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“What doyouwant?”
“I want to become a veterinarian. I want to get a bachelor’s degree and then apply for vet schools. I even have the application for my school and everything ready, but my father won’t let me.”
“That explains why you are so good with the dogs.”
“Yeah, well, animals love me. I used to volunteer at this animal shelter close to home and the volunteer coordinator told me he would hire me as a part-time worker after I started college. I’m a little—no, a lot—sad I won’t ever get to see the animals again. If my dad hadn’t—”
Roland’s arms close tightly around me and for a moment I don’t think anyone could ever pry him off me, even with heavy machinery. His enormous body would shield me from anyone who tried to take me away.
“Have you ever fought a wolf?” I ask suddenly.
Roland is silent for a while as though trying to make sense of my words and follow my train of thought, before he finally responds. “I can’t say I have. There are no wolves around here.”
“Oh,” I reply, weirdly disappointed by that fact. “Where did you get the scars on your shoulders, then? I saw them before climbing into bed.”
Roland tenses next to me and for a second, I wonder if he’s even going to answer. When he finally speaks, his voice is heavy. “I got them when I was serving in a special forces unit years ago.”
“How long ago was that?” I ask, pushing back so I can look into his eyes. They are dark and show very little of his emotions but they’re not cold at all. Not nearly as cold as my father’s.
“I was in for ten years, but I got the scars in my third year on the job.”
“And you still went back.”
“I don’t quit,” he whispers, his eyes dropping to my lips before jumping back up to meet my eyes again. “When I want something, I keep going for it, even when it wears me out. I don’t quit.”
He’s not talking about the military anymore. I can feel it in the way he’s watching me.
“But you left, right? Maybe not right away but you did, eventually.”
“I guess something in me was just done with it.”
“What about now?”
“Now?”
“Yeah, have you found something that you want more than you did back then?”
“Back then, my desires and my needs—none of them comecloseto what I want right now,” he whispers, cupping my cheek before leaning down and pressing his lips to mine.
My first kiss.
My lips part under his, unsure of what to do, but Roland doesn’t have the same problem. He takes control of the kiss. A shudder wracks my body when he sits up and pulls me onto his lap to straddle him before taking possession of my lips once more.
He kisses me like he’s starved. The heat and longing from earlier flood back in a storm and my stomach clenches with need as he kisses me. I slide a hand around his neck and touch his soft hair, leaning blindly into the kiss. My chest heaves as I gently rock myself on his lap before my movements grow fevered.
A coyote howls in the distance, and the sound is followed by a series of yips and barks; none of it scares me anymore as I arch against Roland, needing to feel his skin flush against mine.
“Fuck, baby,” he says roughly, tearing his mouth away from mine to speak. “You’re so perfect. I don’t know what I did to deserve you, but I will not give you back to them. You’re mine now, Melissa.”
I whimper when he slips his fingers under my hoodie to cup my breasts with his large hands, teasing my nipples with the rough pads of his thumbs until I writhe with need in his lap. I can feel him growing hard beneath me as I rock against his cock.
“Roland, Oh—” I cry. He grabs the hem of the hoodie and yanks it over my head before drawing me flush against him once more.
“I am not going to stop at a simple kiss, sweetheart. You know that, right?”
“I don’t want you to.”
“Good, because I don’t plan to stop until I’ve tasted you on my tongue. I bet your swollen sex tastes sweet enough to melt in my mouth.”
