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quirk of her eyebrow, Voltaire parted her thighs, trapping his cock. She rolled her hips, taking the tip of him into her wet clasp. Blake thrust up slightly, sinking deeper into that place made especially for him.
    Voltaire bent her head and rubbed her nose against his. “You've fucked me, marked me, yet I've never heard my name on your lips.” She brushed her mouth over his. Clenching her inner muscles, she rocked slowly. Heat flared in his balls, drawing a gasp from him. “What's a girl gotta do, Blake, for you to say her name?” She sat up straight, then tilted to the right. His cock sank even deeper into her, bumping her contoured walls.
    Her nostrils and eyes flared. Blake rolled his hips, dragging the head of his cock along the sensitive bump inside her core. She dug her fingers into his chest and he grabbed her hair, yanking her down to him.
    "Voltaire.” He groaned out the name as he thrust up, hard. She bore down, then stilled. The shaking started at her head and travelled down her body. Her mouth opened in a silent scream as her pussy fluttered around him, massaging him to orgasm. Blake emptied himself inside her with a growl. Heated moisture drowned him in return.
    He took her mouth, teeth clinking as he fought to get closer to her, his mate. She rubbed her chest to his, nipples pricking his skin in exquisite torture. They curled their tongues around each other, licking, tasting. He didn't want to stop tasting her strawberry-flavoured kisses, wanted to overdose on them. She flitted her tongue over the roof of his mouth and slid it across his teeth. When she would've pulled away, he squeezed her nape, held her still, and continued exploring her mouth.
    Voltaire chuckled into his mouth, nipping at him as she rubbed her body over his. Blake mimicked her movements, transferring his scent to his mate. After this moment there'd be no questions that Voltaire belonged to him. Blake ignored the small voice of doubt trying to cloud his mind.
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Chapter Five
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    Her mate had questions. Voltaire licked a wet trail down the left side of his neck with her eyes squeezed shut. Orgasmic tremors still shook her body, though they weren't as violent as before. Blake's cock pulsed and twitched where she held him inside her quivering core.
    Blake was the reason she had held on to her virginity. The sensation of him pounding into her felt so new, yet infinitely familiar, like they'd done it a million times before and would do it a million times more.
    I'm all for that .
    And he could access her mind during orgasm. How fucking cool was that? But Blake couldn't hide his doubts, not from her. She felt it, for a second, in his staggered heart beat. Those doubts stared up at her through eyes shadowed with passion, framed with dark lashes. How to reassure him when she couldn't be sure herself?
    He stroked her back with his callused hands, drawing shudders from her. His touch, like his scent and taste, was addictive. She raised her head and brushed her lips over his. He kissed her back slowly, and she sipped from him like he was the most expensive cognac. Rumbles echoed in his chest. The wolf's contentment.
    "Voltaire.” His warm breath caressed her face. She stared down at him. Goose bumps dotted her skin at the sound of her name on his lips.
    Voltaire brought their foreheads together. “The way you say my name. Blake, you destroy me.” Tears burnt her eyelids and she blinked rapidly. She'd known this would happen, that he'd rip away her armour, yet she felt no regret. She belonged here.
    Blake brushed her hair from her face and stroked her cheek. “Do you want to go inside where it's warm?"
    She chuckled. “I'd prefer to stay where I am. Besides, I don't feel anything but the heat between us."
    He grinned, a feral baring of his sharp, white teeth. “Yeah, I know that feeling."
    Soon she'd have to tell him why she knew so much about him, why the wolf recognised her. She combed her fingers through his