Chapter 13: Laurel

It had been too long since she’d offered herself and never like this. She felt like a volcano ready to
erupt.

“I need to feel all of you,” Xavier said in a ragged breath. His hand ran down the length of her, stopping
to brush her already hardened nipple, and she moaned. He dipped his head and captured it in his
mouth instead, and she closed her eyes, floating as he licked and sucked.

His hand wandered lower, fingertips trailing over her hips and thigh until he found her wet center. His
thumb brushed over her clit. Laurel could only writhe against him in anticipation.

It wasn’t enough. Everywhere he touched left a trail of tingles, a promise to please, and still, it wasn’t
enough. She gripped his hips and yanked him close, bucking her hips to his even as his finger pushed
inside her. “This is what I want,” he told her, his breath hot against her ear.

“It’s yours,” she promised him, her breathing just as ragged as she began climbing toward the peak.

His rhythm stalled and she could have cried. “Can we—?” he began.

“I’m on the pill,” she managed to get out, already knowing what he meant, and Xavier stole her breath
with another kiss. He went back to work on her with his hands and Laurel sank even further into the
cool relief of the grass at her back as the fire continued to build inside her.

Like an answer to prayer, Xavier repositioned himself so that he was directly over top of her and she
closed her eyes, breath hitching in anticipation. “God, you’re so fucking wet. Where have you been
hiding, woman?” he grumbled. But instead of the usual shame and fear, she felt at living in hiding,
Laurel grinned.

“I’m right here,” she said, drawing him down for another kiss. When the head of his cock brushed her
folds, she almost cried out in release. Years’ worth of sexual frustration already had her at the brink.



Xavier slowed the pace and pushed into her slowly the first time, but Laurel bucked, encouraging him.
“Please,” she whimpered, her desire giving her courage. “I want all of you, too.”

Xavier slammed into her, and she bent her knees, hooking her ankles around him to hang on. She lost
herself in the fast pace, the wildness of it. With each new thrust, she inched closer to the edge. She
could feel the freefall waiting for her on the other side, and she sprinted for it. Desperate to fly.

Xavier hovered just above her, whispering encouragement as he drove into her. His broad shoulders
practically shone in the moonlight, and she ran her hands over them to his back, hanging on as he took
her higher and higher. She’d never felt more beautiful, more wanted, than here and now. Completely
accepted. And he was completely hers.

She reached up, running her teeth over the smooth skin of his shoulder. Unmarred. Unmated. But not
for long. Her fox urged her to do it, to give him the bite she knew his bear would consider a mating
mark.

“I’m going to come,” Xavier said, his voice ragged, and she eased back. She didn’t need to bite him to
know her fox already thought of him as hers. Instead, she dug her fingernails into his hips and
squeezed her ankles, riding the tension as it built inside her. Just knowing he was close was enough to
send her up and over.

“Come with me,” he said as the first shot of warmth spread inside her.

Laurel flung herself off the edge, her body soaring as the orgasm rocketed through her. Xavier bucked
over her, his thrusts slowing as he held himself taut, shuddering with each new wave. Laurel heard
herself cry out with the intensity, and when the last of it had ebbed, she let her hips fall back to the
grass. Full of him. Full of Xavier Wilde.



She’d barely caught her breath when his lips found hers again, trailing tiny kisses across her mouth
and over her cheeks and nose. “You’re so beautiful,” he murmured, dipping low to nibble on her
earlobe.

She smiled as his breath and teeth tickled her skin, edging away until he found a spot on her shoulder
instead. He planted warm kisses everywhere he could reach, and she lay there, floating on a buzz of
happiness.

She couldn’t believe it. He’d seen all of her, and he’d wanted her even more afterward, red fox and all.
She closed her eyes, a happy smile spreading over her face. This was what it was like to be accepted
completely.


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