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He groaned, lifting slightly to push his jeans to his thighs. His shaft sprung free, the tip

glistening visibly from his excitement. “Stand up,” he ordered. “The sooner I can get these pants off of you, the better. In fact, I want you to wear skirts from here on out.”

She laughed sexily as she got up to undo her pants. Her blue eyes glistened with love, her long hair falling down her back. His innocent temptress excited him more than any woman had, ever.

Hooking her fingers in her waistband, she slid her panties and pants off in one sensual shove. “I'll go one better and forget to wear panties, too.”

He groaned, envisioning how easily he could take her anywhere he wanted to. He pulled her

back over him, making sure he was between her bent knees. Sliding his hand underneath her, he began to play with her wet slit. “Your body is so responsive to mine, Taylor. I want to be in this daily, at least several times a day.”

“God, yes,” she groaned out, her hands on his shoulders. His cock jerked, responding to the wet, slick heat lying directly above it. Leaning forward, he tongued her nipples through her shirt.

“Show me how to ride you,” she ordered, her hips moving above him.

His mouth nibbled at her neck as he grabbed his cock by the base, tilting it up so she could

come down on it, easily. With his other hand he guided her hips until she was positioned just above him. “Lower yourself down, Taylor, but go slow. I want to watch you take your pleasure on me.”

* * * * *

watched the couple discretely for a moment, before fading back behind the treeline. The heat was powerfully strong between the mates, but he knew, without a shadow of a doubt, that Marrok would handle it perfectly.

Taylor was special, subjected to a set of circumstances no mate should ever have to go through.

His services wouldn't be of benefit to the broken mate. For her, the ultimate excitement would be what her alpha male could provide. Due to her experiences in the research facility, the last thing she would find pleasing was a third party.

As sheik, it was his position in the pack to assist in pleasuring a mated female through her

initial heat phase. A male werewolf was more than capable of doing this on his own, but sometimes, the female heat made her crave something
forbidden
. That was when he stepped in. He was a silent partner, used to add another dimension of excitement. His services were rarely required more than once.

The males in the pack were extremely possessive of their mates. He was the exception.

Considered nothing more than a tool by the wolves, not one inch of his skin ever made contact with their females. Even his dick was wrapped in a special condom, specifically designed for the sheik.

After his duties were done, there was nothing left behind of him.

Every pack had a sheik, although none of the others knew who he was. It was his duty to keep

track of the newly mated, and be available should he be summoned. Lately, it seemed like a full-time job.

Love was in the air, at least, for everybody but him. Wolves were mating left and right, and it was keeping him busy. As he walked silently through the dark woods, he wondered if his mate was somewhere out there. He hoped so. The years would stretch out endlessly for him if all he had to look forward to was pleasuring the mates of others.

He moved to another section of Wolf Town, finding a comfortable, hidden spot to wait. Alonzo

had mated the human woman, Nicole, and her heat had started. While they were here, it was his

responsibility to be available. The night was still young. He'd wait patiently, like he always did, available should they have need of his services.

Taylor collapsed across Marrok's chest, blissfully satisfied. Their bodies were still locked

together, his shaft tantalizingly hard inside of her. Although he'd released heavily, it didn't seem to matter. Marrok was insatiable.

She kissed him, her hips moving in response to the stimuli of his decadent and talented tongue.

He tore away from her mouth with a groan, his hands clenching briefly on her hips. “You keep that up woman, and we're never going to leave this grassy alleyway.”

“Mm,” she responded, running her hands underneath his shirt. “Am I bad for saying that I don't think I care?”

He smiled, his attractive features relaxed and happy. “Believe me, I'll get you home as quick as possible. I plan on spending the entire night inside of you.”

The sound of a man clearing his throat loudly broke through their hazy lust. Marrok's head

swung immediately in the intruder's direction. Taylor froze in shook, too mortified to turn and see who had discovered them.

“Well, well, what do we have here?” Connor choked out, before laughing out loud. His green

eyes glowed mischievously in the darkness of the night. Holding a bullhorn to his lips, he turned in the opposite direction. “Call the search off. Marrok and his mate have been found... And let me say, it's in the most compromising of positions.”

A few catcalls and whistles broke the silence of the night. “Attaboy, Marrok,” a male voice

cried out in the distance, while Taylor groaned in misery. Marrok's eyes narrowed at Connor, his features lethal.

Connor pulled the bullhorn back up to his lips. “You might want to clean the side of your house tomorrow, Tex. I'd recommend locating a good pressure washer, as soon as possible.”

“Dammit to hell, Marrok,” a voice roared, moving closer. “What in the hell have you done to

my house.”

“Paybacks a bitch, Marrok,” Connor told him cheerfully, holding his side from the force of his laughter.

Marrok stood them up in one smooth motion, using his body to block Taylor from Connor's

eyes while she quickly pulled her pants back on. “Meet me back at home,” he hissed out, yanking his jeans up. “I'm going to kill, Connor.”

He turned and growled at Connor, “Hope you aren't too attached to those pretty curls of yours.

I'm fixing to rip each one out, hair by hair.”

Tex arrived in time for Connor to shove the bullhorn into the other man's hands. He looked at

the alleyway in time to see an enraged Marrok barreling through. “Gotta go,” Connor told the startled man, taking off at a flat run with Marrok fast on his heels.

Taylor quickly escaped, leaving through the backyard. Her face flamed. That was the most

mortifying experience of her whole life. She hoped Marrok ripped out a few hairs for her, too.

The bystanders up front hooted in laughter, enjoying the show. Connor was giving Marrok a run

for his money, despite the small limp he still had.

His luck ran out. “Ow,” Connor yelled loudly, as the crowd shouted encouragements. They

enjoyed seeing the normally mellow Marrok all riled up. Taylor rolled her eyes and moved even faster, eager to get back to their house.

Running through the front door, she slammed it closed behind her. Breathing hard, she stood

there mortified, wondering how she would ever show her face around Wolf Town again. It would have been bad enough with just the residents knowing. With the huge meeting, though, every wolf in the world was going to know about their impromptu rendezvous.

Sighing, she unbuttoned her shirt as she walked down the hallway. Her face felt sticky from the tears she'd cried earlier, and the region between her legs felt sensitive and sticky, too. Marrok's releases seemed rather large, but it was probably normal for a man as well-endowed as he was. Her body

trembled as she thought about his lovemaking skills. He was an amazing lover, perfectly designed to give a woman the ultimate in sensual pleasures.

Grabbing a nightgown from their room, she walked into the bathroom and started the shower.

She was aiming for warm instead of super hot. Marrok's lovemaking, combined with the hot

temperatures, were steamy enough. A cold shower would have been more appropriate, but she couldn't imagine standing underneath it.

The water felt good against her skin, washing away the misery of the night. Letting it run

through the length of her hair, she closed her eyes, letting their conversation replay in her mind. Now that she knew she was Marrok's mate, everything between them finally made sense.

There was no fighting the mating. Truth be told, she didn't even want to. Hadn't she been hoping the pack would eliminate the need for her to leave altogether? Marrok was her destiny. She wanted to embrace it with open arms. At the same time, fear for the Wolf Town residents overshadowed her joy.

There had to be a way to guarantee their safety.

The shower door opened as she yelped, fighting to wipe away the water from her eyes. When

she could see clearly again, she blushed. Marrok stepped into the shower, a large grin on his face.

“Expecting someone else?” he asked pleasantly, as he stood underneath the huge shower head.

“If I was, you just ran him off,” she quipped back, coquettishly.

He growled. “Better not be anyone joining us. At least, not if they plan on leaving with their dick still attached.”

Taylor laughed at the ferocious look on his face. “Is Connor still alive to tease you again?”

“Yeah, he'll live to see another day... And no, I didn't scalp him.” Marrok sounded regretful.

“He's just mad that I caught him naked in a tree, outside of the Amish settlement.”

“What's that?” Taylor asked, her expression amused. “Did you just say what I thought you did?”

He nodded, his dark eyes sparkling with amusement. “Yep, I caught Connor window peeping on

the Amish women with a pair of binoculars.”

She giggled at the thought. “How did you know he was in the tree?”

He blushed slightly. “Let's just say I had a run in with the tree.” He ignored her curious look, changing the subject. Pulling her long hair over one shoulder, he leaned down and kissed the delicate skin of her neck. “I missed you.”

She sighed, leaning back against his body. Being with Marrok, and hearing the emotion in his

voice, was something she would have never thought she'd experience. “You're like a fantasy, come to life. If this isn't real, I have no desire to ever return to reality. Just let me be delusional.”

His eyes met her, his expression serious. “This isn't a fantasy, Taylor. I'm real, a living and breathing, 100% red-blooded male, and I am hopelessly in love with you. I've never said that to another woman, and I never will. You're it for me, Taylor. I couldn't be happier with the woman fate presented me with, even if I would have designed you myself. Everything about you is perfect.”

She turned in his arms, throwing her arms around his neck as she rained kisses across his

cheeks, lips and chin. “All these years, I've dreamed of hearing you say that.”

He grinned, enjoying her attentions. His shaft was as well, and it was quickly making its

presence known. “Get used to it. I plan on saying it often.”

“Hm,” she said softly, her eyes searching his as her hands slid up to cup his face. “So what

should we do, now?”

“I'm just enjoying the feel of your naked, wet body,” he replied, seductively. “And so is

somebody else.”

Taylor looked down. “So he is,” she replied throatily, grabbing a bar of soap off of the soap

dish. His dick was rock hard, the wide, thickly capped head nearly touching his belly button. “Maybe he'd enjoy some hands-on attention, as well.” Soaping up her wet hands, she quickly laid the it back down and enclosed him in her grasp.

His dark eyes clenched shut in ecstasy, his head moving back underneath the spray of water as it sluiced over his well-contoured muscles and golden skin. “Oh, I think he likes that very much,” Marrok rumbled out.

Spreading his legs wider, he shuddered as she stroked him from base to tip. Taylor used both

hands, one wrapped over the other, marveling at how much flesh was still revealed. “You're much too good at that, woman,” he told her, pulling away. “I have no desire to spend anywhere but within you, and that hot, amazingly tight pussy of yours.”

Lifting her up, he said, “Put your legs around my waist. Quickly she complied, as he held her

against the wet wall with his body. Leaning over, he tasted her beaded nipples before suckling each one in, deeply. Her breath hitched in desire at the contact.

Marrok eased inside of her, her slick depths welcoming the contact. “Hot and tight, just like I like it,” he groaned, thrusting in and out. “You're so ripe and juicy, baby. See how our bodies fit together perfectly, Taylor? We were created for each other, designed to suit one another in the most elemental ways possible.”

She held him tightly across his shoulders, enjoy the flex of his muscles as he pumped deeper

into her with every thrust. Words were beyond her. The magic created in his embrace left no room for rational thought.

He slid a wide hand between their bodies, manipulating the swollen button of flesh at the top of her slit. At the contact, a gush of fluid released deep within her. Her passage clenched and released hard, the pleasure increasing by the second. He pumped his hips deeply, riding the motions, until he was seated fully inside of her.

Marrok's body was pressed completely against hers, her legs spread wide around his muscular

hips. He panted near her ear, his body shuddering, “I've got your pussy filled with every inch it can take. How does it feel to have me in you, knowing you're stuffed full of my cock?”

“I'm so close, Marrok, I can see the stars,” she managed to grind out, biting his shoulder. “I have no control when it comes to you.”

“Good,” he replied, pistoning his hips impossibly fast. “I hope to God you never do, because I sure as hell don't, not when it comes to you.”

Her body soared at the exact same time the first hot stream of his release jackknifed against her womb. Marrok roared, his shaft jerking within her depths as if it had a life of its own. Holding her tightly, he locked her into place, letting her body milk him of every last drop of seed.