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forward, resting his fingertips on the tops of my thighs.
    He settled his mouth, hot and wet, on the tender, virgin flesh of my womanhood.
    His light, almost chaste, kisses, created tiny electric shocks. They were foreign, but highly enjoyable, sensations. I couldn’t stop the gasps of pleasure, the little moans that crawled out my throat.
    His mouth felt so good!
    Admittedly, feeling anything but scared at this whole “scenting” display was welcome—and unexpected. I let out a shuddering breath.
    Grey started interspersing those little kisses with long, sensuous licks that made me squirm. My damaged hand pressed against the covers, and unbidden, my other hand cupped the back of Grey’s hand. I delighted in the soft, silky feel of his hair.
    His carnal forays made my flesh swell and moisten. A tight coil of need began to unwind with every stroke of his tongue, every press of his mouth.
    “I’m so wet,” I murmured.
    Grey glanced up, his eyes animalistic, his face somehow both human and wolf. I knew he was intentionally keeping his beast leashed. Excitement leapt in my belly.
    “I’m just getting started, my sweet,” he said in a voice thick with desire. “When I’m done, you will know you are mine.”
    He kissed the top of my pubic bone, and then he dragged his tongue down the slender line of my wet heat.
    I sighed in pure delight as he nibbled me in the same way he might a ripe, juicy peach.
    He parted my labia with his strong, sure fingers, and blew hot air across my sensitized flesh. The coiled ache that seemed both pleasure and pain loosened more, and a strange, tingling joy ribboned through me.
    “You’re close, aren’t you?” he murmured.
    He delved once again into my moist folds, only this time he flicked his tongue against my tight, little bud. My fingers twined into his hair as I arched up, pressing my tormented sex against the heat, the hunger of his mouth.
    “Please,” I begged. I knew he could give me the relief I wanted, the golden bliss I sought, but had never truly experienced. “Please, Grey!”
    “As my lady desires.” He drew my aching clit into his mouth, suckling hard as he rapidly flicked his tongue against my clit.
    I felt the rise of quivering excitement, the incredible blooming of sexual rapture.
    “Oh!” I pressed him against his mouth as ecstasy crashed in me.
    Over me.
    Through me.
    Grey kept licking, kept suckling, even as the glorious waves of orgasm faded. I was left feeling sated—for a moment. My clitoris felt intensely sensitive, and Grey’s continued ministrations bordered on painful.
    “Stop,” I said. “Stop!”
    But he didn’t.
    He wouldn’t.
    He sucked the tender, swollen bud harshly and then I felt one of his thick fingers enter my channel. I bucked, trying to get away from this new invasion, but he put his other arm above his head and pressed against my hips, trapping me.
    What had started as sweetly awakening sensuality became a new kind of agony.
    I lay pinned against the bed, the sexual prisoner of the alpha, and I could do nothing.
    Tears squeezed from my eyes as I felt his finger curled upward in my virgin flesh and began a slow, torturous stroking. I sucked in an unsteady breath.
    Sweet mercy! What was he doing?
    I moaned.
    The incredible sensations he’d wrought from my clitoris was nothing compared the strange and wonderful thrills he created from the tiny knot of nerves he’d found just inside my entrance.
    Now, a different sort of delight unfolded and weaved itself into the stinging ache of my tortured clit.
    I no longer felt pain.
    Or fear.
    The expert touch of my alpha lover was bringing me to orgasm again. I felt my clit tighten, my inner muscles squeeze, and then I was crying out…
    …screaming Grey’s name…
    …as double spikes of terrible, beautiful pleasure pierced me to the very core.
    I slumped against the bed, my entire body limp and replete. Grey rose and sat back on his heels, his expression full of smug satisfaction. “How