Page 73 of UNAwere

Because you’re going to be bonded to my alpha. And you’re going to live in Primrose. And the Weres here aren’t going to be so forgiving.

Then why choose Nolan’s daughters? Why allow me to offer myself? Why do any of this, knowing full well we’re Luminaire and we’re not as connected to Were customs?

Because Alpha Warner seeks to change that. And you’re just the beginning.

He crashes into me this time, and I huff, all breath lost as we tumble to the ground. I snap at him, catching his jaws between mine.

Fight harder, Red. He reverses our grapple until he’s the one with my jaws between his.

You’re being mean.

Am I? He bites down harder, and I yelp.

Yes!

You can submit.

You’d like that.

I would.

I shove him off me and get back to my feet. My jaw is aching, and my foot hurts from where he stepped on it.

You big lug, I mumble.

Let it take over, Red.

Let what take over?

That anger you’re feeling. Let it flood your system. And take it out on me.

No. That’s happened before, and I don’t want to do that again. It’s not me. I’m not a fighter.

You are, sweetheart.

I ignore him, swivelling away. But he’s already upon me, nipping at my hind leg. I swing around, snarling, and he snarls back.

Use it, he commands.

I’m tired.

It’s close to sunset, and we’ve been in this field for what feels like hours.

I need to be able to tell Warner you’re capable.

I am capable. You know that.

He snaps at me again, his teeth grating against my shoulder, and I grunt, swinging on him. I tackle him to the ground, opening my jaws around his throat, the way he did to me not that long ago. He groans, eyes flashing, and sheds. I’m suddenly holding his human throat between my maw, and I feel the primal side of me roar in appreciation for the man beneath me.

This beautiful, gorgeous man.

My wolf self falls off me, and I’m breathing hard, his throat against my mouth, his hands clutching my back. They slip down to my arse and squeeze, and I sigh, hearing him hum in appreciation.

I sit up, panting, and stare down at him. And then I wrap my hand around his throat, and his eyes roll back, a deep, heady groan thrumming through his chest. His fingers tighten against my skin, mirroring how I tighten my hold on him.

I can feel how wet I am, my body immediately responding to his, and I can feel the same effect is happening to him, his cock pressing against the inside of my thigh. His scent is in my nose, his taste on my tongue. And I love it. I love it so much, it scares me.

Hands shaking, I pull away, getting off him.