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  Discretely, she watched Marrok. Without the constant threat of being recaptured, she could be

  free to stay and explore this attraction between them. At least, until he met his mate. When that day came, she would be out of the picture immediately, even if he didn't wish it to be so. Living in the pack, she'd already seen how powerful it was. There wasn't a force stronger than the bond, nothing that could stand in between two mates. Her heart ached in response.

  While she was still deadened to the pain of leaving Marrok, she needed to make her move now.

  Time was running out. In his arms, she could feel fully. It was time to enjoy what fate was allowing her to have, at least for a little while.

  Taylor could tell the moment he sensed the change in her mood. His eyes were heavy-lidded as

  he stared at her, his body tensing with anticipation. Still, he made no move in her direction.

  She pushed her plate to the side and sat up on her knees. Clasping her trembling hands together in her lap, she met his gaze. “You said you wanted me to come to you, Marrok. Well, this is me coming to you. Will you accept me?” Her breath hitched as she waited for his answer.

  He reached out with his powerful arms and pulled her across his lap. Her hands intertwined

  around his neck, seemingly of their own will. Marrok lowered his face until his lips were only inches away. “Are you sure about this, Taylor? I won't have the strength to stop, not once we start. I've waited too long to have you.”

  “Marrok,” she replied softly, enjoying the sound of his name on her lips. Her heart was racing in excitement, making her sound breathless. “I've never wanted anything more than I want this.” Her shyness left her as she realized how true it was. With her last inhibition broken, there was nothing between them but pure, sweet lust.

  Her eyelids slid closed as her lips met his. There was no way to know who kissed who. The

  passion between them erupted into a raging fire, beyond control. Everything faded, as lust and need engulfed her body at the first swipe of his tongue against hers.

  Marrok's hands were everywhere, removing her shirt and unbuttoning her jeans while his mouth

  kept her occupied. He couldn't get her clothing off fast enough. Taylor moaned, wanting and needing the satisfaction that only he could bring.

  Her hands slid down to the buttons on his shirt, fumbling to get them open. He growled as her

  fingertips grazed against the flesh underneath. Just the simplest of her touches seemed to drive him wild. His fingers moved up to replace hers. He pulled away from her lips and growled, “I'll get them. I don't want you to do anything but lie back and enjoy this.”

  “I want to touch you, too,” she said softly.

  He shook his head, his expression firm as he threw his shirt to the side. “Not this time. I don't have the control. I'm fighting like hell to take it nice and slow with you now. One good touch from you, and it's all over with.”

  Pure, unadulterated lust shot through her at his words. His desire for her excited her in ways she never dreamed of. He stood up and unbuttoned his jeans. Her blood pounded through her so forcefully she thought she'd pass out from excitement.

  He shoved his jeans down to his ankles before stepping out of them. His dick bobbed enticingly in front of her, throbbing with need. It burnt through her as well. Quickly she reached out and wrapped her hand around his shaft, her fingertips unable to meet around his width.

  “Oh well, taking it slow is overrated,” she replied, her voice nearly unrecognizable with its

  throaty tone. “I've waited years for this moment, and I'll be damned if I have to wait another minute.

  Make love to me, Marrok. I need you in me now.”

  He growled in response to the naked longing in her voice. Dropping to his knees, he quickly

  pulled her clothing off. His heated gaze moved over her body as he said deeply, “You're so fucking beautiful, Taylor.” Stopping at the area between her legs, his voice thickened. “I can't wait to bury myself up in this gorgeous pussy of yours. Lay back and spread your legs. I want to taste you.”

  She obeyed him willingly, lost in the magic of his seduction. The blanket and underlying grass was soft underneath her. The heat of the air was nothing compared to the heat of her body. Her legs trembled as she slowly spread them to his hungry eyes.

  He inhaled deeply, lowering his massive frame down until his face was between her thighs. His

  fingers brushed against her nether lips, his air hot as he darted his tongue into her slick folds. Marrok moaned immediately at her taste, going deeper with the next swipe of his tongue. “I could lick you for hours,” he said, tantalizing her with the thought. “And one day, very soon, I'm going to. Right now, though, I'm going to show you how quick your sweet, responsive body can orgasm for me.”

  The sight of Marrok's powerful body spread out in front of her, while he pleasured her orally, was erotic. He pulled her legs over his broad shoulders, his tongue moving against her clit with just the right pressure. Her hands slid into his long, soft hair as her eyes closed.

  Pleasure spiraled throughout her body, originating from the area where his tongue flicked

  against her. Her passage clenched and throbbed, increasing in intensity with every thrust of his tongue.

  “Marrok,” she sighed out, his name a plea on her lips. “Oh, please, don't ever stop.”

  He groaned against her clit. “This is only the beginning, baby.” Gently, he slid his finger into her clenching depths. With a few perfectly timed thrusts of his tongue, he brought her to orgasm, her body writhing on the blanket as she screamed out his name.

  Her first orgasm was unlike anything she'd ever experienced before. The pleasure was addictive, making her crave more, even while her body was still riding the high. “Now, Marrok,” she panted out, lost in the sensations he created within her. “Fuck me, now.”

  * * * * *

  Marrok eased between her legs, the wetness of her pleasure still saturating his lips and chin. His lust for her was out of control, surpassing anything he'd ever experienced before in his long life. Sliding the head of his cock through her wet slit, he groaned deeply. She was hot and wet, her body fully prepared for his extra-large cock.

  His mate had finally made her play for him, and he was damned well ready for it. He'd already

  decided he wouldn't push her for forever this time. Once he bedded her a few times, he felt confident the bond between them would pave the way. When it did, she would be more than amendable to

  something permanent. The same supernatural forces working on him were working on Taylor as well, and it was explosive.

  Marrok pressed inside of her restless, straining body. “You're so fucking tight,” he groaned out, mindless with need. The pleasures he'd experienced in the past paled in comparison to being inside of his mate. The heat between them was indescribable. Her passage clenched him, still contracting from the throes of her orgasm. “If you weren't so wet, I'd never be able to get inside of you.”

  He stared at Taylor, amazed again at how beautiful she was... And how right she looked

  underneath him. Her long, blonde hair was braided down her back. Some wisps had escaped the loose confines from the ride and their sex play, teasing her chin and neckline. Her skin was flawless, her lips full and plump.

  He shoved the blanket out of the way and dug his hand into the ground as he fought for control.

  The ground broke at the force of his fingers digging into the hard dirt as he worked more of himself into her. She was impossibly tight, her body unused to a dick of his size. “Never have I felt anything better.”

  “You feel so good inside of me,” Taylor moaned out, raising her hips as her body begged him

  for more. Her hands slid down to his muscled cheeks as she tried to pull him deeper. “More,” she demanded. “Give me everything you have.”

  His control snapped at her words. He pushed in deeper, his body yearning to pump hard and

 
deep. An obstruction brought him to an immediate halt as he stared down at her in shock. “You're a virgin?”

  “It doesn't matter, Marrok,” she groaned, her eyes shut as moved underneath him. “Finish this.”

  He was honored and humbled to discover his mate was a virgin, not to mention relieved that she had escaped that particular kind of horror in the research facility. The feelings he had for her overwhelmed him, his determination not to claim her fleeing in the face of being inside of her.

  “Look at me,” he said, his voice deep and rough. Her blue eyes met his, dreamy from his

  sensual onslaught. It was an emotional and awe-inspiring moment for him, with his body partially buried into hers as he promised her forever. “You're mine, Taylor,” he continued seriously. “No matter what happens, from this day forward, you will always be mine. Always and forever.”

  He didn't wait for her to reply, not wanting to give her time to rebuke his claim. Taylor was

  skittish, scared after the horrors she'd went through. He couldn't let her use that as a reason to push him away, though. Ivan was right. He had to take control of this. His mate needed his strength, needed the reassurance, even if she didn't realize it, yet. His words would bind them, even without her response.

  The wolf inside of him felt relieved. Finally, after all these years, the connection was solidified.

  Marrok trembled, struggling for control as she contracted deep within. “And I'm yours as well.

  There will never be another woman for me but you. All that I am, and all that I will ever be, belongs to you now, Taylor. Sil n'zhoo, now and forever.” He told her he loved her in his native language, his voice thick with emotion.

  The demands of his body increased, his control finally broken. Fire burned through his veins,

  his body and mind seeking only one thing. Fulfillment. He smiled down at her, his powerful hips pumping gently. “Now I'm going to show you the benefits of being mine.”

  “God, yes,” she groaned out, her nails digging into his muscular cheeks.

  He leaned over and took her lips greedily before pumping deep. Her body stiffened as he slid all the way in, right to the mouth of her womb, before stilling to allow her body to adjust. He kissed her with every bit of pent-up passion he had stored in him, determined to make his possession as

  pleasurable as possible.

  She tore away from his mouth, arching up against him. “I'm okay,” she told him, breathlessly.

  “Don't stop. I never dreamed it could be like this. Finish it, Marrok.”

  Raising up on his palms, he set a steady pace. Taylor was swollen, her passage engorged. Once

  they were done, it would be days before she could take his size again. He wanted to make this

  incredible pleasure last as long as possible, but his body had other ideas.

  His tempo increased, encouraged by the mewling sounds of pleasure underneath him. He

  groaned, his cock twitching deep inside of her. Her passage drenched him, quivering as she neared completion. “That's it, baby,” he coaxed, wanting to soar with her at the same time. “I want to feel you orgasm while I'm deep inside of you, pouring my heat into this hot puss.”

  “Yes,” she groaned out, her voice rising in pitch. “Now, Marrok, now.”

  He pumped even faster, releasing the tight hold he had on the load of semen burning inside of

  his cock. It exploded out of him in a rush, quickly soaking her insides. He saw stars from the sheer bliss, his orgasm unlike anything he'd ever experienced before.

  Marrok kissed her passionately, while their bodies came down gently from the overpowering

  high they'd just experienced.

  Taylor opened her eyes, smiling up at him. Her expression was relaxed and peaceful, her cheeks pink. He smoothed her hair away from her forehead with his large hand before pressing a kiss against the smooth surface.

  Slowly, he began to pull out. Now that the pleasure was over, he was sure her body was feeling the effects of his claiming. She tightened involuntarily when he eased his large head past her tender opening.

  “Sorry,” he muttered, but he couldn't hide his smug smile of pleasure. Her body was completely his, having known no other man but him. He couldn't help the possessiveness and pride he felt inside.

  Her virgin blood was smeared across her inner thighs, mixed with the seed of his release. Taylor was shy, and the sight of it would probably embarrass her. He stood up before reaching down to pick her up. Her blue eyes were focused on his still hardened shaft. She would soon learn that Marrok had a stamina beyond compare. “Let's take a swim,” he suggested, grinning as he lifted her easily.

  He walked to the edge of the clearing. A path led down to the rocky lakefront. “I can walk,”

  Taylor protested. “I don't want you to wear yourself out lugging me around.”

  Marrok laughed as he walked down the hill. “Baby, it would take a lot more than you to ever

  wear me out. At least, out of bed. As hot as you are, though, I have a feeling you're going to keep me pretty drained in it.”

  She blushed but laughed sheepishly. “With a temptation like you, there's no telling.” Her

  expression grew serious. “It's the only time I really feel human anymore.”

  At his curious look, she tried to explain. “For years, all I've felt is numb. Nothing affected me on a human level, although I would get a twinge deep inside that I should have certain feelings about things that no longer affected me. Even now, I'm still numb a lot. Except when I'm with you. With you, I can feel again.”

  “All the time?” he asked, trying to understand.

  She shook her head, her face flaming. “When I'm aroused,” she replied softly.

  He threw his head back and laughed. “Well, there is an easy solution to that.”

  “What's that?”

  “I'll just have to keep you aroused all the time. It's enough to nearly make me hate to see the mind-numbing go, though.”

  “Why?”

  He gave her an intense look as he walked into the water. Her body responded to the heat in his eyes, despite the draining sex they'd just had. He grinned wryly before saying, “Because once it's gone I won't have an excuse to keep you horny.”

  With that, Marrok stepped into a deep area of the river, drenching them both.

  * * * * *

  The sun was low in the sky when Taylor noticed how late it was growing. The water had a

  slight chill to it, despite the heat of the air. The earth knew fall was coming, even if it didn't feel like it outside of the water.

  Marrok was swimming laps across the water, his muscular body taking him back and forth

  quickly. Already the burn of her arousal had faded, leaving the empty feeling behind. In the distance, he waved at her, before disappearing underwater.

  A minute went by, then another, but still he didn't resurface. “Marrok?” she called hesitantly, wrapping her hands across her breasts. The surface of the water was flat and undisturbed, at complete odds with the racing of her heart.

  Spinning in a circle, she looked for him. He popped up, nearly all the way across the river.

  Taylor stared at him with shock, amazed that he'd made it so far without breaking the surface for air.

  “I'll be back in a moment,” he called out. She frowned as she heard him easily. His voice was as loud and clear as it would have been had he stood next to her.

  Taylor lowered herself down into the water, deep in thought, as she watched him swim back.

  Despite their passionate lovemaking, Marrok was full of energy. He wasn't the type of man that would ever tire easily. The wolf inside of him would never allow that. Her body trembled, remembering the bliss she had found in his arms.

  He'd told her that he was hers. It had been an incredible moment, adding to the sensual spell he weaved unconsciously around her. In his arms, with his body buried within hers, she'd been tempted to throw caution to the wind and accept it all. Taylor coul
dn't, though.

  Her fate wasn't to land this incredible man. Somewhere out there was his mate, a woman that

  would day take her rightful place at his side. It was incredibly hard for her to live in the moment, knowing the man she loved would one day live for, and love, another woman. Taylor was nothing more than a pit stop, and the knowledge cut her deeply. It was a chilling thought, one that had no place in the beauty of their day.

  She was sore in places she'd never been sore before, leaving her stiff and slightly

  uncomfortable. Marrok stopped next to her, his hair wet and slick against his attractive, exotic features.

  Pulling her to him, he kissed her deeply. “As much as I hate to, we need to head back.”

  “I know,” she replied, softly. The afternoon had been idyllic, completely peaceful and perfect.

  She hated to see it end, but knew it would have to sometime. The day had been surreal. It was a memory she'd treasure forever.

  She followed him back to their stuff. He dried her off with the blanket before doing the same

  himself. Her hair was still wet, but there was nothing she could do about it. It was too long to attempt to fix here. Marrok smiled at her as he helped her to redress and pack up the basket.

  They pulled out of the clearing as the sun began its slow descent. The air was ripe, heavily

  scented with the smell of fresh grass and pine. It was sealed in her memory forever. Here she'd lost her virginity and realized she was in love, happier than she could ever remember being.

  What they'd started that night so long ago was completed, surpassing even her wildest fantasies.

  It was a memory that would see her through the bleakest moments in the future. It was the one thing that nobody could take from her, not even Carlos. For a day, she'd felt wanted and needed, for the first time in her life.

  Seated on the back of his bike, she twisted her head for one last look as they left it far behind.