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I felt like I had to explain. “It’s just part of being Lycan. We have an extra part?—”

“And that part has a shit-ton of baby juice in there. Give it a second. It’ll go away,” he assured her as if she was just complaining about something intensely trivial. “I hope,” he added.

Her eyes widened, and I kissed her forehead, chuckling. “It’ll go away. Relax. Besides, it gives us time to bask in your beauty.”

“Oh, you’re not even close to charming me about what just happened. A belting is far from a fancy dinner. Ry—cut it out,” she reached down and slapped his thigh since he had begun to slowly continue thrusting inside of her.

He grinned and said in her ear, “Come on, baby. We both know you want more.”

“I feel like you’ve left it all on the field,” she monotoned, then looked at me, like I had the power to put a leash on that animal.

“Ry,” I said, trying to look at him in a way that told him, without saying anything, that he ought to get serious before she actually started to get upset.

He rolled his eyes and stopped thrusting, his attitude more of a kid who was told to put down his video game and start cleaning the garage. I didn’t think he was kidding about a round two now.

I pressed my lips against hers and slowly pulled out of her. Come immediately flooded down her thighs, and she opened her mouth to the sensation of my cock withdrawing. “You deserve to take it easy for the rest of the day.”

“Get real. I just got kidnapped and had to escape those fucks. I’m following you around like a fucking shadow today. Nice try,” she replied, like it was my inclination to pawn her off on someone else as soon as possible.

I furrowed my brow. “You know I would spend much more time with you if my life wasn’t crashing around my ears.”

She narrowed her long eyelashes at me. “A week ago, you tried to put me on a flight to San Francisco. So excuse me if I seem a little skeptical there. Not to mention you forget that my life is a little bit different as well.” She looked over her shoulder again, added, “Like how I have a werewolf up my asshole who won’t pullout.”

“Fuck, fine,” Ry said, beginning to move his hips to pull his cock out of her.

Her eyes rounded with immediate discomfort. “Stop!” she squeaked, slapping his thigh again. “That fucking hurts!”

He stilled his hips and gave me a look that clearly said, ‘You see this shit? I’m gonna get blamed for everything today, and I’d like that fact acknowledged.’

I didn’t feel a lot of sympathy for him; last night when we’d discussed this morning, he’d quickly jumped on being the one to take her ass and wouldn’t really get off of the idea even though Ihad pointed out that his dick might be too big for the job. Which wasn’t something I ever thought I’d admit aloud.

“Think untight thoughts, then,” Ry told her, his smartass grin back on his face.

I looked at the clock and swore. “I missed a work appointment,” I grumbled.

That wasn’t me. I didn’t fucking miss appointments. I didn’t not return phone calls. I didn’t do my work half-assed.

“Oh, no. Not anappointment,” Kaci deadpanned.

I raised my eyebrow at her and then grinned. “Alright, maybe today I actually preferred what I was doing.”

“Wait—wait—you like work? Like… youlikeit?” Kaci asked, stretching her hand out on her hip. She scrunched her nose. “Nerd,” she teased.

“Who says you have to hate your job?” I asked defensively. Although honestly a lot of people believed that. I was constantly surrounded by them.

“Everyone. Ry, you like your job?” she asked, glancing over her shoulder, seeming very confident of being able to use him as an example.

“Nope,” Ry replied succinctly. “My job is to be an asshole all day.”

“That’s not the part you hate,” I argued.

“Yeah, that’s the part he does naturally,” Kaci added casually.

Ry growled, wrapped her hair quickly around his fist, and pinned her down to the mattress, pushing his cock deep into herass as she whined, but without any heat to it; not quite serious. We had both been far more aggressive with her in bed, but she hadn’t seemed to mind. She seemed to like it rough.Veryrough.

That was good because that was the only type of fucking we offered. We weren’t scented-candles-and-rose-petals types of guys.

“Ow! Fuck!” she yelped when Ry finally pulled out of her and then slapped her hard on her red ass while he got up.