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“Bella to liquid gold as Bella the spark between them “I’m filthy from our run”

“Need I rerowled It was the curse of being fated mates “Apparently, it’s why I desire you just like this” He took a step back to put some distance between them because he knew this was a terrible idea But Ashwood’s hand reached out and encircled his wrist

“Wait, please…I want…” He whiined you, just like this…those times in the haberdashery”

“Ashwood, you know this is not…” He shook his head “It can only be about our physical needs”

“Of course I know that,” Ashwood said through gritted teeth “You’ve made it abundantly clear on more than one occasion”

Their eyes connected, and Ashwood’s fiery gaze dared hih on his desires For both of them

Bella himself to that serene place inside him, the one his wolf had found in the forest He took a deep breath and gave himself permission, just this once, to allow his instincts to take hold

The truth was he wanted Ashwood—to smell him and taste him and be inside him—like no one he’d ever wanted before Perhaps it was because they had unfinished business, or perhaps it was because they were fated Or ift of life, had helped him arouse his wolf, and he could show hi his body and hisfor if his protruding cock was any indication

Their gazes clashed again, and as if Ashwood knew Bellaed his shirt from his shoulders and dropped it to the floor The odor of earth and pine emanated from his skin, and Bellamy’s eyes nearly rolled back, it was such a profoundly intimate scent to him now

Bella theirhiues battled for do Bella about it, loved he whimpers and moans from his throat as he licked and nibbled on his lips and sucked on his tongue

Bellah his breeches and watched his breath shudder out of hi his head doard, he lashed his tongue against Ashwood’s rigid nipples, one and then the other, and Ashwood gasped, his eyes flying open

“You’re certainly not the reticent lad of our yesteryears,” Ashwood said, groaning

Bella his timidness in the back of the haberdashery “You’ll do well not to forget it”

Ashwood sighed “Never”

Bellaers fu the buttons apart When he finally freed his stiff cock, he gripped it and stroked hiainst the fabric of his breeches, but he ignored it for now Soon enough he’d have sweet relief

“Please,” Ashwood ground out, but Bellarip his bollocks, the hairs coarse and wiry He was going tothe pleasure out ht

He dragged the foreskin down to reveal his bulging red tip, then bent forward to lick around the glans Though it was an aard angle, Ashwood sputtered out a harsh breath Bella through the hair at his groin, his knuckles inadvertently grazing the scars on his tender belly He wanted to give them the same attention, but that would’ve been too inti Ashwood get rid of the rest of his clothes

“Turn around,” Bellamy said, and when Ashwood turned to face the wall, Bellamy nearly lost his breath to see his full, meaty buttocks on display But the scars on his back couldn’t be ignored They were shiny, prominent reminders of what his old pack had done to hiers over each one

“Bell,” Ashwoodthe nickname fro it was co from a pure place Ashas his mate, and he’d almost been killed, and no one deserved to be left for dead like that, exceptco to provide Ashith that night

Ashwood rave er wanted hi in the forest, anyThe very idea killed him