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Soon Milo goes to bed because he's been up all night and I know he needs some rest, he told me he won't be able to sleep but with the amount of alcohol in his system, I'm sure he'll pass out.

I told him I'll be here for him if he needs me. To talk things through or for a shoulder to cry on. But I have every faith that this can be fixed. Milo is great, he's welcoming and warm and he makes me feel at home. He has done since the second I walked through this door.

He's amazing and if he can make it up to his mate for what happened, I know they can get through anything. No one will want to miss out on their mate, especially when I know what it's like to have Everett.

It's magical. No. It's beyond magic. It's beyond this earth.

I've been up in Everett's room... which is kind of my room now. Waiting for him to come home from whatever he's been doing today but I don't mind, I quite like the silence and time to myself when I know he's busy.

So I rearrange my clothes into the empty drawers. I know he made space for me a while ago but I never moved my things from the spare room, it feels right to do it now and I know for a fact Everett will love it.

Officially moved in.

My skin raises in goosebumps, Everett's breathtaking scent becomes much stronger. I whip my head over my shoulder as he emerges from the hall, his eyes falling upon mine instantly.

"Hi, beautiful." He flashes me a mouthwatering smile.

"Hi," I replicate his expression, pushing my blonde hair behind my shoulders. Everett walks closer to me and pecks me on the lips. A well needed kiss after being away from each other all day. A couple of hours but it feels like weeks. "Work all done?"

Everett hums against my lips and the vibrations have fireworks erupting in my brain. "Yes," he rasps. "I'm all yours, angel."

He pulls away slowly and glances around the room. For some reason my cheeks begin to flush with heat because I made this decision on my own. "Did you bring your things over from the other room?"

"Yeah. I hope that's okay."

Everett huffs out a short breath through his nose, gripping my fingers. "This room is yours, this house is yours. Everything I own is yours, Reign. Never forget that."

"I just thought it was time to move my stuff over," I admit. I'm still blushing. Stupid cheeks. "I never sleep in the other room so there was no point going back and forth."

He curls his lips. He's amused by my pathetic rambling. "Reign," he mumbles and I slap my mouth together. "I'm pleased you feel comfortable enough to do that. I want this room to be yours, to be ours."

Heat now spreads from my cheeks to my chest. "Okay."

"How was your day?"

Everett steps back to unbutton his shirt and somehow I'm drooling over his toned abs and broad shoulders all over again. Even though I've seen it all a handful of times, I will never get over the sight of him.

He is made by heaven's crafters. Who knows what the Moon Goddess was thinking when she matched him up with me. He's out of my league. Anyone can see that.

"Milo," I shake my head, remembering what happened earlier.

When I notice that his brows crease and he refuses to put on another t-shirt, I look at his eyes. "What's wrong with him?"

"Think you need to talk to him about it but he's distraught," I breathe slowly. "He met his mate."

"Oh," Everett's eyes widen. "Where is he now?"

"Sleeping off his intoxicated mind," I perch on the edge of the bed. "Things didn't really go to plan with his mate, he's really upset and I feel for him."

Everett walks towards the dresser and pulls out some clothes, placing his dirty ones in the wash basket. "I'll talk to him later."

"I think he will really need it," I wrap my arms around myself. "He told me some things about you."

His head turns slowly, over his shoulder. "Told you what exactly?"

I gulp at that tone. Shit. Maybe I shouldn't have said anything at all. And then when I don't immediately respond, he walks over to me. He stands tall, arms folded across his bare chest. Staring down at me waiting to speak.

"Just about your past and things." My mouth has become increasingly dry.

Everett quirks an eyebrow. He doesn't seem impressed. "Really... like what?"

"That-that," I can't find my voice because he looks like he's about to choke me into the bed or smack my ass raw. Shit. Why have I done this to myself? "That you struggled for a little bit with your Alpha title, that you were with other people before me. That he used to convince you to sleep with other people to make yourself feel better."

I find myself telling the truth because lying to Everett doesn't seem like the best decision right now. Especially not with that glare he's currently giving me.

Everett doesn't speak. His eyes narrow and his shoulders tighten, arms still folded across his chest. Eventually he drops his hands but then he grips my chin between his thumb and finger, pulling me to my feet.

His jaw tenses and suddenly I know I'm in deep shit. Jesus, why do I always put my foot in it?

"How would you feel if I was digging around in your past?"

Suddenly I can't breathe. He's right. I would hate it. I'd be upset, pissed off to say the least.

"That is a complete misuse of trust." His voice is dark, gravelly and for a moment I almost don't recognise it. He's beyond pissed, he's fucking furious and now I understand why. Double standards. "If you want to know anything, ask me about it. Not my brother or anyone else. From me."

I can sense his anger but it doesn't scare me. Seeing him like this excites me. Am I fucking okay or am I going insane? I can't cope with myself. With him. With this situation.

"I'm sorry," I murmur a little breathlessly.

"Sorry, huh?" He pinches my chin harder, eyes thick with desire and a needed release.

Holy shit. What is happening? He's so fucking hot when he's mad. His body tenses and his voice changes and fuck, he's making me feel things that I had no idea I could feel when I know I'm in trouble.

Heat gathers between my thighs. It spreads through the room and I know Everett can smell it. His eyes dilate quickly, they're dark and almost scary but I'm not scared of him, I'm excited for what I've got myself in for.

Everett's chest begins to heave unevenly. He drops my chin and takes my throat instead, butterflies dancing in my core. He pulls me away from the foot of the bed and shoves me down into the plush chair in the corner of the room.

I fall backwards with a thud but Everett catches my head before it hits the wall. "If you want to prove you're sorry," he teases, dropping his lips to trace the edge of my collarbone. "You'll let me have my way with you."

My back arches into his words. God, yes. Is this my punishment? I want him to punish me all day.

I nod eagerly, eyes fluttering shut as he continues to tease my neck with his delicious lips. One kiss, then two. Suddenly I'm floating, so high because he feels so damn good and he's barely touched me.

"What will it be, angel?"

"Yes," I groan as his hand tightens around my throat. "I'll show you how sorry I am."

Everett chuckles lowly. "Good girl."

I bite down on my lip. Those two words will be the death of me. I'm sure of it.

"Do you remember your safe words?"

My mouth widens to speak, I'm caught up in so much lust and desire that I want it now. So badly. "Vanilla to stop," I whisper. "Yellow to slow down."

He hums in approval and suddenly he's ripped off my leggings, along with my underwear. Then my top is gone and I'm left completely naked in the chair, he's spreading my legs and pushing me back.

I'm sure my heart is rattling outside of my chest.

I stare back at him, he's looking down at my glistening pussy. It's not news to anyone that I'm fucking soaked, even right through my panties. I can feel it. Now I feel a breeze across my wetness, Everett grunts as he holds my ankles and slides my ass closer to him.

Deep down I thought being like this would make me feel vulnerable, make me want to hide away. But I don't, I want him to see every part of me. Because it's all his and he makes me feel wanted, makes me feel seen.

He drops one of my ankles and grazes his thumb down my slit, I shudder instantly. He stares at me in awe, drinking in every part of my naked body. There is a confident smile on his lips and I can't stop flushing with heat.

"God, you're so perfect."

My head falls back to the back of the chair. I can't wrap my head around him. His words. His fingers.

Then he massages my clit with his thumb, entering two fingers inside me at the same time. A small moan escapes my lips and I curl my hands around the arms of the chair, stabilising myself for what is about to happen to my body.

At first he starts slowly, building me up. He presses his fingers inside, curling them ever so gently and pressing them directly into my g-spot, still managing to swirl the pad of his thumb around my clit.

I'm shaking, shivering. My whole body jolting with pleasure.

I cry out for him as he grunts, speeding up until I am a moaning mess. Tears are rolling down my cheeks because I am already close. It's all Everett has to do and I'm ready to blow. It's fucking embarrassing.

My ass shifts in the chair but Everett tuts at me, he moves in closer. Lowering his forehead on mine, staring straight into my eyes. Into my soul. "Don't come," he orders and I whine.

He fucks me with his fingers hard and fast, my wetness pooling everywhere. It's all over my thighs, coating the chair, running down his fingers. I am completely done for. Destroyed and I am never going to be able to piece myself together again.

"Ev," I heave deeply.

"Not yet."

He grips my throat with his spare hand and tilts me up a little, forcing our eyes back to one another again. Never have I seen him this intense but I'm loving every second of it. He rolls his finger over my clit, it's throbbing and I can't hold back much longer.

I am going to die a death of pleasure if he doesn't let me come soon.

"Please."

He grunts at my desperate plea. Lips find mine and I moan into his mouth, then I'm biting on his bottom lip. I want it so badly. I want it. No, I need it now. Now.

When his fingers speed up and I'm sure he's about to split me in half, the sounds of his finger-fucking echoes across the room loudly. So damn wet and it's all for him.

I open my mouth and release a deep moan. "That's it, angel," he coos onto my lips, devouring my groans. "Come on, give it to me."

My eyes squeeze tight and I detonate around him. I see colours, then I can taste them, I can feel them. Everything around me moulds into one, my toes curl and my fingers and I shake violently in the chair.

His hands keep me in place. Reminding me that I belong to him.

"Good girl," he whispers along my jaw. I'm throbbing all over again. "Such a good girl."

Praise. Ugh. I want it all the time. Even if I've been bad and pissed him off.

Once my orgasm leaves me high and definitely not dry, I relax into the chair but I know we're far from done. Everett's fingers leave my pussy and he pushes my legs backwards even further, stretching me completely.

"Mmmm," he hums in approval. "So damn pretty."

I'm breathing harshly when Everett leans down and covers my sensitive slit with his mouth. God, that warm tongue. I don't think I'm going to make my way out of this alive. There is no way.

My eyes gravitate to his blonde hair, my fingers knotting their way into the strands. He groans into my core when I touch him, sending vibrations straight through my spine and lighting up my brain with deep mental stimulation.

"You taste like fucking heaven, angel." He comments as his eyes flick up for a split second.

I don't even care that he's been with other people. That means he has skills like this.

The tongue brush, the light suck–oh God, oh God–the tongue fuck. He knows it all and I love that he has this experience to share on me because now I'm going to be the only person who has him like this again.

Everett releases one of my thighs and slips his finger down my bare ass cheek, he drops it lower and lower until he's swirling the tip around my asshole. Lips and tongue still latched onto my pounding clit.

"Ev," I shiver unexpectedly.

He pulls himself back slowly, his breath fanning my core. "If you don't want me to, just say."

I dig my teeth into my lip, my excitement getting the better of me. "I do," I pant. God, I really do. He promised me he'd claim my ass and this is one step closer to that. "I do."

Everett hums in satisfaction and lowers his lips back down, licking and swirling my clit around his tongue. Then with the wetness of my pussy, he pushes his finger against my ass.

My eyes close and I tell myself to relax. At first he teases the hole, running his finger around the entrance. Showing me how good it can feel because it feels damn good. Then after a few moments he pushes the tip of his finger inside and I gasp loudly.

He stops to let me readjust. It doesn't hurt. It feels strange. I've never had someone play with my ass but I'd let Everett do it all the time if he wanted. It feels different but in an unbelievably good way.

His tongue reminds me of the pure pleasure and then he pushes his fingers further inside. I can feel my ass clench around it but then he pulls out and begins to pump, that's when the pleasure starts to erupt.

"Fuck," I curse, pulling at his hair tighter.

Everett sucks and licks harder at my reaction, continuing to fuck my ass with his thick finger. It doesn't take long until I'm building again, building so high that I'm about to crumble into a thousand tiny pieces.

"Everett," I warn him. "I'm–"

"Come, angel," he murmurs into my slit. "Come in my mouth."

I arch my back when he sucks on my clit, curling his other finger inside me. Then I'm off, crying out loudly because I never knew anything could feel so damn good and dirty at the same time.

But I shamelessly love every second of it.

He pushes his finger deep into my ass and I scream. God, I'm screaming so loud I can barely hear myself because my ears have become numb.

I'm panting as I ride out my climax on Everett's face and skilled tongue. Grinding and grinding until he swallows every last drop, making sure he doesn't miss anything as I calm down.

My chest moves like a wildfire. Heavy breathing fills the room.

Before I get the chance to say anything more, Everett has flipped me onto my knees, pushing my head down into the back of the chair. I'm gasping and then he smacks my ass once, then twice. It burns. His strength fucking burns.

"Ughhh," I groan as I bury my face into the plush cushion.

Everett grabs a fistfull of my hair and yanks me back forcefully. Lips resting against my ear and he pushes my knees apart until I feel my hips are twisting. Fuck, so much wetness is sliding down my thighs right now.

"Now tell me," he whispers darkly. "Are you going to go around asking people about me rather than coming to me first?"

I swallow back a moan. "No."

He smacks my ass harder this time. "What was that?"

Tears are escaping my eyes, coating my cheeks and filling me with so much pleasure. "No, I won't."

"Damn right you won't," he tightens his grip on my hair.

Another smack. My skin is on fire and the satisfaction is off the scale. I never knew I enjoyed spanking as much as I did, especially from Everett and his sexy voice, hands and everything else.

"I'm sorry," I whisper. "I won't do it again. I promise. I promise."

Everett growls into my ear, his hand sliding down my back until fingers are at the entrance of my asshole again. "Your punishment next time won't be as pleasurable as this one," he plunges them deep inside me, I scream out at the sensation. "I can promise you that."

He's fucking my ass with his fingers quick and rough. I'm biting down on the cushion to drown out my overbearing moans but Everett pulls back my head. "Don't hide your pleasure from me, angel," he grumbles. "I want every last moan."

My head is tilted back and when his fingers are buried deep inside me, I am screaming with unnerved pleasure. "That's it," he coos. "Good girl. Such a good fucking girl."

I focus on his fingers, the ones that are stretching my ass. New pleasure. New feelings.

"Touch yourself," he orders gruffly.

My fingers move to my swollen pussy. It's sensitive and raw but I touch it anyway. He wants me to and I want to please him.

"Yes," he says thickly. "Just like that, angel."

When my eyes close, I find my exhaustion beginning to cloud. Sweat covering every inch of my body but I still push back onto Everett's hand and let my fingers massage my clit quickly.

I bite my lip. It's coming. God I'm so close.

"Come for me," he whispers in my ear and nibbles on my lobe. "Show me how much you want it."

My chest constricts and I move my hand faster, he does the same until all I can feel is pure pleasure all around me. Eyes watering, body shaking and legs twitching. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

Overload. Too much stimulation.

I can hardly breathe. I ca–fuck this hurts–n't keep going.

"Vanilla," I exhale jaggedly. "Vanilla. No more, I can't. No more."

The words are barely coming out of my mouth properly but Everett hears and removes his fingers from me instantly. My body falls limp into the chair but he catches me with his strong arms and pulls me into his warm chest.

He kisses me over and over. Throbbing still taking place between my thighs.

I'm struggling to catch my breath, Everett smooths back my hair and presses his lips to my forehead, to my nose and to my cheeks. "I got you, angel. I got you."

I snuggle further into his chest. Using his scent and the warmth of his inner wolf to calm me down. Two minutes to breathe. That's all I need. A few minutes to breathe.

"Are you hurt?"

My head shakes. "No, I just need air."

Everett hums and nudges my head so he can stare me directly in the eye. It's obvious he's concerned but I offer him a smile in return. He might have pushed me to my limit but he didn't push me over the limit and I used my safeword like he said.

"I think I learnt my lesson," I whisper playfully.

He nudges his head into mine in response. "I am an open book. If you want to ask me anything, I'll tell you. Nothing is a secret between us. Absolutely nothing." His voice is determined and I know he's telling the truth.

Then he seals his words with another forehead kiss, my eyes shutting again with comfort.

"Come on," he says gently. "Let's get you cleaned up."

He pulls me up into his arms and carries me straight to the shower without another word.

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