickled from his lips, filling the silence in the room, but she ignored him. Ignored the warning in favor of teasing him further.

Sliding the belt free, she dropped it to the carpet unheeded. She kept her eyes on him as she flirted her hands along the edges of the satin robe. He stalked forward a step and stopped. Her gaze roved over him, picking out the swiftly fading bruises and wounds from his battle with the lamia.

Like all wolves, he healed quickly. Any trace of his battle for the master’s position would be gone by the morning. Only the wounds on his soul would remain, and those were hers to deal with. Whatever he wanted, whatever he needed, she would be here.

Like right now.

Lust and arousal filled the air as he took another step forward. The look in his eyes was not that of a civilized man. It was a look from the most primal part of his psyche. A look that claimed ownership over her, lusted after her, and intended to have her.

She hooked a finger in the satin and parted it. Cool air washed over the skin revealed as she slid her hand down her body. His amber gaze followed, heat building with each sliver of skin exposed. Biting her lip, she fought down the shiver and shrugged her shoulders to drop the satin off them. The fabric whispered over her skin, catching on stiff nipples before slithering away to the floor.

Proudly she stood before him, naked as the day she was born, and her head raised in challenge. She was no mere member of the pack to offer him submission. If he wanted her, he would have to take her.

His lip curled back from his teeth, growl intensifying, and then he was there. Three steps brought him just in front of her, so close that the heat of his body beat against hers, an inferno of need, lust and desire. Two more, and he’d backed her up against the dressing table.

His mouth crashed down over hers without preamble. A hard and dominating kiss, it seared her soul as he parted her lips and with a hard thrust of his tongue claimed her mouth. The moan broke from her before she could stop it, clinging to him in need as she kissed him back.

“Moon’s teeth, Cyan,” he broke away to gasp, lips barely brushing hers. “I’ve never been more scared in my life.”

“Shhh,” she soothed, hand smoothing over his broad shoulders and then down his sides. “It’s all over now.”

“I know.” He pulled back to look down at her, and his eyes blazed amber. “But I was so scared I was going to lose you. I can’t lose you. You’re my everything. My sun, my moon and my stars… you’re everything to me, Cyan. I love you. Never doubt that.”

“I won’t,” she whispered, parting her thighs so he could settle between them. “I don’t, and I never will.”

He rumbled in the back of his throat, catching her lips in a torrid kiss again. She whimpered, hips rocking against his. He was hard already, the thick bar of his cock pressing against the lips of her pussy, right where she needed him.

Heat flooded her system, surging through her veins, settling in her core in a hard tight knot of desire. She wanted this, wanted him, in the most primal way possible between a man and a woman.

“Fuck,” he broke away to swear, hand sliding between them as he fumbled with his belt. “I need you. I need to know you’re safe, unhurt… Mine. I need your pussy wrapped around my cock. I need you screaming my name in pleasure as I fuck you.”

She moaned, sound escaping before she could stop it. “Oh yes. Oh god yes, please.”

Fabric tore, and his cock slapped against her. Hot and hard, it left a smear of pre-cum against her soft belly. He reached between them, sliding strong fingers between her pussy lips only to find them already slick with arousal.

“Shit… You’re already hot and wet for me.”

“What do you expect? All these muscles on display for me… All hard and strong and sexy. You want me to not be turned on?” She chuckled. “I was planning on jumping you as soon as you got back in here anyway.”

His lips quirked, amusement in his eyes. “Really now? Jumping me? Need I remind you who is in charge here?”

She laughed, a retort on the tip of her tongue, but he thrust two fingers deep in her pussy. She gasped in pleasure instead. “Oh god.”

“That’s better,” he murmured and he kissed along the side of her neck, pumping lazily with his fingers. “Although ‘master’ is fine.”

She couldn’t answer, just moaned as he twisted his fingers and rubbed against her g-spot. Her limbs were weak, liquid heat flooding her entire body. He upped the ante and pressed his thumb against her clit, rubbing the two sensitive spots in unison.

“That’s it…” he urged. “Just let go. I want to feel you come over my fingers. Want to watch your face as you do.”

The shiver started at her toes and worked its way up her entire body, kissing every inch of skin on the way. It centered in her loins, her pussy tightening and clenching greedily around his fingers. Needing more. Wanting more. Trusting him to give her more.

He did. His movements speed up and then he claimed her mouth again. His tongue thrust against hers, mimicking the movements of his fingers, and she couldn’t resist the siren call of her orgasm any longer. With a muffled cry lost into his mouth, she let go and allowed the waves to crash over her.

It hit hard and fast, a scream breaking from her as ecstasy tumbled through her system, shattering against the inside of her veins and breaking into thousands of pieces. Each tumbled and broke until it felt like her whole body was a mass of pleasure.

He pulled from her as she gasped and shoved her thighs farther apart. Leaning back, her spine arched and head dropped back as she presented herself to him. His purely masculine growl made her shiver, need building within her even though she’d only just come.

“Fuck, you’re gorgeous.”

His warm breath washing over her nipple gave a half-second’s warning before his tongue rasped against it. Leaning back on her elbows, she bit her lip to contain cries of pleasure as he nibbled and sucked on the turgid peak. Her pussy throbbed, aching to be filled as need built again. This was what it was like with Veyr, what it was always like. She could never get enough of him, and now she ached to be filled by his cock.

“Please… Now.” She half whimpered and half begged. He chuckled but didn’t let up his torment of her beaded nipples. Sucking on one, he rolled the other between his fingers and then pinched lightly. Her gasp filled the silence of the room, barely fading away before his cock at her slick entrance tore another from her lips.

Everything in her went still at the feeling of the broad head pressing against delicate tissues. Slowly, maddeningly slowly, he pressed forward, watching her eyes as her pussy stretched around his thick cock.

She mangled her lower lip between her teeth, fighting the urge to cross her eyes in pleasure as the wide head of his cock parted her ever further. He was huge, gifted some might say, in the cock department.

Big as he was, she’d never struggled to take him though, not when she was as slick as she was now. He pushed more and she snarled, “Are you fucking me, or tickling me? Get on with it, Master.”

Something dark and dangerous flared in his eyes, but the quirk of his lips warned her a half second before he moved. Slamming forward, he filled her to the hilt in one hard and fast thrust. She whimpered, eyes crossing this time, as her cunt clenched tightly around his cock.

He swore, his control written in hard lines throughout his big body.

“You little minx,” he gasped as he looked down at her. Then he pulled back and thrust into her again.

Conversation ended, their dialogue no longer in words but in movements and actions. The slide of skin on skin, the wet pump of his cock in her pussy, the slap of his balls against her ass as he pulled her knees up to hook them over his elbows.

He drove into her repeatedly, the dressing table slamming into the wall so loudly any guard in the corridor outside had to know what they were up to.

She didn’t care. Let them listen. Let them know the master was fucking his lady. Hard. Just as she liked it.

Dark waves of pleasure rose again, and she moaned, clinging to him. She held on for the ride as his rhythm sped up. He growled, clawed hand raking the dressing table by her hip, the other hard around the back of her waist as he pulled her into each thrust.

She turned her face, burying it against the side of his neck, and savored each long slick slide, his cock so big it pressed against every nerve ending she had and then some. She would never tire of this, being taken by him.

Then, somehow, impossibly, she was on the precipice again. A chasm of pleasure opened up beneath her feet, and she tiptoed to the very edge. Just one more thrust and she would fall over into a maelstrom of bliss. Already the waves rose, reaching greedily for her, and she had to pull away, to hold them off while she waited for Veyr.

“Oh god, Veyr, please… I’m gonna come,” she warned him, her voice soft and breathy.

“Come then,” he growled, his voice heavy with his wolf. “Come now while I fuck you. I want to feel your hot release all over my cock. Feel it slick and wet as I hammer into you. Fucking you harder than you’ve ever been fucked before.”

The dirty, crude words from the man she loved toppled her over the edge. She dropped into an ocean of ecstasy. His snarl reached through the crashing waves as they swallowed her up.

His movements were harder, faster… then more uncoordinated. Jerky. Three heavy thrusts in, he was done, slamming into her one last time before his cock jerked and pulsed deep within her. Branding her inner walls with his seed as he came.

With a groan, he wrapped her in his arms and held her tight. As tightly as she held him, her arms around his shoulders and her fingertips brushing the back of his neck as they both slowly came down from the brink.

“That was…” she murmured softly, kissing his neck behind his ear. “Amazing. I love you, Veyr. Always have, always will.”

“Good, because I love you too. I wasn’t kidding when I said you’re my everything. You and Lily…” He pulled back to look down at her, his hands snaking between them to touch her stomach gently. “And whoever else comes along.”

She blinked, not bothering to hide her surprise, and then smiled. “I didn’t think you’d want another, not so soon after Lily…”

He smiled, so much love and emotion in his expression it made her heart stutter. “Always. As many as you’ll give me.”

She opened her mouth to respond, but the sharp wail from the room next door cut her off. Pushing at his shoulders, she smothered the sharp pang of disappointment as he slipped free from her. “Well, darling, if you want to work on more cubs… You better go and deal with our daughter while I go and slip into something more… comfortable, shall we say?”

Veyr grinned, the wicked expression making her shiver all over again. “Be on the bed, ass in the air, waiting for me when I get back.”

“Yes, Master,” she murmured, watching as the most powerful werewolf in the city headed out of the room at the beck and call of their tiny daughter. Smiling to herself, she slid off the dresser and padded over to the bed.

Stretching out, she arched her back lazily and arranged herself as instructed, waiting for her master, her mate, and her love, to return…

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