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I could feel the warmth of his body seeping into my clothes, his hard cock digging into my lower back. Hardin breathes along my neck, his hot breath instantly making me shiver. Goosebumps pimple my arms, I felt my nipples tingle a little as my entire body awakens to his tempting touch.

Fuck. I thought, knowing I have no hope in denying him. Not when he's so close, so inviting and goddamn sinfully sexy.

"This won't fix anything." I gulp, not entirely sure what I want him to do right now.

Instead of responding, Hardin nips at the bite. I hold back the grunt of surprise that threatens to escape, my entire body stiffening for a brief moment as heat envelops my cheeks and neck. Hardin didn't stop there, he teases the bite with kisses, his tongue tickling the scar of our bonding before nipping my flesh. It draws a sting, and yet it takes my breath for a second, the fight in me fading as my body relaxes against him.

My thoughts turn to mush within six seconds, loosing focus on why I'm even angry at him. I felt him removing my jeans, and like an addict on a high I stand there unable to focus past his touch.

His hand slips between my bare thighs, travelling the distance from my knee, to my bare pussy. I gasp, instinctively pressing myself against his fingers as he teases me. His mouth slowly kissing up my body, over the curve of my ass and up the centre of my spine, I felt light headed. His fingers tease me below, our bodies pressed so tightly together I could swear his thick hardness is throbbing as he presses himself slightly between my ass cheeks.

My head rolls back, and I sigh softly in pleasure, my hand resting on his forearm.

"Turn around." He orders, voice low, husky with anger.

My body obeys, and he removes my sports bra, my full perky boobs bouncing a little with the movement. Hardin didn't waste time, his wet tongue lapping at my supple skin, kissing me, teasing me. My chest, my nipples, my stomach, until he reaches his destination and he knows there's zero argument from me.

He kneels before me, silver eyes staring up at me as he devours me. Hitching my leg over his shoulder to give him all the access he craves, I lean on him for balance as my body falls weak under his dominant desires.

After what feels like seconds, my legs shake and my stomach clenches, waves of pleasure rocking through me. I grip his hair, trying to push him further against my pussy as gently cries escape me, needing more, wanting more.

Hardin didn't need to be told twice. All gentleness vanishing the second he deems me ready.

Tossing me on the bed roughly, he flips me over onto my back and spreads my legs. Crawling between my parted thighs, Hardin centres himself at my opening, without warning he thrusts himself into me.

I stiffen, Hardin's hand presses against my stomach to keep me in place. His second thrust is indescribable, it takes my breath momentarily. With anger and the need to make me his still strong, Hardin is rough with me, and at first I didn't complain. I couldn't, I basked in the undivided attention, in the pure raw sensation of him taking control of my body.

At first, it felt fucking amazing.

The second round was just as good. Until I realised that he has no intention of slowing down, and no intention of being gentle. My pussy began to ache, and yet throb for him every time he pulled out. A desire to be devoured fills me, insensible hunger for more, even if I know it's going to hurt after. I couldn't help myself, I felt the restraints of morals leave my mind as I thrust back against his cock.

He takes me in doggy style, not my favourite position but it gives Hardin full control of where he wants me.

The fact that Hardin doesn't hold back in his pleasure, pleases me greatly. The sheets muffling my cries and moans, my knuckles white as I grip a pillow, my body rocking with every hard thrust that pounds against me.

Hardin suddenly pulls out of me, I knew he'd pulled back completely because I felt like I'd been split wide open. It lasted seconds.

He flips me onto my back, except this time I don't let him pin me down so he can brutally fuck my brains out. This time, I wrap my legs around his waist as he enters me, drawing him closer. Placing my arm around the back of his neck, I drag him down, my face into his neck and my breathing hard. Using my legs, I pull him closer and lift my hips, rocking myself against him like a fucking pornstar.

"Fucking hell." Hardin groans into my neck, his skin just as red and flushed as my own.

"You like that?" I breath heavily, tilting my head back and balancing my other arm on the bed, allowing me more hip movement.

"Don't fucking stop." Hardin breathes, his mouth on my bite as he clamps his teeth into my flesh.

My pussy instantly clenches around his huge cock, and I felt Hardin stiffen as he moans into my ear, our movements slowing slightly as warm liquid fills me from within. I didn't need any words to tell me that this is driving him fucking nuts.

As wolves we tend to have very high stamina, meaning Hardin is capable of going multiple rounds of orgasm without beginning to tire.

I wasn't surprised when he pulls away, and I fall into the mattress, exhausted beyond belief. Hardin wasn't done, no...he wanted more.

Turning me on my side, he lays behind me and lifts my leg over his. Knowing what he wants, I press myself against him and inhale sharply as he thrusts into me.

He gave me no mercy.

~ SEX SCENE OVER ~

The tickling sensation of someone playing with my hair wakes me up. A familiar hand caressing the side of my face, and my neck.

"Stop." I whisper, my voice croaky and a little raw.

He brought me up here yesterday afternoon, and kept me awake long into the night. To say that I'm exhausted is the understatement of the century.

Pushing away his hand, I ignore the aching protest of my body and sit up, grabbing a sheet off the bed to cover myself as I stand up.

"Where are you going?" Hardin grumbles, his voice still husky with sleep.

Choosing to ignore him, I head over to the shower and drop the sheet on the floor. Turning on the water, I step under the heat and close my eyes.

"What's wrong?" I heard Hardin ask me, his presence right behind me as he takes the opportunity to invade my shower time.

"Do you think that what just happened makes up for everything?" I felt my voice crack a little, and I hated that I felt so vulnerable because of one female.

"Kali, I swear to you nothing happened-"

"Why did you lie to me?" I whisper, slowly turning around to face him. Without anger this time, only hurt, and sadness.

Hardin's silver gaze softens. "I haven't lied to you, baby."

"She told me Hardin, she said you were taking her for breakfast in the city. Why would you do that?" I sniffle, trying to hold back my emotions.

"Kali I swear to you, we had breakfast but it was on the way back, she said she was hungry and that was the first I'd heard of it." Hardin's voice is honest, his eyes like an open book.

I glance over his features with glassy eyes, the shower running down my back and keeping me warm.

"You kept me out of your head, you still are." I whisper.

"The only reason I've been shutting you out is because I've been planning something, for us." He shakes his head slightly, furrowing his dark eyebrows like he can't believe I'm even believing my own thoughts.

I wanted to believe him, and I know I should. But I couldn't forget all the things she'd said, the little comments about how he wouldn't be back to make the meeting, the comment on me being her upgrade when we first met.

"I want to see." I decide, feeling horrible but at the same time...I needed the reassurance.

I thought Hardin would make a comment about me not trusting him, but instead he simply closes his eyes and drops the veil. I enter his memories, the truth of his words showing as I relive every second he's spent with her since she arrived.

"I'm sorry." I immediately apologise.

While the issue of treating me like a Luna still stands, I know I shouldn't have let the stupid ex get to me. I should have trusted Hardin.

"I spent two years with her, Kali...and I never once showed her the intimacy and love, that I do you. She means absolutely nothing to me...I chose you, I love you." Hardin murmurs, wrapping his arms around my shoulders and pulling me against his chest.

Burying my face into him, I hold onto him and feel myself begin to feel lighter, the weight of emotional stress and worry lifting off of me.

"You're the first person I've ever wanted for myself, to wholeheartedly love and cherish." He whispers softly.

I felt warm, and loved, and even though I still deeply dislike the idea of Lorelei being here, having Hardin's complete reassurance makes me worry a whole lot less.

"You put your thumb in my butt." I mutter in realisation, frowning as I look up at him.

Hardin stares at me with a growing smirk, eyes sparkling. Is he really not bothered?

"Figured you'd enjoy it." He says, kissing my forehead adoringly.

I let out a small sigh of content.

"Have you done it before?" I found myself asking, merely curious to see if he's done those things with other females.

Hardin smiles slightly at my question. "No."

"Just so we're clear, a thumb is as far as we go in that area." I tell him sternly, not exactly thrilled with the idea of having anything up my backside.

"Duly noted." Hardin kisses my temple, before releasing me from his arms and grabbing the shampoo.

"Turn around." He says, and I do as he commands knowing he likes doing this, taking care of me. Personally it feels good to have a head massage in the comfort of our bedroom.

This doesn't put us on the same page, not by far. But right now I'm just happy knowing Lorelei doesn't stand a chance with him. I don't like that she's here, and I'll probably continue arguing with Hardin about her being here, but at least I know Hardin isn't going anywhere.