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Best damn decision ever. Maggie echoed in her mind as his hands took advantage of the fact that he didn’t have to hold her up and he started to undress her.

She was wholeheartedly in favor of that – if anything, she’d started the ball rolling by pushing up his shirt so that she could get to the rock-hard muscles of his chest.

When she was finally free of her shirt, and his hands chased down the smooth skin of her back, she arched towards him and ground down harder on his cock. The grunt that he offered back let her know that he appreciated that, and when he gripped her hips and moved his own, rubbing his cock against her clit – she snatched her lips from his as her head went back on her neck and she basked in the pleasure that went through her body.

Roland’s gaze fixed on her exposed neck and shoulder. His mate was glorious, and he couldn’t resist licking up her neck and nipping against her chin with his blunt teeth.

Her scent was calling to him. He nuzzled against her neck and shoulder and took that sweet, spicy scent at the source, but there was also the scent of her arousal that hung thick in the air and made him almost frenzied with the need for her.

He couldn’t just take it for granted that she was all in. Even when her fingertips chased down over his chest and caused his muscles to convulse, and she flicked open the button on his jeans – he still needed her to say the words.

Roland’s hands locked around her wrists and he drew her hands back away from him. If she got a hold of his cock, then he didn’t think that a whole lot of flying monkeys running through the cabin causing anarchy could derail him from taking her there and then.

“Maggie, you’re too damn tempting…”

“So, what are you waiting for?” Her voice was as damned sexy as hell; it was full of desire, and he wanted to bury his cock inside of her and ride her wild and free.

“There’s no going back once you’re mine…”

“I know, Rayner told me,” she said and met his dark gaze. “Your eyes are as sexy as hell that color.”

“You’ll be seeing that a lot…”

“I hope so.”

“Wait until I’m buried inside you, sweetheart, they’ll change color again.”

“Show me,” she said, wiggling her eyebrows and offering up his greatest wish like a challenge.

Roland’s bear pushed forward, and he didn’t want to stop it, but he wanted her slow – until he couldn’t control taking her like a wildling.

Roland lifted her and set her on her feet. Then, without saying a word, he reached for those sweatpants of his that she was wearing and yanked them down her legs.

Naked beneath, she looked like a damn Goddess, curvy in all the right places, and he’d half expected her to be shy with him, but she looked empowered.

Maggie kicked out one leg and climbed back onto his lap. She reached for the zip on his jeans, and his large hands came out as if he was going to stop her again.

“Don’t you dare,” she warned him, and those big hands hesitated, his eyes narrowed, and he held in place.

A heartbeat later and his cock was celebrating freedom, or as free as it could be, half wrapped in her fist. Roland growled. He wanted to let her play, but he was losing his damn mind, and he needed more.

“Sorry, got to,” Roland growled, and saw her eyebrows try to meet for just a moment, before his hands slapped against the curves of her backside and he was lifting her body upward, loosening her grip on his cock, before he put her right back down again. This time her sex was against his cock.

He lifted one hand, fisted her hair, and brought her lips to where he could claim them. His other hand reached under her backside, and he shifted position in the chair as he guided his cock inside her hot, wet channel.

The sound that she made in the back of her throat as his thick, long cock pushed up inside of her almost sent him wild. She was made for him, and the satin walls of her channel fitted tightly around his length like a glove.

He didn’t expect her to pull her lips from his, but she did, and she arched, making sure to get his cock buried as deep inside her as she could, and offering up her breasts to him on a platter.

Roland wasn’t about to refuse the feast. He sucked her hard nipples, licked, nipped, and feasted on her as he moved his hips and slowly took her up and down his cock – until she slapped her palms on either side of his face and dragged his head up and his gaze to hers.

His eyes were amber.

“Pretty,” she said.

“Not something a man wants to hear when he’s buried deep inside you, sweetheart,” Roland growled.

“Not deep enough,” she almost begged.

Roland didn’t need telling twice. He wrapped his arms around her and pushed up, kicking off his jeans as he crossed the kitchen and headed for the bedroom. His cock was still moving inside of her all the way there.

Then he reached the bed and reluctantly pulled out, only long enough to turn her in mid-air and set her down on her hands and knees on the bed. The sight of her on all fours, her curvy backside there for his viewing pleasure, one hell of a wicked look on her face as she tossed a look back at him over her shoulder and wiggled those hips, sent him wild.

Roland gripped his cock and brought it to her channel, a heartbeat later, and they moaned together as he thrust inside of her to the hilt. His beast rose up within him at the sight of her back, the curve of her shoulder … he needed to claim his mate. Body, mind, and soul.

Roland slapped his large hands against her curvy hips and felt the rise of his wild side within him. He tried to hold it back, for all of about ten seconds until Maggie pushed back to meet the thrust of his cock and moaned like a wild woman.  

Roland loosened the iron grip of control on his beast. His hips slapped against the cheeks of her backside causing ripples in her flesh, and he could see her breasts swinging back and forth as he increased the pace and felt her inner muscles tightening around his cock, making him work harder to take her deep with each thrust.

He reached out and wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling her back against his chest, and he couldn’t help but run his tongue over her shoulder to the place where he was desperate to mark her as his.

The sound of the curse words that left her lips should have shocked the hell out of him, and yet, his little human mouse-mate had come alive in his arms. Gone was the cowardly lion and in was the demon-temptress, the seductress, and he was wild for her.

Roland felt her inner muscles tighten even more and he let his bear push forward. His fangs elongated, and he licked over her skin once more and waited those final few seconds until she came undone around his cock.

His fangs sliced into her skin like a hot knife through butter and he dragged them down. The taste of her blood on his tongue sent him even wilder as his bear roared at their union. The bond.

Roland licked up over her wound with a flat tongue, taking the last taste of her blood and savoring it as he sealed the mark into her skin.

His – almost.

He felt the fire of need within his blood to finish the bond between them and became frenzied as he took her right back up to another release, and thrust her over the edge.

His balls were aching to let go, and that hard clench and release of her inner muscles around his cock made that a certainty. His head strained back on his neck, every muscle in his body tensed, locking up, as he buried his cock to the hilt, and roared as his seed found her womb.

Over and over; he thrust to the hilt and gave her everything that he had to give, and even then, he still rocked his hips back and forth until she melted like snow in his arms.