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needing to let him in. I clawed at him, my tongue tangling with his, feeling this godawful hunger for more.

“Shh…” he said between kisses, pulling away but pecking a few more when I whined, then sucking my bottom lip before releasing it with a pop. “You’ll get more. All you need and so much more.”

His kisses trailed lower, down my neck, then focussing on my mating mark when I began to squirm. It made my cunt twitch like a bitch, a sudden deep ache rising inside me.

“You’re fucking soaked…” he said with a growl of pure male satisfaction. “Your cunt is slick for me, ready to take me so fucking deep.”

“Yes…” I hissed over and over.

But his fingers refused to go deeper, just teasing the moisture from the outer lips of my cunt, rubbing it across his fingertips before sliding them up to bracket my clit.

“Mmm…!” I let out a yelp and a moan as his fingers settled on either side, a weight that stretched the hood slightly.

“It’s OK,” he said. “I’ll give you everything you need. Take a deep breath.” But he made that impossible as his fingers began to move, pulling the hood back before sliding back again. “Take a deep breath, love.”

His voice was insistent, pushing at me, consciousness threatening to intrude before his mouth found my mark again, teeth pricking the scar, making me buck up against his hand before his lips sucked the skin in.

Jesus fucking Christ, it felt like his mouth was in two places at once, between my legs and on my neck, winding me tighter between each point. And all through this, his fingers worked my clit with a slow, steady pace that was completely at odds with my heart rate. I moved restively, unable to just lie there and let him touch me, particularly when he wouldn’t do what I so obviously needed.

He gasped when my hand slid lower, and I could see why. As my hand spanned his shoulders, then his ribs, it felt like my fingers left a trailing wake of heat.

“Fuck…Paige. You’re destroying my control.”

“Don’t want control,” I murmured. “Want you.”

It was his stillness that had my eyes opening, and when they did, I’m not sure if I saw what I was expecting. The part of my brain that acknowledged reality and knew where I was and who I was sleeping next to was offline, just like my real body was, but in my dream? I lay underneath a molten eyed Aidan, who looked down at me like I’d personally hung the moon and the stars, his look of vulnerability all too easy to recognise.

“Say it again,” he said, watching my lips closely. “If you mean it, say it again.”

“I want you,” I said, because it was true, because it was right. What he was and how I felt about him was an angry snarl in my mind, but threaded through it so entirely that it could not be separated was this—a need for him. “I want you, Aidan.”

“If you had any fucking idea how much I need to hear that right now.” The pain, the hunger in his voice, in his expression, clawed at me, had my hands reaching for him, but he wouldn’t relent. “I fucking need you like my next breath. I’m…”

He was going to tell me, about what he was going through, about how he felt, but I saw the confusion, the evidence of my aunt’s meddling rise before he turned back to me. Whatever she’d done, it was never going to thwart this.

“You want me?” he asked, shifting so he hung above me, drowning me in the shadow of his body. “All of me?”

I remembered it, feeling him deep inside me and about to go deeper, that sinking feeling so fucking delicious before Mason intervened, and with the logic of dreams, he was now doing just that. His cock was now so deep, pushing in small little thrusts that confused and then set my body alight. My hands slapped down on his hips, my fingers clawing at his glutes as he stared down at me, looking for a sign.

“Tell me you want this, want me,” he commanded. “I can’t hold back anymore. Everything inside me is screaming to claim you, knot you, take you as mine. You’re mine, Paige.”

Aidan flickered right then, gold hair giving way to long and dark, wolf eyes giving way to moon, but he reasserted himself soon enough.

I opened my mouth to say the words, to say something about what was happening, plea or protest, but a long moan came out instead. I could feel it, the hard press of his knot right where I was the softest. Opening, parting, letting him sink deeper. Feeling a deep aching itch to do just that. I could come like this, if he kept going, if he just kept working the heavy length of his cock inside me, particularly if I reached down… He batted my hands away, forcing them back against the bed.

“No,” he growled. “You’ll have what you want when you say the words, when you open yourself to me. Let me in.” Those words were echoes of ones I’d heard before, my brow creasing as I struggled to remember when. “I’m just a wolf, howling at your door, needing to come in.” His words were ragged, his strokes a strained slow pace. “Please, Paige. I need you so much.”

“He’s the last part of you, the last part of your soul,” a cool voice said, and both our eyes flicked sideways to see the Father Wolf standing there, arms crossed. His gaze slid over the two of us, watching us move with a proprietorial eye. “Your aunt, she’s a strange one. Could’ve been very useful if she were ulva. Too much of the Mother’s power in her, and yet not enough.” He shook his head. “No, it has to be you, and you’ll need all the parts if you’re to succeed in your petty goals. Let the man sink his

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