I step out from the alleyway just in time to catch her as she comes past.

She’s a vision.

Those tight, black leggings clinging to her sexy round hips, and that old shirt I gave her resurrected, embracing her full, round tits. Long bangs hanging sexily over one eye, and the rest of her wavy, reddish black hair bouncing around her shoulders. Her cherry lips part in surprise as she sees me, her eyes widen, and that’s all the encouragement I need.

I wrap my arms around her and draw her deep into the alleyway. I back her against the wall, she tilts her head up, and finally, our mouths meet in a union of angels and demons.

Christ,those lips are soft, pillowy, and they open under mine with a shiver. I slide my tongue in and when I find the tip of hers, I almost levitate. She’s all silk and velvet.

Soft, sweet moans escape her throat, and she clings to me like she needs me, like she’s been needing me all day. And I don’t hold back; I wrap her tight in my arms, feeling her sweet curves pressing into me. When I cup her ass in both hands, lifting, she bounces up, just like I hoped she would, and wraps her legs up, around my waist. She’s so tiny in my arms, yet so womanly. No longer the broken waif I rescued from the riverbank, but a sexy woman who knows exactly what she wants.

When I draw away, she whispers, “Beau, don’t stop,” in that sexy voice of hers and I dive right back in, kissing her deeper, deeper.

My cock swells for the tenth time that day, pressing against her warm core. And the sweet scent of her arousal filters up like nectar.

She wants me like I want her. The realization shudders through me, and my wolf growls deep in my throat—its sound of barely suppressed need.

Her fingers dig into the back of my neck and her kisses get hungrier, more demanding, her tongue darting into my mouth, dancing around mine.

If we don’t quit, we’re going to make a spectacle of ourselves out here.

Reluctantly, I draw back and let her sweet body slide down to the ground. She staggers a little. Her eyes flame pure emerald fire and her cheeks are flushed. I see her nipples are erect, stiff peaks beneath the fabric of my shirt. My desire is like a red mist. The world could fall away right now and I would see nothing but her.

“Let’s get home,” I say gruffly. Too keyed up to say anything else.

“Yes.” She nods quickly.

This time I don’t walk ahead of her, but I reach for her hand. She laces her fingers into mine. And what a feeling it is, those soft, delicate fingers almost lost in my big paw.

I force myself to go slow, to walk at the pace of her slender legs, although I yearn to pick her up and run with her.

There’s no rush, I tell my wolf. If she’s truly my mate, we have all the time in the world.

But every second feels like a torture.

At last, Bertha comes into view, on the far side of the cracked old parking lot. We were silent all the way, tension crackling like static between us. But now, she says, “we’re home,” in a breathy way, and those words wrap around my heart with hope.

When we get close, I sweep her up in my arms again and carry her up the steps and through the door.

I curse myself that the bed isn’t set up. Instead, I bring her over to the couch. It’s a comfy place to relax at least—I made sure of that when I installed it. The cushions are all soft and inviting.

I sit down and lean back so she’s straddling my lap, my curvy goddess, arching above me.

Desire and uncertainty are at war in her eyes, turning her irises stormy.

Slowly, I raise my hands and cup her lovely round tits through the fabric of the shirt, chafe those hard nipples with my thumbs.

She gives a little cry. She’s tightly wound. My cock surges, pressing at her core.

I unfasten the buttons on the shirt, like I’ve done a hundred times before—but now it’s embracing the sexy body of my little she-wolf.

Her bra is sweet, simple, and I make short work of it, pulling it down so her lovely breasts spring out.

But I barely glimpse her rose-bud nipples, before her hands fly up to cover them. I ease off, kiss her sweet cherry lips some more, until she relaxes.

“You don’t need to be shy with me, honey,” I growl into the side of her neck and she gives a little gasp.

It’s a sensitive spot, I can tell. I make a trail of kisses all the way down her neck, adding little nibbles here and there, and she sighs at each one. I move to the gorgeous hollow between her collarbones, then lower, lower toward her cleavage. When I finally reach her tits, she drops her hands and bares them for me, eagerly guiding her right nipple into my mouth.

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