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“I love you,” he grinds out.
An orgasm is close behind, but Elliot doesn’t stop until he’s certain I’m finished, and I can’t help but call his name as I make a mess of his new bed.
The wave lasts longer than usual, and he holds me tight, covering me as he continues to work every last ounce of pleasure from between my legs.
When it’s over, and my arms and legs are nothing but noodles, I glance back to find him watching me, eyes hooded, breath shallow.
His gaze darkens as he pulls free, collecting the toy so he can watch his cum slip out of me. I know the wolf is at the front when he growls low, mouth drooling, and scrapes his thumb through my tender flesh, sweeping up the thick stream of white and pushing it from my ass into my pussy.
“Mine,” the wolf declares before spreading me wide and licking up the remnants.
I moan as he settles in to enjoy his favorite meal.
“Yes, baby,” I murmur into the pillows. “It’s yours. All yours.”
