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aside. She was touching him, exploring him, before it ever hit the ground. Her teeth scraped the flat nipple nested in dark hair. His hand went to her head, stroking her hair, before he pulled her shirt over her head.
    Aylia shrugged out of the bra the instant the shirt cleared her head and then pressed her breasts against his chest, his hand molding her closer.
    “I need to be inside you,” he growled against her mouth before kissing her again, devouring her with his tongue.
    Aylia reached between them, pressing her hand to his cock, impatient to give him what he wanted, what she wanted. Nico covered her hand with his, stroking his shaft with hers, before freeing himself and shoving his pants down. He grabbed her leg and pulled it to his waist. He ripped her panties off of her and replaced them with his hand. He stroked the intimate swollen flesh, and she dropped her head to his chest, lost in sensations. It had been so long since he’d touched her like this, so long since she felt like this.
    He twined his fingers into her hair, pulling her head back and kissing her, the tip of his cock caressing the wet heat of her core, teasing her but not entering her.
    “Nico,” she pleaded.
    “This is where I belong,” he replied huskily, and then pressed inside her.
    She could barely breathe from the pleasure of him filling her, stretching her. He grabbed her legs and wrapped them around his waist, lifting her. She wrapped her ankles around him. In some far part of her mind, she wanted to laugh at the realization that she still had her boots on and they were all she had on.
    It was the last coherent thought she had as wildness overtook them. He thrust deep inside and she rose up to sink down on top of him. Over and over they did this, their lips and breaths merging, their bodies pumping, but it wasn’t enough. Never enough. She didn’t want to come, she didn’t want it to end, but he was hard and hot, and stroking her just right. Nico shifted her weight off the wall, holding her fully. Thrusting and thrusting and…she shattered, the air in her lungs catching with the intensity of the pleasure, her body shaking.
    Nico moaned as she spasmed around him, milking him, pulling his release out of him. He ground into her, his hands cupping her backside to push her further against him. They collapsed into each other, and she buried her head in his chest. Nico settled her back against the wall, still inside her, still holding her up. Their foreheads rested against each other and silence thickened around them, as reality bled into the pleasure.
    “Nico,” she whispered, a ball of emotion tightening her chest. “You said we’d talk.”
    “I know,” he said, his hand stroking her cheek.
    “I-”
    He kissed her. “Not now. Later. I’m not taking any chances of you running out of here on me.”
    “Like Mr. Alpha himself would ever let that happen.”
    “You’re right,” he said huskily. “If you run, I’ll be faster than you, and if I remember correctly, you like when I chase you.” He withdrew his cock and slid her down his body to settle her feet on the ground. She felt the instant ache of his absence, of needing him back inside her, the dampness of their pleasure streaking her thighs. But even so, she felt a pang at the unimportance of birth control. She wasn’t a wolf. She could never be his mate or his pack, and one day, some female wolf would be.
    He shoved his pants and underwear the rest of the way down, and she realized he didn’t have on shoes. He’d been ready for this. He’d planned this. But she didn’t care. She wanted this. She needed this. And no, she didn’t want to talk. She wanted to forget. Her gaze raked over his lean body, thick with muscle, his shaft jutting out, ready for her again, as he tossed his clothes away.
    She reached down to take off her boots. He stepped forward and turned her towards the door, and she pressed her hands on the surface. “Leave them on,” he said, his hands reaching