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one smooth, golden ankle
in his hand. Her skin was like satin, soft to his lips, and
delicious. Her surprised giggle faded, when he trailed a series of
kisses up her calf, circled her knee, and then continued up the
inside of her creamy thigh.
    Reaching his
goal, he paused only to blow a breath across her visibly damp lacy
panties, before continuing his trek down her other leg.
    “Sasha”—Megan
dug her fingers into his hair—“you’re teasing.”
    He slowed when
he reached her other ankle, and gently tickled the side of her
foot. She squeaked and tried to jerk it away, but he held firm and
nipped at her heel. “No, Cariad . That’s teasing.”
Like all wolves, he loved to play, and who better to play with,
than his Mate?
    “Sasha.” Megan
tugged gently at his hair, but he ignored her and continued to kiss
a slow trail up her leg. “Babe. There’s something I need to tell
you.”
    He paused, her
words sinking in. Shit. That didn't sound good. Lifting his head,
he gazed at her flushed cheeks. “What’s up?”
    Her eyes
widened. “Nothing. This is—umm—an early Christmas present.” She
looked adorably nervous, and the anxious knot in his stomach eased.
“Come here. Let me kiss you.”
    He complied,
unable to resist her. He kneeled over, braced his forearms on the
pillow to cage her in his embrace, and then leaned down to claim
her lips. “Talk to me, Cariad ,” he whispered.
    She wrapped her
arms around his neck, holding him close, her breath a warm puff
against his throat. “Remember we talked ages ago about ditching the
condoms?”
    He nuzzled her
cheek. “Mmm hmm. You were thinking about going on the pill.”
    “Well I did. I have . And we’re safe now.” Huh? “You have to wait
four weeks, but I waited six to be sure. So now we can. If you
still want to.” Megan only ever babbled when she was nervous, and
that was rare enough.
    Sasha replayed
her words in his head. Did that mean... “I can go bareback?”
    Her cheeks
coloured even more. “Yes.”
    “Oh.” For once,
Sasha was at a loss for words. He gazed at Megan awestruck, and
must have been quiet too long.
    She cleared her
throat. “We don’t have to...you know, if you’ve changed your mind.
I’m happy either way.”
    He broke into
her awkward words. “Whoa. I’m just”—he hesitated, his voice rough
to his ears—“I’m blown away by you. I know we talked about this,
but yeah.” He gazed down at her, a lump forming in his throat. This
was a huge measure of trust on her part. God, how he loved her.
Even his wolf sat dumb inside him.
    It was as
though his mind and body suddenly figured what she was saying. His
lust, already inflamed, exploded in a dizzying cascade of heat,
desire igniting in his veins. Christ. If he didn’t get out of his
jeans immediately, the zip would be embedded in his cock forever.
So hard now, his dick ached for release, and Sasha felt
light-headed.
    “I need you.”
He spoke slowly, carefully, as though he was drunk. The wolf inside
him was going crazy, and he gave in to his beast. Slow and teasing
was now a thing of the past. “On your knees, baby.” His voice came
out as a growl.
    Megan scrambled
into position, and then peeked at him over her shoulder. She gave
him the sweetest, most beautiful smile, her entire face lighting
up, and little sparkles dancing in her eyes. “Please don’t rip my
panties, Sasha. I like these ones.”
    It took immense
restraint, but he tugged her panties down far enough to get access,
and then pushed two fingers inside her. She moaned, and ground onto
his hand. Christ, she was soaked already, the musk of her arousal
tying him in knots.
    Sasha knew he
wouldn’t last long when he finally got free from his jeans. He
never had a hair trigger on his cock before, but he’d never had sex
without a condom, and with Megan especially… Kneeling behind his
Mate, he stroked her gorgeous ass, and then pumped some more with
his fingers.
    His cock begged
him to move. The ache in his