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scent joined the others. One of arousal. His eyes focused on the springy auburn curls barely peeking through the juncture of her thighs. He needed to taste her. “Don’t you have other places that need a little tender, loving care?”
    He grinned as she read the intent in his eyes and reflexively clamped her knees tighter together. “No, Jared, you can’t.”
    “ And why not?” He lowered his head and kissed the now puckered tips of her breasts and dipped his tongue into the crevice of her bellybutton. He licked the rounded softness of her belly. He couldn’t wait to plant his seed inside her and watch her grow big with his child. Just the thought turned his cock into a rigid stake of need.
    “ Don’t,” she said, trying to move away from his mouth.
    “ Don’t what?” he asked, still laving the alabaster skin. He smoothed his free hand from her breast to thigh, caressing her waist, her stomach, anywhere, everywhere.
    “ Look, I know I’m not the svelte blondes you usually have. You don’t have to touch me like that. I’m all for another round of raunchy sex. Don’t embarrass us both by pretending you like what you see.” She sat rigid on the counter, her face stiff and her eyes dull.
    “ What the hell are you talking about?” Jared’s eyes narrowed and he felt the power inside him shift. No one insulted his mate, not even his mate.
    “ Let’s just skip the preliminaries. If you want to fuck me again, fine, I’m not complaining. In fact if you let me down, I’ll meet you in the bedroom.”
    He released her hands and grasped the back of her head, his hold hard and deliberately hurting. “You are perfect.” His other hand squeezed her breast. “This is perfect.”
    Emily pushed against his chest, her eyes glimmering with defiance. “Yeah, every man loves big boobs. So what?”
    Jared immediately understood what she was trying to do. Push him away, literally and figuratively. He had yet to make her realize that she was the other half of his soul. His to love and cherish for as long as the powers that be allowed him the privilege. He had yet to make her understand just what a wolf found attractive. He had made her submit to him physically in the forest, now he needed her to submit to him emotionally. To depend on him for her very happiness. As he would depend on her.
    He tightened his hand on her breast until she gasped but he was not concerned. He knew he was giving her more pleasure than pain. “You will never speak of yourself in that way again.” He continued to tighten his hand until she looked him in the eye. “Do you understand?”
    At her nod, he gave her breast a gentle squeeze before moving to cup the curve of her stomach. “You are mine, Emily. All of this is mine.” He caressed the generous swell of her hip and the soft flesh of her waist. “Mine,” he growled. “All mine.”
    He forced her head up, slanting his mouth across hers. A possessive sweep of his tongue across hers had her moaning and clutching his shoulders for support. He fucked his tongue in and out, possessing her as he would soon possess her body. After several minutes, his aggression eased enough for him to release her mouth. He stepped back to admire his handy work – her mouth was a burnt red, bruised and swollen from his kisses, her breast showed the imprint of his fingers.
    And she was aroused.
    “ Open for me Emily,” he commanded, his hands on her thighs. When she hesitated he pulled them slowly apart, growling as she resisted. He slapped her lightly on the buttocks. “You do as I say. I want to taste you.”
    “ No,” she said stubbornly, still trying to free herself. He ended the struggle by yanking her legs apart and keeping them apart with the width of his shoulders as he bent at the waist. His breath stirred the tops of the reddish curls protecting her femininity. He lapped at the tops of her thighs like a hungry pup. The rough and wet texture of his tongue and mouth elicited her involuntary moan and