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Brielle Ashford POV

"Get your hands off me right now," I gasp, but the words melt into a needy whimper against his skin.

Ronan Graywolf doesn't listen to my human protests. His massive hand slides up the hem of my skirt, his dark skin contrasting sharply against my pale thigh. He pushes the fabric all the way up to my waist, his thick fingers digging into my plush, plus-size curves with a feral intensity.

I instinctively try to snap my knees together to block him, but his massive, muscular thigh wedges between mine before I can even blink. He pins me down under his six foot six frame, his weight crushing me into the mattress of the Mooncrest Lodge. He storms my mouth with a fierce, possessive kiss that tastes of expensive whiskey and raw animal dominance, his tongue tracing my lips before his mouth travels down to mark my neck.

My breathing turns into ragged pants, hot flames licking at my veins from the inside out.

"Did you scrub yourself before coming here, human?" Ronan mutters suddenly, his fangs grazing the sensitive skin right beneath my jaw. "You smell like sweet milk soap. Do not wash next time. I want your natural human scent clogging my nose."

"I have terrible body odor when I don't wash, wolf. I highly doubt your precious alpha senses would tolerate me without a scrub," I whisper back.

It is a completely reckless joke, a desperate attempt to break the thick, suffocating tension building in the dark room.

He freezes instantly, his wet lips pressed firmly against the soft skin of my stomach right in the middle of a trail of burning kisses.

A sudden wave of panic hits my chest, making me think he is about to realize who I am and throw my human ass straight out into the cold woods of the Thornvale Forest. Instead, he lifts his massive head, his dark eyes locking onto mine while a disarmingly charming smirk plays on his lips.

He grips my wide waist with both hands, his fingers sinking deep into my flesh, and pulls my hips flush against his groin in one swift, brutal motion. Before I can even draw a single breath, the sharp, tearing stretch of his massive length splits me completely open, filling my tight walls to the absolute maximum. My fingers reflexively claw at his back, my short five foot frame shuddering from the sudden invasion.

He chuckles darkly against my mouth, clearly pleased by the desperate way I cling to him. He uses one massive hand to secure the back of my head, tilting my face up so he can devour my mouth again while his lower body begins a heavy, relentless rhythm.

The heavy, repetitive pounding of his thick hips starts to bring a throb of ache along with the pleasure, and my fingernails dig deeper into his muscular shoulders, scratching lines down his skin out of sheer intensity. He doesn't even flinch at the pain. He merely settles his heavy chest lower against my breasts, pausing his movements for a fraction of a second to look down at me.

"Are you nervous, Brielle?" he rumbles, his voice vibrating deep inside my chest.

"No," I lie through my teeth, my heart hammering like a trapped bird.

He nibbles hard on my bottom lip, drawing a drop of copper-tasting blood. "Then loosen up for me."

"I am already stretched as wide as I can go, you massive beast," I gasp out.

A loud, barking laugh tears from his throat, his chest vibrating against mine. "Then I must simply be too damn big for your tiny human body."

I roll my eyes in sheer exasperation, trying to catch my breath, but he doesn't give me the chance. "Right?" he murmurs wickedly. Before I can even process the question or ask what the hell he means, he abruptly shifts his hips and doubles his pace.

A sharp cry of mixed pleasure and pain tears from my throat. My vision blurs instantly with hot tears as he drives into me with zero mercy, pounding his heavy length into my core until the headboard rams repeatedly against the wall.

Thank the gods the walls inside the Mooncrest Lodge are heavily soundproofed to hide pack business, or the entire territory would hear the scandalous noises I am making with my husband's best friend.

The realization finally hits my hazy mind that this arrogant asshole is literally bragging about his size while burying himself inside me.

Despite the sheer, overwhelming fullness stretching me apart, I cannot deny the bitter truth. The bastard is incredible at this. Garrick never moved like this. Garrick never looked at me with this kind of raw, consuming hunger.

"Ah!" A loud yelp escapes my lips as he hits a sensitive spot deep inside.

His thrusts suddenly increase in speed and depth, turning violent and heavy, as if he is venting some deep, unspoken frustration toward his alpha or the pack law that keeps us apart.

"Wait, stop for a second," I pant, placing my small hands against his sweating, dark chest to push him back. "You didn't put on anything. Ronan, there is no protection."

"I can't stop now, Brielle," he growls, his voice completely feral as the wolf takes over. He bites down hard on the juncture where my neck meets my shoulder, marking me temporarily with his teeth while his lower body delivers powerful, desperate slams that lift my hips completely off the bed.

We ride the wave of friction for what feels like an eternity, the room spinning as he pumps his heat inside me over and over until my vision goes entirely dark. I finally collapse underneath his heavy, sweating body, completely drained of every ounce of human strength.

My eyes flutter shut, and I drift off into a deep, dreamless sleep right beneath his weight.

When my eyes snap open again, the sky outside the window is still pitch black. The sun hasn't even begun to rise over Blackridge Falls. Ronan is lying directly beside me, his face buried deep in my messy hair, his massive, heavy arm thrown securely over my shoulder. He is sleeping soundly, snoring softly while using my plush body as a warm pillow.

I should probably tell him that my shampoo smells like milk soap too.

Instead of saying a word, I carefully lift his heavy, muscular arm, trying to slide out from under his grip so I can gather my torn clothes and slip away into the dark before the rest of the Thornvale Wolf Pack wakes up. To my utter frustration, a single, subconscious twitch of his arm pulls me right back down against his hard chest. I am trapped completely in his strong embrace once more.

I twist my head around, meeting his sleepy, half-lidded dark gaze as he stirs awake.

"Brielle," he mumbles calmly, his deep voice thick with sleep.

For some inexplicable reason, a massive wave of nervousness washes over me, making my throat go completely dry. "I..."

"You?" He blinks at me, his long black eyelashes fluttering open as he watches my expression. He opens his mouth to say something else, but the words seem to catch in his throat.

I squirm uncomfortably against his naked length, feeling the sudden heat of his arousal growing against my thigh again.

After a second of intense hesitation, I decide to play the part of the reckless human woman who doesn't care about pack rules. I reach forward, looping my arms tightly around his neck, and pull his face down into a hard, distracting kiss.

"What a wonderful coincidence," I say, forcing a wicked smile onto my face as I pull back slightly to look at him. "I was just in the mood for some wild fun last night to forget my miserable marriage. I certainly didn't think I would bump into the great Ronan Graywolf here."

He stares at me, his eyes narrowing as he detects the lie in my scent.