Begin Again 

He marched her out of the club, his fingers gripping her upper arm, snarling at anyone who got too close. A red Ferrari waited by the curb. He opened the door, pushed her inside and went to the driver’s door. The engine roared to life, and he pulled out into traffic deftly.

He rolled the windows down. “Removing the implant must have disrupted your cycle,” he commented, calmer. “We are very lucky the Heathridge called me immediately. An omega in heat is a powerful thing,” he chuckled a little as he said it. “The guys at the club had no chance. No doubt many are trying to soothe their wives and girlfriends as we speak.”

When she didn’t respond, he sighed. “I didn’t organise it, Jane,” he said softly. “I would have left the implant in place. You are very young. There is absolutely no need to rush into having children yet.” 

“Except that the sooner I have children, the sooner you can divorce me,” she muttered. “And marry Angelique.”

He pulled up out front of the house but caught her wrist when she turned to try to get out the car. “There will be no divorce, Jane,” his blue eyes glowed with his wolf. “You are my wife until death do us part.” He released her and got out of the car.

She let herself out, and refused his hand when he offered it, tossing her hair, and stalking into the house, past Heathridge and up the stairs. Baron paused to pass the Ferrari keys to the butler and mutter instructions, running effortlessly up the stairs after her and following on her heels, allowing her no opportunity to block his access to the room.

He tossed his cuff links into the little tray with a chuckle. “I am going to run out at this rate,” he observed.

through her, making her hands tremble as she pulled off her dress, her body aching with need, her skin

his body against her back was almost more than she could bear. “That you are being much more sensible about this heat than the

is no use

said softly. “That you fought so hard the last time because you were afraid. Our time together up to that point had not been…

“At our wedding, I overheard, as she no doubt intended me to do, Alice remarking about how you thought that you were marrying beneath a Corbyn

in to the heat, to the demands of her body. “And I know that. I should know

He turned her to face him and framed her face with his hands so that she had no option but to meet his eyes. “I am versorry for that, Jane,” he said and leaned forward to brush his lips over hers, his kiss tender and gentle. She turned her face away

She closed her eyes. Was this how he made love to Angelique? She wondered,

heat cramping her for want

lifted over her, the tip of his c-ck dragging against her

him without gentleness, making her mouth against his as he had made his body against hers since

and the softest brushes of lips that lingered. And only then, when she had stilled under the expression in his eyes, the same expression that she had seen in the shower before Angelique had surprised them, only then did he press his c-ck into her, slowly, so that the stretch, the fill of him, was felt fully, drawn

he breathed.

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