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He pinched and rolled her nipples, her gasp of pleasure making him hard again.
 
Nipping her neck, he continued to pleasure her breasts as his cock grew and filled her again. He was surprised she hadn’t made a comment about a lack of condom, but it seemed she was too distracted to notice. His wolf senses told him she was clean, and wolves didn’t get diseases like humans did.

Celeste braced her weight on her knees and slightly lifted her body only to slide back down on his cock again.

“God baby, that feels good,” he groaned.

Bracing her hands on his legs, she rode him, making herself mindless with pleasure.
 

“Rub your clit.”

Reaching between her legs, she rubbed her clit, riding him hard.
 
Her legs began to tremble as her body tensed, straining for release. The pleasure was so intense she didn’t think she could stand it another moment. As she came, she slammed herself down on his cock, taking him all the way inside of her.
 
When she started to remove her hand from between her legs, his voice stopped her.

“Keep rubbing it.”

She whimpered, but did as he said, grinding down on him.
 
Suddenly, she withdrew.
 

As his cock slid free of her, he wondered what she was up to.
 
Before he could ask, he felt her ass pushing down on his cock.

Leaving her breasts alone, he gathered some of her cream and liberally coated her rosette. His cock was still slick from their combined juices. His hands palmed her ass cheeks apart, allowing her to slide down.
 
As his cock popped through the ring of muscle and slid into the snug passage of her ass, he stifled a groan.
 
He helped guide her down, slowly, until he was all the way inside of her.

Celeste wiggled her hips, drawing a hiss from Connor.
 
Reaching around, she grasped his hands.
 
She brought them around her waist and down between her legs.

Connor pinched her clit while he slid two fingers inside of her pussy.
 

Celeste ground against his cock.
 
Lifting herself slightly, she slid back down slow at first, then hard and fast.
 
Reaching back, she wrapped her hand around his neck, her head rested on his chest.

While Connor fucked her pussy with his fingers, she rode his cock, her ass slamming down on him.
 
Using her free hand, she reached between her legs and caressed his hands, feeling her juices on his skin.

Connor grabbed her hand and pressed her fingers down on her clit.
 

She fluttered her fingers over her clit, pumping against him.
 
Just when she thought she couldn’t feel more pleasure, he cupped one of her breasts and played with her nipple.
 
The sensitive peak shot spirals of pleasure down to her pussy.
 
With a cry, she came hard.

Slipping his fingers from her pussy, he gripped her waist and pushed her forward onto her knees.
 
Holding her ass cheeks apart, he watched as his cock slid in and out of her.
 

He thrust faster and harder until he couldn’t hold on any longer.
 
As he fucked her hard, he came in her ass.
 
Thrusting into her all the way, he ground himself against her, his cock still throbbing.

Connor had never met anyone like Celeste before.
 
He couldn’t have been more pleased that she was his destined mate.

Chapter Four

Spent, they collapsed to the bed.
 
Connor pulled Celeste into his arms and pressed her head against his chest.
 

“That was … I don’t even think there’s a word to describe it,” she murmured.

Connor tightened his arms around her. “I know what you mean.
 
That was the most incredible thing I’ve ever experienced.”

Celeste lifted her head and looked at him uncertainly.
 
“Just so you know I don’t normally sleep with men I’ve just met. I certainly don’t… well, do the things we’ve done.”

He grinned at her. “I already figured that out.”

She looked away.
 
“Truth is there have only been a few men in my life.”

Connor knew his heart was thumping loud enough for her to hear it.
 
He wasn’t sure he wanted to hear about the men she’d had her in life, but at the same time he did.
 
Morbid curiosity he figured.

“The last man was my fiancé.”

Connor looked down at her in surprise.
 
“Fiancé?”

Celeste nodded.
 
“He… he was killed in a car crash about four months ago.”

Connor kissed the top of her head. “So that’s why you were crying.”

“I was crying not just for him, but because I felt guilty.”

“Guilty? About what?”

“Wanting you.”

He wanted to tell her she didn’t have anything to feel guilty about, but it was still too soon to tell her she belonged to him.
 
He looked down at the mark he’d left on her neck.
 
The slightly red crescent moon marked her as his.

“Connor?”

“Hmm?”

“Would you take a shower with me?”

He grinned.
 
“Sure baby, I’d love to take a shower with you.”

Celeste untangled herself from his embrace and rolled out of the bed.
 
Walking slowly to the bathroom, she turned on the light.
 
When she didn’t feel Connor behind her, she looked over her shoulder.
 
He was lying in the bed watching her.

“Aren’t you coming?”

“I was just enjoying the view,” he said softly.

A blush stained her cheeks and she ducked into the bathroom.
 
Turning on the shower, she held her hand under the spray to test the water.
 
When it was warm enough, she stepped under the water.

The water sluiced over her body, washing away the sweat from her round of love-making with Connor.

Celeste paused.
 
Love-making?
 
Was it more than just sex?

Before she could think about it any further, Connor stepped into the shower and joined her.
 
He ran his hands through her long hair and down her arms.
 
Grasping her hands in his, he brought them up to his lips and gently kissed the backs of her fingers.
 

“Have I told you how amazing you are?” he asked.

She blushed and ducked her head. “Am I?”

He tipped her chin up and looked down into her eyes. “Yes, you are.”
 
He pressed a quick kiss to her lips. “You know, I don’t usually just jump into bed with someone either.”

“You don’t?”

He grinned. “No, I don’t.
 
For me, it has to mean something.”

“Oh?” she asked a little breathlessly.

“Yeah.”

“And it meant something?
 
With me?”

He caressed her cheek.
 
“It especially meant something with you.”

“But you don’t even know me.”

“I know enough.
 
I know you’re a generous lover, have a kind soul, and that you’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.”

“But that isn’t enough to…”

“Yes, Celeste, it is.
 
Didn’t you feel it?”

“Feel what?” she asked softly.

“That we belong together?”

Her eyes widened and she tried to pull away.

Connor gripped her hand tighter. “Celeste, I don’t want to scare you, I just want to be honest.”

“You can’t feel that way about me. You just met me!”

“Don’t you believe in love at first sight?”

She shook her head.
 
“That only happens in fairy tales.”

“And you don’t believe in fairy tales?”

“Not anymore,” she whispered.

Connor’s chest felt like it was being crushed.
 
He had arrived too late.
 
He’d marked her, but she wasn’t truly his.
 
She still lived in the past, with her beloved fiancé.
 
How could he compete with a dead man?

“Turn around and I’ll wash your back,” he said, feeling defeated.

Celeste gave him a long look before turning and giving him her back.
 
She didn’t know what to make of him.
 
Could he be serious?
 
Did he really think he’d fallen in love with her so quickly?

She bit her lip as his hands massaged her neck and shoulders. Then again, she
had
just been contemplating whether or not they’d had sex or made love.
 
Maybe he wasn’t so crazy after all.
 
Or if he was, she was just as crazy.

Deciding not to think of it anymore, she gave herself up to the wonderful sensation of Connor’s hands massaging her body.

“I’m sorry if what I said bothered you,” he said softly in her ear.

She shook her head. “You don’t have anything to be sorry for.”

“Yes, I do.
 
I scared you.”

She turned and lifted her hands to his shoulders. “No, not really.
 
I mean, maybe a little, but you were only saying what I had been thinking before you got in the shower.”

“You were thinking you loved me?”

She bit her lip and stared at his chest. Her eyes flicked back up to his. “I was thinking that what we had shared was more than sex, that it was making love.”

He cupped her cheek in his hand. “It was definitely more than just sex.”

“I don’t understand any of it though.
 
I’ve never felt this way before.”

He studied her a moment.
 
“You’re my soul mate.
 
I knew it the moment I saw you.”

“How could you be so sure?”

“If I show you something, will you promise to keep an open mind?
 
Promise not to freak out?”

She looked at him hesitantly.
 
What could he possibly show her?

Finally, she nodded.

Stepping back from Celeste, Connor shifted.
 
In a cloud of mist, he changed from human to wolf.
 
He watched as her eyes went wide, her mouth opened as if to scream.
 
The mist formed around his body again as he shifted back into his human form.

“You’re… you’re… you’re…” she babbled.

“A werewolf,” he supplied.

She shook her head, her eyes still large as saucers in her face.
 
“That’s not possible.”

“I’m afraid it is.”

“But…werewolves don’t exist.”

He laughed harshly. “I’m afraid they do, and I’m not the only one.”

Her breath caught in her throat.
 
“The howling in the woods…”

He nodded. “My pack.”

“Pack?” she squeaked.
 
“But… you were hurt!”

“They attacked me.”

“Why?”

“For disobeying the alpha.
 
He wanted me to mate with his sister.
 
I told him no.”

“Why would you do that?”

“Because of you.
 
I caught your scent a few days ago.
 
I’ve been tracking you ever since.”

She squeaked again.
 
She seemed incapable of speech.
 
Her mouth opened, but she couldn’t get a single word out.

“I wanted to find you because I knew you were my destined mate.
 
You were meant for me,” he said softly.

“I don’t understand.”

“We mate for life.”

“You mean like a marriage?” she asked hesitantly, the shock starting to wear off.
 
Werewolves actually existed!

“Something like that.”

“And you and I are meant to be together?” she asked.

He took a step closer to her, encouraged when she didn’t back away or flinch. “Yes.”

“Is that why…” she blushed.

“Why what?”

“Why it was so wonderful between us?
 
Why I didn’t hesitate to let you do things no one has ever done to me before?”

He grinned. “Yeah, that’s why.”

She took a breath and held it a moment.
 
Her mind was spinning! There was just too much to take in, too much to dissect.

“I think I need a minute,” she said.

He nodded. “I can understand that, but there’s something you should know.”

“What?” she asked, her eyes going back to his.

“My pack… they’ll be looking for me.
 
Even worse, they’ll be looking for you.
 
The alpha thinks if you’re out of the picture then I’ll get back in line.”

A shudder racked her body. “What will they do to me?”

“I’m not going to let them do anything to you.
 
Hopefully he’ll see you’re marked as mine and he’ll back down.”

“Marked?”

He caressed the small crescent shape on her neck.

“You marked me?” she asked, her eyes going wide.

“I didn’t have a choice.
 
I would have preferred to take my time getting to know you and eventually have asked your permission, but I know they’re on their way here.”

“What exactly does the mark mean?”

“It means you’re my mate.
 
It means you’re off limits to all other werewolves.
 
And most importantly, it means I’m not available to mate with anyone else.”

Celeste found it hard to breathe.
 
She had a werewolf pack after her and she’d been marked as Connor’s mate without him even asking.
 
She was furious and frightened at the same time.
 
Even worse, she wasn’t sure she was angry for the right reasons.
 
It didn’t bother her to be tied to Connor.
 
It only bothered her that he had taken matters into his hands without giving her an option.