"I-I uhhh," he manages to stammer out.

He blinks a few times and shakes his head slightly as he tries to collect himself. It was so unlike him, to be so unsure and unable to speak. I mentally high-five myself, knowing I've got him right where I want him.

His hands trail up along my thighs absentmindedly, like he has no control over them, until they plant themselves at the swell of my hips. The feeling of his calloused hands against my soft skin sends shivers down my spine as the heat between my legs intensifies.

Feeling bold, I slowly lift one leg at a time and place my heels on the armrests of his chair, leaving myself open to him, with nothing between us but my lacy thong. His pupils have completely consumed the normal grey of his eyes and his canines have elongated until they were poking his bottom lip.

His wolf is fighting for control, and by the looks of it, Maddox is about to lose that fight.

"I-I-" he tries, once again failing.

I smirk and quirk my eyebrow at him before leaning forward a little more, subtly pushing my breasts closer to his face.

"You what, Maddox?" I murmur. "Forgot your words?"

His eyes travel down slowly from my face, stopping to admire his mark on my neck, before making their way to my cleavage.

My breasts feel heavy, my nipples harden under his gaze, all but trying to rip free of their lacy cage.

"I thought we agreed we would wait," he manages to mutter, his voice rough.

"That was before I woke up feeling like my whole body was on fire. I told you I need you. Unless..."

"Unless what?"

He slides one of his hands up from my waist, never breaking contact with my skin, and slides my bra strap that had apparently fallen off my shoulder back into place. I think he's going to put his hand back on my hip, but instead, he trails it along my collarbone, across the exposed skin of my chest, down between the valley of my breasts, and tugs softly at the fabric with his index fingers.

His touch leaves a trail of chills and raised flesh behind.

"Unless you want me to find someone else to assist me?" I taunt breathlessly.

A low growl hums in his throat and he bares his teeth at the idea. His hand that's still on my hip tightens, gripping my flesh hard enough to leave a bruise behind.

"No," he snarls.

"Please, Maddox. I want you," I pant.

His expression softens when he sees the desperation in my gaze, but I can see the worry return.

"My life is dangerous. If we do this, there's no going back," he tells me.

I already knew that and had accepted the baggage that came with being mated to him a long time ago.

"I know. I still want this. I... I love you," I respond hesitantly.

My stomach clenches nervously when the words leave my mouth, but I can't hold them back anymore.

"Good. I love you, too," he grins back wolfishly.

The lust is temporarily forgotten, replaced briefly with the warm feeling those three words brought me- I could feel our bond growing stronger already- but it quickly returns with a vengeance when Maddox finally puts his lips on mine with an open mouthed kiss.

The kiss becomes needy and carnal in an instant. Our tongues thrash wildly against each other, fighting for dominance, as we paw frantically at the other, groping at any skin we can.

I rip his tie off and toss it to the floor before tearing at the buttons of his shirt. He shrugs it off his shoulders and down his arms, onto the chair behind him.

His hands cup my boobs and he pulls the fabric of my bra down with his thumbs, exposing my nipples.

I arch my back into him, eager for his touch as he caresses the sensitive buds.

My hands reach for his belt, fumbling clumsily to unbuckle it, but I manage, and his pants fall to the floor with the rest of his clothes, leaving him in only his boxers. I pull away to catch my breath, both of us panting and gasping.

I can't help but bite my lip when I finally get a good look at him. Fuck, he's sexy. His broad chest is heaving in sync with mine and I can't help but admire the way his muscles ripple under his skin. Even the hundreds of little scars that mar his torso and arms are sexy and simply added to his rugged appeal.

I silently thank Hecate and the moon goddess for making this one all mine.

After my breathing evens out slightly, though still heavy, I reach for him again, tugging at the waistband of his boxers, but he grips my wrist in his hand to stop me.

I pout up at him, hurt by his refusal.

"Our first time is not going to be on my office desk," he says.

"Why? At least now you'll have something fun to think about when you're in here," I grin salaciously at him.

"Exactly," he responds as he picks me up off the desk.

I squeal and laugh as he starts to carry me out, leaving our discarded clothes strewn across the room.

"I'm already going to have a hard enough time focusing after your little stunt there. I won't get any work done at all if I can't stop thinking about fucking you on my desk."

My mouth finds his neck as he weaves through the maze of hallways to our rooms, sucking on it as I leave a mark of my own. I'm slightly embarrassed when I realize anyone could be walking these halls and pray that nobody sees us, but all thoughts of modesty leave my mind when Maddox spanks my ass roughly.

I moan against his neck and pull at his curls in response. He slams the bedroom door shut with his foot and drops me gently onto the bed. I whimper at the loss of his touch and prop myself up on my elbows to see what he's doing.

He opens the drawer on his nightstand and pulls out a small foil packet, causing me to blush. When he notices the expression on my face, he smiles shyly at me.

"I swear I didn't expect this or anything, I just wanted to play it safe. Don't wanna bring pups into the world when we're on the brink of war and all that."

"No, that's smart," I smile back at him, but my nerves start to hit me again.

We're really going to do this.

He sits down on the bed next to me and pulls my face into his hands, placing a soft kiss on the corner of my mouth.

"Just tell me if you want to stop," hey says, looking down at me with concern.

I can only nod in agreement, too afraid to speak.

He places his mouth on mine again, lightly at first, but we quickly work ourselves back into a passionate frenzy like we had before.

Maddox slowly pushes me back against the pillows, keeping his lips on mine as he holds himself above me, our chests pressed together. He takes one of the hands cupped around my jaw and traces it with a feather light touch down the length of my body until it reaches the waistband of my panties.

My breathing hitches as his fingers dip below the fabric, lightly stroking them against me. I sigh against his mouth at the contact.

He pushes one finger inside me, earning himself a moan, and pumps it in and out slowly, torturously. I try to close my legs to create some sort of friction, anything to alleviate the ache that's building between them, but he just pushes them apart with his free hand.

He slips another finger in and I start to grind myself against his hand. Just when I feel myself building towards sweet relief, he pulls them out.

"Please fuck me," I mewl up at him.

"Impatient little thing, aren't you?" He teases.

He pulls away slightly to tug his boxers off and slide the condom over himself. I've seen it before. Hell, I've had it in my mouth, but now looking at it, I feel a mix of confusion and horror as I try to figure out how it's supposed to fit.

"Don't worry, we'll take it slow," he says, noticing my trepidation.

He discards my lingerie with ease and leans back over me, placing himself at my entrance.

"Are you sure?" He says again.

"Absolutely," I whisper as I feel him rub his length against me.

My breathing quickens as he separates my folds, holding himself there for a moment. I notice his breath is shaky, too, and I place a kiss on his jaw, hoping to ease his own nervousness. He enters me slowly, giving me only a little bit of him so that I can adjust.

It's uncomfortable, but it doesn't hurt as badly as I thought it would.

"It's okay. I'm okay," I encourage him.

He starts pumping slowly as we both figure out our rhythm. I close my legs around his waist, eager to have him as close to me as possible.

The now familiar ache returns full force and I feel myself close to the edge, close to the release I've been dying for.

"Fuck, you feel good," he groans, his voice strained.

"Harder," is my only response.

He quickens the pace, both of us rocking together, against each other, pushing each other to ecstasy.

It's a strange feeling- although it's the first time for both of us, there's no awkwardness, no uncertainty like I feared. We were made for each other in literally every way. We knew each other's bodies better than we knew our own and being together in this way was as easy as breathing.

Maddox twists his hips in a way that hits my core so perfectly, I moan loudly, gripping the headboard above me for support.

"Holy shit, Maddox," I cry. "Just like that."

He repeats the motion several times until my vision is blurring and I'm crying out my release. He finds his own at the same time and collapses next to me, both of us sweaty and gasping for air.