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from the deadliest of them all.
    Fisting her hair, he jerked her head back. Voltaire went willingly, eyes closed, exposing her neck to him. Silver-blue moonlight glinted off her hair and illuminated the steady pulse in her throat as she awaited his next move. Blake leant forward and dragged his tongue down the column of her neck, tasting her salty skin, delicious enough to nibble on.
    Voltaire shuddered and pressed her hips into him. Blake rubbed his cock against her, rocking a sensational rhythm. She lifted her hands and clutched his hair, pulling hard. A series of growls rumbled in his chest as she arched her back, giving him better access, showing him her readiness for...whatever.
    What he wanted was his woman, his mate. No more waiting, putting it off. He'd take her, mark her, possess her. God help them both.
    Holding her with his right hand, he pushed the floor-length white coat off her shoulders. The material dropped to their feet, her guns hitting the ground with a low clunk. The claws on his left hand popped out and he tore her tight blouse off her body with a single slash. She wore no bra and her dusky pink nipples stood to attention, begging for his mouth.
    He obliged. Blake licked one, then the other, moaning at the feel and taste of her. She tasted of winter—clean and crisp. Voltaire cupped his head, held him to her as her body trembled and another wave of arousal swamped them. Taking his focus off her nipples, Blake shredded her jeans with a flick of his wrist. He barely noticed as they fell in tatters to the ground.
    Voltaire wore no underwear. He straightened and her hands fell to her sides. His woman stood naked before him, seemingly impervious to the November cold. Smooth, creamy skin gleamed in the moonlight, the same light giving her white hair a silver-blue tint. Her firm breasts were perfect, the size of his palm. Her flat stomach tapered out to flared hips with enough flesh for him to grab on to. Toned thighs and legs seemed to go on and on.
    The most beautiful vision. His mate.
    Voltaire grabbed him by the neck, forcing his attention to her face. “Get undressed, Blake.” Her raspy voice dripped need with every word. “I don't want to make love, not now. I want to be fucked.” Reaching between them, she fondled him through his sweat pants. “By you."
    His balls tightened, his cock pulsed furiously. She was an aggressive little fuck. God, he loved it. Husky laughter echoed in his head. Gritting his teeth, he stepped away from her. He kicked off his pants, pulled off his T-shirt, and used both their clothes to make a bed on the layer of leaves littering the ground. When he'd finished, he looked up at her. She stared back in silence.
    "Get on your hands and knees,” he ordered. She obeyed with a twitch of her lips. As soon as she was in position, he pounced, covering her back with his front. Yanking her hair, he whispered, “You asked."
    She turned her head, brushing her lips on his cheek. “Bring it, mate."
    He pressed a hand to the small of her back, pushed her down until her cheek lay flat on the ground and her ass hovered in the air. Blake knelt behind her and brought his face to her pussy. He pulled her wet folds apart gently, exposing the tiny hole, and inhaled the ocean. The wolf howled, ready to devour. Blake's cock felt like granite, his tip dripped pre-cum onto the ground. He wanted to ram into her, lose himself in her tightness, but he couldn't.
    His mate was a virgin.
    "I won't break and I don't care about the fucking pain,” Voltaire growled above him. “Get that cock inside me, else I'll be the one doing the fucking."
    Choking back a groan, Blake pressed his nose to her slippery cunt and licked. Voltaire bucked. He grabbed her hips and pulled her back onto his mouth. He snaked his tongue out, dipped into her clenched core, and her taste, creamy-sweet with a hint of salt, exploded in his mouth. He swallowed, took her into his body and got lost in the sensation.
    Blake grabbed her