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Her heart felt as if it had leapt into her throat to choke her. She stroked his silky hair. “Dakota—that feels—wonderful,” she whispered.

 
A tremor coasted through him. He levered himself up to look at her, sawing shallowly in and out along her channel, teasing her with each stroke that barely grazed her g-spot. She opened her eyes to give him a reproachful look but the expression on his face stilled the air in her lungs.

 
Holding her gaze he cupped his hips, pressing slowly deeper until she could feel him grinding his belly against her, could feel him pressing against her womb. He lowered his upper body until his weight rested on his elbows, slipping his arms beneath her shoulders. “It feels better than that,” he said hoarsely, dipping his head to meet her lips once more as he withdrew slowly along her channel and then set a rhythm that he echoed with the stroke of his tongue.

 
Heat rippled over her. She clung tightly to him, opening herself merely to receive at first, to luxuriate in the delight of his penetration, of the deep connection that made her ache for fruition. The moment came when she couldn't remain still any longer, when she felt her body racing toward completion and commanding her to move with him.

 
Gasping for breath when he broke the kiss and burrowed his face against her neck, she countered his nearly frenzied thrusts with the same desperation until, abruptly, the tension seized her body, making her arch against him, dragging a sharp cry from her lips.

 
He bit down on her shoulder in that same moment. The sharp sting, rather than distracting her, sent her flying over the precipice in hard contractions that felt as if she was shattering into pieces. She bucked against him discordantly, too mindless to maintain any sort of rhythm. He lifted his head, ground his teeth together and then uttered a primal roar of pleasure as his body convulsed with hers, yielding up his seed to bathe her womb in a hot tide.

 
Awareness flickered through her mind as she drifted down from the heights of ecstasy, but not surprise and she found herself unable to summon even a little anger. He'd ignored the condom. She wasn't certain whether she was just getting used to their grim determination not to use one, or if it was the strange sense of gladness that filled her that he hadn't, but she realized she welcomed the feel of his seed inside of her.

 
She hadn't
not
welcomed Con's or Balin's, she realized in the same moment. She'd
wanted
to feel their full claiming of her even while she'd worried over the consequences.

 
Maybe it was just that there didn't seem much point in worrying about it anymore?

 
Their faith in her seemed absolute—if unwarranted.
She
knew she was safe, but they had no reason to know—unless it was just that they couldn't picture any other man wanting her?

 
Dakota silenced that little voice of doubt my nudging her face with his. “That was worth the possibility of death,” he murmured lazily.

 
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Chapter Ten

Danika tilted her head so that she could look at Dakota, studying his eyes when she couldn't read his expression. Deciding he was teasing, she smiled at him, lifting a hand to his cheek. “I'm safe,” she said finally. “It might not seem like I've got any discretion, but I do."

 
Dakota's gaze flickered over her face. Abruptly, he smiled back at her, but wryly. “Lady, you couldn't even begin to guess just how much.” She'd picked five of the strongest alpha males in the country. There was nothing at all wrong with her choices. The problem was, he was only one of the five, and he wasn't sure pitting five of the strongest wolfen against one another was going to result in a clear victor—especially not with Balin in the running—which he obviously was despite his denials or he wouldn't have tried to mark her.

 
They sure as fuck hadn't had any luck with it so far.

 
Of course part of that was because they couldn't manage an uninterrupted contest between them.

 
On the other hand, Danika and her trusty pistol were making things really interesting.

 
"You didn't use the condom, did you?"

 
He tilted his head, eyeing her warily. “What makes you say that?"

 
She gave him a look. “I feel it."

 
He chuckled, probably unwisely, but he was too pleased with himself to contain it. “My sperms’ got minds of their own, baby. They probably chewed through just to get to your luscious little womb."

 
She lifted her brows at him, torn between amusement and irritation. “Is that a fact?” she asked, knowing damned well they hadn't but too charmed by his teasing to end it on a sour note.

 
"Absolutely."

 
"You won't look so pleased with yourself if you get me knocked up,” she said, only half teasing, easily imagining the look of horror on his face, although she knew he'd be long gone before she discovered if he'd had any luck in his fishing expedition.

 
"I'm counting on it,” he retorted, knocking the breath out of her. “And if you don't think it would please it just goes to show you don't know me like you think you do."

 
She studied his face. He looked dead serious, but she knew he must be teasing.

 
He leaned closer to nibble lightly at her lips. “In fact,” he murmured, “I'm thinking I should make sure by taking another couple of runs at it."

 
She smiled against his lips. She should've known that was what he'd been leading up to, she reflected with amusement. “You're so dedicated to you work!"

 
He chuckled, nipping at the tip of her nose. “I am. Plus, I think I might have missed a few choice spots when I was exploring while ago."

 
"I'm pretty sure you didn't miss anything noteworthy."

 
He waggled his brows at her. “Ah, but you don't know what I find noteworthy."

 
Rolling away from him, she looked down at herself a little doubtfully. “Just as I thought. Pretty typical fare here."

 
He cupped one of her breasts in his hand, lightly, as if testing the weight and size of it against his palm. She was relieved to see that as big as his hand was her breast was full enough not to look like a peanut on a platter, but it certainly wasn't overflowing.

 
After a moment, he slipped down the bed, leaning over her to trace one aureole with the tip of his tongue, plucking lightly at her nipple with his lips until it stood erect. Bemused, wondering if he thought to get a rise out of her so quickly, she folded her arms behind her head and watched him. He seemed in no rush, settling comfortably to toy with the bud as it grew more and more taut.

 
Warmth stirred in her belly as she watched him. She closed her eyes after few moments, savoring the pull of his mouth on her, enjoying the lazy currents of warmth that grew steadily stronger until she began to feel restless, began to feel breathless. He transferred his attention to the soft surrounding flesh then, sucking at it, flicking his tongue out to lick at her.

 
"What are you doing now?” she murmured.

 
"Tasting."

 
"What does it taste like?” she asked curiously.

 
He slid a glance at her and grinned lazily. “You."

 
She chuckled. “I thought you were going to say chicken."

 
He lifted his head to look at her strangely.

 
"You know ... anything that tastes different? People always say it tastes like chicken."

 
His lips quirked. “You don't taste like chicken."

 
"Good, then I won't have to sue the people that manufacture my body wash,” she said teasingly. “It's strawberries and cream."

 
He moved to her other breast, plucking at the tip. “Mmm, that's it. It tastes like a tiny, ripe strawberry—but sweeter."

 
"Really?” she asked doubtfully.

 
He chuckled. “No, it tastes like you."

 
"Is that good or bad?” she asked with a smile.

 
"Are you trying to distract me? I'm on a fact finding mission here."

 
She dragged in a shaky breath as he drew the bud he'd been teasing into his mouth and suckled it with such relish that the warmth in her belly caught fire. “What have you uncovered so far?” she whispered shakily when he released it and nipped light love bites across the upper slope of her breast to her throat.

 
He lifted his head and studied her face. “That you taste like heaven,” he said huskily, shifting upward abruptly to capture her lips beneath his in a kiss that was far from languid.

 
She slipped her hands from beneath her head, coiling her arms around his shoulders. The rings in his nipples teased hers with alternating textures as he moved restlessly against her—cold, hard metal, then warm, silky skin, then the faint roughness of the hair on his chest—focusing her mind on the constantly changing stimulus. She slipped her legs from beneath his, looping them around his waist and arching upward to rub her sex against his.

 
He broke the kiss abruptly, levering himself upward and reaching between them to guide his cock into her. Catching his weight on his straightened arms, he watched her face as he claimed her channel in lazy forays, pushing a little deeper each time before pulling back again. He looked down after a few moments, watching the movement of their lower bodies.

 
Drawn by his intent interest, she looked down, too. Heat surged through her as she watched his thick flesh disappear inside of her, felt him to her core, and then felt him glide outward again. When she looked up again, she saw he was watching her face as before, his expression taut now with need.

 
He dropped lower, settling against her and then tightening his arms around her as he increased the pace and depth of his thrusts. Danika clung to him as tightly as he held her, savoring the rise of exquisite tension inside of her.

 
Abruptly, he changed positions, holding her tightly and levering the two of them upwards so that she was astride his lap, in control of the depth of penetration and the pace. She groaned, partly from frustration that he'd changed positions when she'd been so close to her climax and partly from the gloriously deep penetration. Her body stuttered at the interruption and then climbed higher than before when she discovered the new position allowed him access to her breasts that he took instant advantage of. She settled into deep, short strokes as he tugged hungrily at first one and then the other, sending sharp jolts through her that seemed to connect with her womb and touched off a hard climax that dragged a cry from her with the first spasm. He bit down on the soft flesh along the side of her breast, just above her heart as the second wave hit her. She screamed at the explosive convulsion that rocked her, shuddering as he soothed the sting with his mouth and tongue and then caught her tightly against him, holding her almost crushingly as he followed her into bliss.

 
She allowed her head to fall forward weakly as the paroxysms began to subside, resting her cheek on his shoulder while she struggled to catch her breath. For many moments, neither of them moved, unable to, unwilling. Dakota went rigid so abruptly, however, that it penetrated her stupor. He dismounted her so suddenly that it made her head swim, dropping her onto her back on the bed in a gentle collision that was still shocking for its abruptness.

 
He was on his feet beside the bed so fast she hardly had time to take it in, let alone gather her wits. “What is it?” she managed to gasp as he reached the door.