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"I didn't say that," Saint fires back with an amused grin, crossing his arms. It makes his hoodie ride up, just a tiny peek of that vine tattoo visible above his jeans.

"Might as well have," I grouse, tossing a few black pairs at him with duplicates. A wolf can never have too many black pairs. "Hold these," I demand, not seeing if he catches them all.

"Are you embarrassed, Artemis?" Saint coos, making me roll my eyes.

"No,I just prefer to be warned that my boyfriend is going to scandalize a poor shopkeeper. She doesn't need to know you like to rip my underwear or that you like it when I put the scraps between your teeth, either." I hum, tossing another few pairs at him, this time in his and Jay's favorite colors: red and orange.

Saint throws his head back, groaning before he says, "That's not fair, Tiny."

I just laugh at him, selecting an additional pair in a different size for my mountain’s birthday in a few months.

As quickly as I pick out my new lacy bits, we check out and leave the small boutique. The blanket of night has been pulled over the forest already, and as my butt lands in the front seat of Saint's Jeep, my stomach rumblesloudly.

"Pizza time?" Saint asks, chuckling. He then pulls out his phone to look up the shop’s number and place our order.

"Please!" I demand, locating my cheese curd from the brown bag from the market.

Saint places the order quickly and succinctly, laughing with the person on the other line like they know each other personally. Which, I guess, they might. My lack of interaction with most of the Pack is becoming annoying.

I rarely know who anyone is talking about if the boys discuss Pack drama or gossip at the Cabin.

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Foggy Windows

Saint and I picked up the pizza a few minutes ago. The pizza shop was packed as we stalked to the counter and back to the vehicle in barely five minutes, our order in tow.

Of course, that pizza is now in the back with the groceries.

And now, as Saint drives, one arm on the wheel and the other on my thigh, I think we should maybe pull over somewhere. Take a few extra minutes getting home.

Unbuckling my seatbelt, I lean over and quickly unbuckle his belt and jeans.

Saint chuckles and asks, "What are you doing, Tiny?"

"Having fun," I hum, tugging his pants down as much as I'm able to.

"I like fun," He mumbles, shifting his hips and pulling his boxers down, cock springing free.

"I knew you would," I reply, closing my mouth over the thick, hot tip. Sucking hard and bobbing my head while I wiggle my hips free of my leggings, I listen to Saint's heavy breathing. And then, the vehicle slows and jostles as we pull off the road. It feels almost like we're on a dirt road, and then the meager sun disappears.

Saint puts the Jeep in park, then lays the seat back, tugging me onto his lap. "Come here, Tiny, give me that pretty pussy."

"Say please," I hum, spitting on my fingertips before reaching between us, spreading the wetness around on the head of his cock.

"Pleasegive me that pretty pussy?" Saint croons, running his hands up and down my highs, gripping my hips.

"Good boy," I hum, lining us up, and then sinking down him, taking the full length in one go. Then, I start moving, craving that friction, the heat of him inside me.

"Fuck," Saint groans, hips moving in time with mine, his hands helping me ride— and I'm extra thankful for the extra room the Jeep provides, particularly in comparison to the Stingray. It would be impossible to do this in my little sports car.

Again and Again my hips rise and fall, and my tongue dances with Saints. His hands slip under my layers, running up my spine and over my breasts.

"You feelso good,"I moan, reaching between us again to slowly rub my clit. I wantmore."I want to cum for you," I whisper between kisses, feeling that tidal wave of oblivion rising and rising.

"I fucking love that mouth of yours Artemis-fuck!Do it for me and I'll give you what you want," Saint groans against my lips with one hand tangled in my hair. And then his hips start moving faster, pushing his cock up into me with increasing roughness, his other hand on my hip, keeping mejustwhere he needs me. I rub my clit faster and faster with every stroke until my lungs seize.

Orgasm blows through me, making me gasp for air.