In response, my body squeezed his cock. There was no hiding I loved the idea. Not with my perfume filling the nest and my pussy already begging for more.

“If you’re a very good girl, I’ll take you from behind and spank you as I do.”

“I thought you said you didn’t want to torture me.”

“This is torture?”

“Yes. Absolutely. Torture of the worst kind.”

He smiled. “Then yes, I want to torture you. Give me those tears of pleasure, baby girl. Scream my name and try to get me to go faster. But unless you tell me you don’t want more, my cock owns your pussy until morning. Do you understand?”

I was covered in goosebumps and about to come all over again from his words, but yes. “I understand.”

“Good.” Avery raised himself on his elbows and reached between us, finding my swollen, sensitive clit. “I think you need to come again just to make sure.”

“I can’t. Not yet.”

“You can. Tell me yes, Alpha.”

His fingers moved, and there was no fucking air. I had to gasp it, trying to fill my lungs between the pleasure of his fingers and the magnificent pressure of his knot. “Yes, Alpha.”

“Good girl.”

Avery slowly circled my clit just like the first time, infinite patience in his eyes.

It was going to be a very long, incredible night.

Chapter 37

CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN

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ESME

Avery did wreck me. I was wrung out of pleasure when his cock finally slipped out of me. Blissfully exhausted. The rest of the day I spent in bed, answering comments on my phone on my business account and making notes about ideas I had for paintings.

Between the sex, the chase, and dinner with my mother, I was already fading by the time the pack came home, and falling asleep before dinner. Someone carried me to bed and tucked me in. I wasn’t awake enough to remember who.

I woke again in the morning with far more clarity. My bruises were fading, I had energy, and I didn’t want to waste it. Today was going to be a fucking amazing day.

Wes showed up thirty minutes after I texted him, and I spent the day at my house. I mixed six different paint colors and set them into containers to harden, and I spent time working on a new piece. One I had started shortly after I met the pack.

It was chunky and three dimensional, like most of my work, but this was an outward explosion of color from a central point. I mixed some of the pigments I had left to harness the iridescent quality, and it was coming along nicely. I hadn’t found the thing yet, but it was close.