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awesome sensation really. We only do
it when we’re with our mates, so as you can gather this has never happened to
me, baby, but now that it has, I like it.”
    He nipped at her neck, feeling her racing pulse. He shifted
his hips as the knot began to recede and stroked his still stiff shaft against
her walls. Beginning a new beat against her body, he began fucking her again. Both
of them groaned, the sexy sounds filling the air. His hands stroked up her arms
to her breasts, squeezing them, molding her pert little nipples in between his
fingers. She groaned, pushing her arse back toward him,
    “So, tell me you’re staying. Tell me I get to be inside you
all night long. Tell me, I wanna hear you say it,” he said, gripping her hips
tightly. Realizing she’d be left with bruises, he relaxed his grip a little,
and then thundered into her hard and fast, hitting the top of her cervix. He
loved the feel of her slick pussy tight around his cock with their mixed
juices.
    “Yes... Yes, okay, yes!” she cried out.
    He pounded into her faster, feeling his balls draw up. He
wouldn’t come yet though. No, she had to come first. He wanted to feel her cunt
tighten around his shaft again, milking it dry as he came.
    “I need to come,” she whimpered.
    “Then come, baby, milk my cock.” He thrust in hard, pulling
her hips toward him.
    “Conan!”
    He watched his cock thrust into her one more time, feeling
it spurting his seed into her womb. He knew it wouldn’t take yet, but that
didn’t stop him from imagining her swollen with his pups. His cock began to
swell at the base, growing inside of her, plugging the entrance of her pussy to
stop his seed from spilling as her legs gave out beneath her. He slid them
gently down onto the porch floor until their breathing slowed down.
    The arrogance of knowing she would smell of him, of her
being his, made him feel like an almighty Alpha. He knew he was being pretentious,
but screw it!
    Once his cock began to recede and soften he hauled his mate’s
limp body up into his arms. She wrapped her arm around his neck and turned her
face into his chest.
    “You better be taking me for a shower. I don’t think my
spaghetti legs can take another bout yet.” She let a tiny giggle out. “You owe
me some new scrubs too.”
    “Baby, you can have anything if I can get it for you!”
    * * * *
    Conan watched his mate sleep. She looked so peaceful. A few
freckles adorned her pert little nose, there were a couple of laugh lines
around her eyes, and a pair of tiny, gold hooped earrings on her small ears.
Her curly hair was currently splayed across his chest, and he kept fingering
her hair, watching the ringlets curl around his fingers. She was perfect to
him. He couldn’t stop watching her.
    A rustle from outside had his senses coming alert. He could
hear the footprints of a slight figure...a woman? Taking a deep breath and
pulling the scents in from around him, he scrunched his nose up with disgust at
the smell of Cassie’s perfume. Shifters generally didn’t wear any kind of man-made
aromas because it messed with their noses. They normally preferred the natural scents
of things around them. Cassie, however, was in the minority, because she always
wore perfumes, and it was often overpowering.
    What was she doing there so early? Why was she there at all?
    He rose from the bed, trying not to disturb his mate, and
pulled on a pair of jeans. Striding to the kitchen, he flicked on the
coffeemaker and placed two pieces of bread in the toaster, then went to his
front door.
    “Morning, Cassie. Why the early-morning attention?”
    “Morning, Conan,” she said seductively, trying to ooze some
kind of appeal.
    He sniffed and sneezed. “A bit on the thick side this
morning, Cassie.”
    “Sorry, Alpha.” She tilted her head to the side, offering
her neck. “My car won’t start, and I came to ask if I could grab a lift
please,” she said, looking up at him.
    “One of your brothers couldn’t get it