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  “Don’t do it again.”

  “I’ll do my best. I’m not one to go down lightly,” Coal assured, petting her mussed hair.

  A soft breeze whistled through the towering trees, branches swaying and creating a beautiful mosaic of shades over the ground. The night soothed every worry she had only a few hours ago. Standing in Coal’s arms secured her mind and her heart.

  “Are you cold?” she whispered.

  “The cold doesn’t bother me. You?”

  “Not while I’m standing against you.” The corner of her mouth twitched in a quick grin as her toes caressed the top of his bare right foot. “I also have a blanket. You have nothing but a pair of jeans.”

  “We’re wolves. This is natural for us.”

  “You were watching earlier.” The image of Coal’s reflective eyes from the dark corner of the living room sent an erotic chill through her. He had watched from the shadows while Jacy fucked her, never speaking, never coming forward. Then, he had left the house.

  “Yes.” He graced the top of her head with a lingering kiss, and she pressed closer to him. Through the blanket, she felt the firm bulge of his cock in his jeans and sighed.

  “What were you thinking?”

  “The lucky bastard got you first, but he has little control over his libido.” He shrugged against her cheek, his arms tightening around her. “Can’t blame him. You’re an incredible, beautiful woman, and whether you wish to believe or not, we all belong together.”

  “I’ve been here for two days. I’ve only just met you and Jacy, and yet…I feel like I’ve known you forever. You seem to understand me better than my family back home.” Shyla nuzzled her cheek against the firm contours of his chest, inhaling the prominent scent of soap and the more subtle scent of wild air against his skin. Her wolf senses rushed to the forefront and enhanced everything in mere moments. She heard the furious rush of his blood just below his calm exterior. A deep breath lent weight to her suspicion of his fierce, predatory arousal. Her flesh tingled with liquid fire in every place she came in contact with him.

  “Your family back home doesn’t know this about you, love. Your home is not New York. It’s here where you are stripped of those city confines. This is where you belong. The woods, the wilderness. Free. We are free here.” Coal’s knuckles slid down her cheek in a tender motion only he could provide for her. “You are free here. With us.”

  “Coal?” She lifted her chin until she gazed into the consuming darkness of his eyes. Her heart fluttered. “Have you ever wondered about the possibilities surrounding us? I understand the spirits appointed you and Jacy as my mates, but you have to know how hard it is for me to change all my beliefs to accept this judgment. Two days is all, though. Can a woman who never knew anything about who she truly is find herself equally in love with two men in two days?”

  Coal’s mouth tipped skyward in a soft smile. Nothing severe or hard touched his expression tonight. Not even the moonlight sharpened his features.

  “Is it so hard to believe when two men love the same woman just as equally?” he countered, lowering his voice. His thumb brushed her bottom lip as his fingers sifted back into her hair. She purred at the gentle touch, her eyelids growing heavy.

  “Do you love me? You and Jacy always seem to be mentally battling wits.”

  “Shyla, sweetheart, you have two alpha male wolves vying for you. Jacy and I have an incredible friendship, a bond time secured, and a great understanding of our place with you. There will always be the competitiveness in our bickers, but as long as your affections are equal, I won’t be forced to render him useless.” He dipped his head and sucked in a sharp breath. “I smell him all over you. I smell him in you. But, I smell you. Your heat and hunger.”

  He sniffed again. A flicker of light reflected off the smooth onyx surface of his eyes. Shyla smiled, working to seduce him with the slow curl of her lips and a teasing trace by her tongue. She spread her arms, opening the blanket that kept her naked body from his sight. Hell, her body craved the man—the wolf—standing in front of her like some formidable god sent specifically to her.

  “Damn, woman.”

  Shyla released the blanket, and it dropped, draping over the seat of the picnic table. She tugged at Coal’s belt, worked open his jeans, and slid them down his legs. Her eyes landed on the jutting object of her desire, leaving her mouth dry and making moisture weep from her already wet pussy. She trailed her hands along the solid cords of muscle that created his masculine legs, pausing on the insides of his thighs.

  “You’re huge,” she murmured. “God, the both of you…” She leaned in and stroked the long, thick cock inches from her mouth. The wolf in her smelled heat, salt and sex, woods and spice. She smelled the alpha male, and images of what his cock would do to her flooded her mind.

  “I’ll fit just perfect, love. You’ll soon feel it.”

  “I want to feel you.” She flicked her tongue over the wide head of his dick and shivered with the pleasant taste of his seeping moisture. Curling a hand around his sac, she weighed the velvety package in her palm before gently massaging his balls. She drew the tip of his cock into her mouth, sucking him, stroking the sensitive underside of his head until he quivered.

  “That mouth of yours’ll get you in trouble,” Coal said. His voice deepened to a carnal rumble, and Shyla moaned. She licked him, relishing his hot skin and the swollen mass that could easily put men to shame. His hands cupped her head, fingers curling in her hair. “Do you like the way I taste?”

  “Mmm,” she moaned, drawing his cock deep into her mouth. Her pussy itched, her clit throbbed, and she dropped forward to her knees. She lowered a hand to her wet, intimate folds and began to stroke herself while sucking his cock.

  “No you don’t.”

  Shyla gasped as Coal pulled her to her toes. He spun her around and pinned her back to his front. One big hand kneaded her breast, the rough pads of his fingers lashing over her sensitive nipple, creating vibrations of pleasure that strung with her pussy. She whimpered, her head falling back, her rear pressing into his hips. He slid his large cock between her cheeks, the head of his penis teasing her wet center. His unoccupied hand slid south and separated her slick inner lips. His thick fingers circled her opening, his thumb assaulting her clit.

  “Coal, oh, God. I need you. Now.”

  Not want. Need. He tugged her nipple to a peak, and she bucked into him, gasping and rubbing her aching clit against his thumb.

  Then, he plunged two fingers deep into her womb, and she cried out.

  “Aw, fuck. You’re still so tight,” he growled against her ear.

  Shyla pressed down into his hand, fucking his fingers as the searing pleasure she sought rolled into the pit of her body.

  “More, Coal. Faster,” she gasped. She arched her breast into his hand, silently begging him to pinch and squeeze to induce the pleasure-pain she so enjoyed. His hot breath tickled her cheek, and she turned her face toward him.

  His mouth conquered hers, his tongue sweeping deep and thorough, rocking her mind. She reached back and sank her hand into the luxurious silk of his mane, meeting his fervent kisses with her own, gyrating her hips over his hand. His knee hooked beneath hers, lifting her leg and spreading her wide.

  “You’re soaking wet, love,” he breathed, sliding his dick through her ass crack. His seduction assaulted every sense she possessed, leaving her to spiral deeper into carefree ecstasy and lose herself in him.

  “I’m wet for you.”

  “I know. Tell me how you like my fingers inside your body.” He pressed his hips into hers, tilting them. He thrust his fingers deeper, and she fought to remain standing. As they drew out, he directly stroked an area inside her that…that…

  “Feels…ohhhh.”

  The world shattered. She rode the powerful waves of her orgasm, clinging to Coal for support. Her heart raced. Her pussy clenched and contracted around his probing fingers. He tugged her ear with his teeth, tracing her lobe with his hot tongue, the se
nsation mind-numbing as she slid down from her intense peak.

  Coal chuckled quietly, nipping the side of her throat. He drew his fingers from her heat, his hand from her pussy, and grabbed her hips. The trail of wetness grew cold against the wintry air, but her body remained fiery with insatiable need.

  “That’s only the beginning,” he promised.

  * * * *

  Coal coiled every seeping ounce of his control. His cock stretched his already thinned skin. His balls tightened. His gut knotted.

  Her delicious, intoxicating scent would trigger him, and he’d burst before ever reaching her slick, silken sex.

  He’d waited long enough for her. Two days, a month, a lifetime. He was through waiting.

  “You’re mine tonight.”

  The intimate stroke of his claim within her mind made her moan. He rubbed his dick between her lovely ass cheeks, trying his damnedest to prolong this pleasure and experience every succulent inch of her before spilling his seed.

  The wolf in him barked demands to take. Fuck, and fuck hard. Make her submit to his alpha male and pound deep. Claim her, wild and rough.

  The human begged to be gentle. Love her. Show her tenderness. Stretch her tight sheath gently and simply enjoy her.

  After tonight, Shyla Smith would become Shyla Roddery-Demmering, and their fates would be sealed.

  Coal turned her to him and slid his cock between her legs. The lava flow of her juices coated him, and he shivered with expectant pleasure. She glided her wet pussy over him, teasing the tiny bit of control he managed to grasp hold of.

  “You’re beautiful beneath the moonlight,” he whispered.

  He snaked one arm around her narrow waist and held her pinned flush to him. He stilled her hips in an effort to keep from exploding. He imprinted every detail of her face in his memory, from heavy-hooded eyes brimming with shameless desire to lush pink lips, swollen from his hungry kisses. A light blush colored her defined cheeks beneath stray strands of midnight waves.

  She looked and smelled and tasted all like a sex-primed woman, his sex-primed woman. The wolf in her paced restlessly just below the surface. The reflective flash in her stormy gray eyes came and went but never left.

  Cupping her face, her hair bunching above his hands, he covered her mouth with his and rolled his tongue inside her sweet, warm cavern. She was receptive, meeting each full stroke of his tongue with her own, eager to drink lust and passion from him. She kissed him with no reserve, her supple breasts pressed to his ribs, her pert nipples scraping his ultrasensitive skin. A deep growl rumbled through the base of his throat, invoking a mew from his precious little wolf.

  Coal slid his hands down the smooth contour of her back. He curved over the succulent globes of her ass, squeezed, and lifted her off her feet. She tore her mouth from his and arched her chest into his face, locking her ankles at the back of his waist. He dropped his mouth to her waiting breast, drew her flesh between his teeth and rolled her nipple around with his tongue. Her moans filled his ears. The musky scent of her sex invaded his nose and infiltrated every sensory organ in his body as her moisture cooled his skin just above his thrumming cock.

  He bridged the distance between her breasts with leisurely kisses, using these small moments of tenderness to tamp his burning hunger and fully gain control of his wolf. He circled the base of her fleshy mound with brief sucking kisses, pleased by her reaction. Her fingers tightened in his hair, and she creamed some more, rocking her hips against his.

  “Coal, please. I want you inside me. I need you inside me,” she whined thickly.

  Coal groaned. The sultry tone of her voice snapped one of his carefully gathered cords of control.

  He took her breast in his mouth, teasing her pearled nipple, allowing her to buck in search of enough friction to make her come. His teeth scraped her skin, and she muffled a cry.

  His legs weakened as blood filled his overextended dick. He moved her to the picnic table, continuing to toy with her heavy breast as he grabbed the wool blanket from the bench and carelessly tossed it on the table.

  Lifting his head from her lush flesh, the lingering taste of salt and sweetness dancing on his tongue, he grabbed her chin and lowered her face to his.

  “You want me inside you? Do you think you can handle me?” he growled. Oh, he was losing the battle with the wild creature clawing against the inside of his spirit. He flicked his tongue out and licked her upper lip. Her eyes closed with a passion-charged sigh.

  “Give me all of you.”

  The raw heat of his burning hunger brought a primal sound to his lips. He lowered her ass to the blanket, but courtesy ended there. He shoved her toward the center of the table, snagged her ankles, and dropped her onto her back. Her eyes shot open, a wild look weaving through her euphoric gaze that clenched down around his heart.

  He cast her a dark smile, cruising his hands up the creamy flesh of her legs. His eyes dropped to her glistening pussy, and he licked his lips, moisture seeping from the head of his cock. He wanted. He needed.

  He took.

  His mouth clamped down on her pussy, and she bowed skyward, crying out as he laved her clit with his tongue and opened her strained gates to bliss. A shiver of delight coursed through him as her nectar filled his mouth and his body. Christ, nothing tasted better than her.

  Coal traced the folds of her labia, tremors riding through his woman. He slid one hand to his cock and stroked himself once, twice. He squeezed the base of his dick while he teased her convulsing opening with his tongue before probing deep into her sex.

  Cream lathered his tongue. Her fingers tunneled into his hair, fisting and pulling, holding him against her core as he drank. No woman ever enraptured him like Shyla. She may be his mate, may be Jacy’s mate, but he never expected to truly love her.

  Now, he would not let her leave. She belonged with him, whether it be talking, shopping, tonguing, or fucking. This was her home, and he was one of her men.

  Claim her. Don’t wait.

  Coal listened.

  He hopped onto the table, grabbed her hips, and drew them to his. Sitting back on his legs, he pressed the weeping head of his cock into the extremely tight opening of her sex, lifting his gaze to judge just how hard he could thrust by the look on her face.

  Sexual shadows and mist filled her watching eyes. She bit down on her bottom lip, nostrils flared, ankles locking at his back.

  Coal groaned as she forcefully impaled herself on his cock, rocking his vision and stopping his heart. Her whimpers drove the natural beast in him, the hot, silken sheath of her sex squeezing him with each met thrust. She was lava hot and slick, tight to the point he might have figured her to be a virgin.

  “You have all of me, love.” He leaned over her, kissing the rapid pulse of her neck. He slid his cock out and pushed deep inside again, his balls slapping her ass and a tremor of white heat teasing him. “You’re hot and wet, and Christ, you feel incredible when you clamp down on my cock.”

  “I’ve never…” Shyla’s forehead creased, and she bit back down on her lip. Coal kissed her closed eyelids, the tip of her nose, her chin.

  “Never what, sweetheart?” He rocked slowly, absorbing her delight. “Felt this way before?”

  “Been so…filled. You’re touching places inside me I…I…You feel so good.”

  Coal’s lips tipped in a shadowed grin. The woman stroked his ego and his cock with forbidden pleasure. Her hands splayed over the planes of his chest. Her fingers cruised between the valley of his pecs, glided over his abs and rounded his hips. He hooked an arm under her knee, drawing her sinfully long leg over his shoulder and pounding even deeper. So deep he swore he couldn’t go any farther, the head of his cock hitting an untouchable place in a woman. Her depth matched his length, and he snarled with satisfaction.

  They were a perfect fit, and she was his perfect woman.

  Brushing the outskirts of her mind, seeking her thoughts and finding nothing comprehensible aside of the pleasure he delivered to her,
the alpha wolf reared his dominant head.

  “Did Jacy feel this good? Did he fill you as completely as I do? Did he fuck you and make you feel like nothing but a mass of charged nerves and bliss?” His questions came out demanding and thick with desire to hear her answers.

  “No.” She angled her hips and drew him inside her hot canal. “Oh, oh. Yes. Right there. Right…Coal!”

  Coal bristled as the silken muscles around his cock squeezed down. He kept his pace, rocking into her as her song of climax echoed into the night. The delightful pressure around his cock threatened release. Fuck, he wanted to come and spurt his liquid fire into her womb.

  She was primed, heated, and fucking heaven on earth.

  Shyla’s fingers lifted to his shoulders, and she pressed him over. Coal obliged, pulling her on top of him and guiding her weak, trembling body into a slow rhythm until she completely recovered.

  “Sexy Shyla. You’re drowning every one of my senses in lust and awe.”

  Coal licked his lips as his woman straightened up, gliding her hips against his. Her gaze locked on his, dark with heated passion. He slid his hands up her flat belly until he cupped her breasts.

  A glint crossed her eyes, and he arched a brow. He dropped his elbows to the table and pressed up, watching the night-vision glaze coat her eyes. The white wolf she locked deep inside her rose to the surface.

  Her strokes quickened. Coal lifted a hand to her neck and cupped her warm flesh. Her pulse raced beneath his palm, his own thundering heart matching hers. The desperate friction of her body against his cock made his balls tense as his brewing climax bubbled forward.

  “Love, let me guide your wolf forth. Let me come inside you in your true form. It’ll be pleasure you’ll never forget.”

  “It won’t hurt?” she asked. Her hips slowed, and he bit back a growl of protest, thrusting deep inside her. She whimpered, gripping his shoulders.

  “How do I feel?”

  “Sinful. Incredible. I never want you to leave.”

  Coal smiled. Her confession reared the wild wolf inside him and made him determined to claim her as a wolf.