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Now we'd been caught. I'd had two climaxes. I should have been satisfied. I truly had no more to give. Definitely no more space inside my overstretched pussy. But that kitty was purring for more of his cream.

Don't get me wrong, I was still uncomfortable. No, that wasn't the right word. This wasn't the pain I remembered from our wedding night. This was a deep, mind-altering stretch that made my breath catch and every muscle tense. It was like stepping into water a little too hot, that first shock before my body understood the heat wasn't going to hurt me.

I felt Gunnar's restraint in the tension of his arms, heard it in the rough drag of his breathing. I'd had two orgasms just being filled, but he hadn't actually fucked me. He hadn't thrust other than to get inside of me. My husband hadn't been satisfied. And that wouldn't do.

Again, there was the problem of space. Being that there was none left. He had nowhere to go but to pull out and thrust back inside of me. He wasn't going to move until I was ready. That certainty did more to relax me than any whispered reassurance could have.

I let out the breath I'd been holding. Little by little, the heavy heat of him eased. I tested the waters, clenching my inner muscles. There wasn't much give, but Gunnar shuddered at the small ripple of motion.

There it was. Not pain giving way to pleasure, exactly, but my body learning that it could make room for something I'd never imagined it could hold. The fullness was still intense, still edged with an ache, but now I wanted to know what it would feel like if he moved.

I clenched around him again.

His breath punched out against my neck.

I tightened around him once more, slower this time, fascinated by the way his entire body responded. His arms went rigid beside me. His stomach tightened against mine. His breath came faster, hot bursts against my skin, while the thick length buried inside me remained impossibly still.

He was holding himself back. For me. A growl rumbled through his chest.

"Gunnar."

"Give me a fucking minute."

"No." I curled my legs around him and pulled him closer. "Move."

A helpless sound broke from Gunnar's throat. And then he obeyed. The realization was almost as intoxicating as the first thrust of his body into mine.

He'd chased me. Hunted me through the woods and caught me when I'd run. He'd pinned me beneath him with all that strength, leaving me surrounded by him with nowhere to go. And now he was letting me lead.

Power rushed through me, hot and dizzying. I tightened my arms around him, holding on as he followed my command.

No one had ever trusted me like this.

No one had ever made me feel this powerful.

The pleasure built until I couldn't tell where it ended and I began. My whole body tightened, then shuddered against him, the force of it stealing the breath from my lungs. I arched into Gunnar, desperate to get closer even though there wasn't an inch of space left between us.

“Gunnar.”

I clung to him, fingers digging into his back as the sensation rolled through me again. It was almost too much. That exquisite edge where pleasure became an ache, where every nerve begged for relief even as I wanted the feeling to last forever.

His arms closed around me, holding me steady while the rest of me came apart. I buried my face against his neck, breathing in copper and peppermint, letting his weight and warmth remind me where I was. Who had me.

I was full of him, overwhelmed by him, and still I wanted closer. More of his warmth. More of his strength. More of the man who could bring me to the edge of myself and make me feel safe enough to fall.

“Don't stop,” I whispered.

His mouth brushed my temple. “I've got you.”

I knew he did. That was why I could let go.

I looked up into the dark silhouette of my husband's face. Through my ruined human sight, he was a hazy, shadow-draped figure in the moonlight, but my wolf saw him with beautiful clarity. I saw the brutal line of his jaw, the crooked bridge of his nose, and those fierce Alpha eyes looking up at me with absolute, reverent surrender.

My whole life, I had calculated every interaction, treated every person as a pawn, an enemy, or a shield. But here with Gunnar, ferocious possessiveness clawed its way up my throat. If anyone tried to come between us, if any pack, any Alpha, or my own mother tried to take him from me, I would end them without hesitation.

I planted my hands against Gunnar and shoved, using his surprise and momentum to roll us. The world tipped, and then he was flat on his back beneath me. Gunnar could have stopped me. We both knew it. He didn't.

He stared up at me, chest heaving, those massive hands settling on my hips without trying to take control. The sight of him beneath me—this enormous, dangerous man who had chased me through the woods, caught me, pinned me, and now willingly let me take the dominant position—sent another rush of power through my veins.