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He watched the mirror as his hips jerked rhythmically against her mouth. Taking care not to push her head, he ran the silk of her hair between his fingers.

«Put your other hand between my legs, baby, please,» he begged. She slid her fingers behind his balls, pressing up. He shuddered again. «That's it, that's so good,» he panted.

He couldn't hold on much longer. She'd milk him until he came, but suddenly he needed to be inside her.

He put his hands beneath her chin and gently pulled out of her mouth.

«What's wrong?» she cried, looking up in confusion. The love in her eyes warmed him till he glowed.

«Nothing's wrong,» he growled, stroking her face as he pulled her up. «It's perfect. You're perfect.»

He held her chin and lowered his mouth to hers, tasting himself as he sucked her tongue. Before she could wrap her arms around his neck, he forced them back to her sides and spun her around with a shaky laugh.

«Taran!» she mewled, «what are you-« She moaned as he bent her over the counter.

Covering her body with his, he whispered in her ear, «I need to come inside you. You can look in the mirror if you want.»

She did, her lovely face flushed with desire, lips wet and parted, eyes half closed. He watched her face as he spread her arms and flattened her hands against the counter, making sure she was braced. She shivered as he rubbed his chest against her back, his stiff cock pressing against the crack of her sweet, round ass.

She cried out when he grabbed her panties and yanked them down. He held her feet steady to pull the panties all the way off, smiling in triumph when he saw her legs shaking.

«I love it like this,» she whimpered. «Hard. I love it hard like this.»

He crouched to grasp her cheeks with both hands, reveling in the hot, firm flesh, and she shrieked when he nipped at one side and licked the sting away.

«Do it again,» she moaned, and he obeyed.

He slid two fingers inside her, finding her hotter and wetter than he'd even imagined. Her muscles squeezed his fingers. She let out a long wail of pleasure. He slowly spread his fingers, stretching her, and she sobbed when he pulled them out and plunged them back in.

«Are you about to come, baby?» he breathed.

Another sob was all the answer he needed.

He guided his cock into her, groaning long and hard as he finally found the warm, wet shelter he'd sought. They were perfectly aligned, perfectly fitted for this. He grabbed her hips and dug his fingers into her flesh, pulling her ass back against him so she didn't have to take all the weight on her arms. Finally deep within her, he abandoned control and began to pump, letting his body do what it needed. She met his every thrust.

«Harder,» she whimpered. «Do it harder.»

He did, closing his eyes and losing himself in her slick warmth, letting the noise of her ecstasy wash away the remnants of his fear and doubt, sure at last that she was his not because he'd claimed her, but because she'd chosen him.

He smiled, delighted, when she reached back to grab his hand and press it between her legs. The edge of the counter bit into the back of his hand as she ground against his palm. She screamed when his middle finger found her clit and seconds later she came, wet and hot and screaming his name.

Her screams died away into little half sobs, and his body began to jerk as the orgasm seized him.

He heard himself shout, telling her he loved her, saying things he'd never said to any female before. Hard and helplessly he came, and he collapsed across her back, burying his face in her hair, resting in the scent of his mate.

«Taran,» she whispered. «Sweetie. I can't stand up. You have to get off me.» She giggled a little hysterically. Her ankles were wobbling in the four inch spikes, his body pressing her down against the ice cold granite.

He laughed into her hair. «I'm sorry, baby. One sec.» He raised himself off her, bracing his hands on the vanity and taking a couple deep breaths. «Okay.»

Smoothly, and with no apparent effort, he swept her up in his arms and carried her to his bed, letting her drop with a thud. He laughed at her «oof!» of surprise. Then he tenderly unstrapped her heels and tossed them away before falling down atop her.

«Oh. Sorry, I'm too heavy-« «Shh, it's okay.» Rolling him over onto his back, she laid her head against his stomach and drew the blanket up. She tucked her hand beneath his butt and breathed in the scent of his seed, the both of them still wet and warm and sticky. She shivered as he played with her hair.

«La Perla,» he said sleepily.

«Huh?»

«It's-« «I know what La Perla is, Taran. It's expensive lingerie. What about it?»

«I'm buying you some. A lot.»

«You don't want me in flannel?»

«I'd fuck you in burlap, baby. But I want to see you in satin and silk too.»

«Bought a lot of La Perla, have you?»

«No. But Nick buys it for all his females.»

«Ew.»

His hands stopped in her hair for a moment. «What ew?»

«Nothing.»

«Bullshit nothing. Why do you care what Nick buys for his women?» he asked belligerently.

Alarmed, she raised up on her elbow to look at him. «I don't care,» she said softly. «Other people might, that's all.»

He frowned at her for a long minute, and she would've laughed at his eventual shock of comprehension if it hadn't been such a sad subject.

«You mean TJ…?»

«Let's forget I said anything, okay? Please. I didn't mean to spoil the afterglow. I'll wear whatever you buy me.» She put her head back down. «Play with my hair some more.»

«How about those corset things?» he asked eventually.

«Corset things?»

«You know. The ones that go around your waist, but not over your tits. You wear them with garters and panties.»

«That's more sex boutique than La Perla but sure, I can do that. I can do anything.»

His laughter stopped abruptly, and his hand paused in her hair again. «You can? Like, what're we talking about here? What've you done» «I don't mean I will do anything,» she sighed patiently. «I haven't done everything; I'm just open to ideas. Okay?»

«You give damned good head.» He was quiet for a minute. «Where'd you learn that?»

«The Dummy's Guide to Blowjobs,» she said drily.

She could sense his dismay.

«Taran.» She rolled over on top of him, resting her chin on his stomach. «I'm twenty-six. I would've waited for you if I'd known you wanted me, but come on.»

«I haven't slept with anyone in a long time,» he whispered. «That's how bad I've needed you.»

«But I still haven't slept with nearly as many people as you have altogether. It doesn't really matter, since we'll never sleep with anyone else again. Right?»

He nodded contritely. «Right. You're right.»

«Okay, then.» She laid her cheek against his belly once more.

She'd just dozed off when he asked, «What did you talk to my mom about?»

«Us. Danny. The whole thing.»

«How'd she know about the whole thing?»

«Oh. Right, I haven't told you.»

She rolled off and crawled up to lay her head on the pillow next to him. He pulled her hand back over and pressed it to his stomach. She remembered TJ telling her how deeply wolves craved touching and holding, and her heart ached to think how long he'd been without it. The touch of friends and family couldn't substitute for a mate's. She resolved to hold and caress him every second she could.