Page 42 of Mark of the Wolf


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“Tell me what you need.”

“You.”

His eyes snapped open. They were like two shining points in the blackest night.

Anson broke his embrace. The absence of his lips on mine made me ache. It was too cold without him.

He rubbed his thumb over his bottom lip, wiping away my blood.

“It’s going to take over,” he said. “You’re strong, Tempest. God. You’re almost invincible. But not even you can hold on once you’re in Heat. There’s no one else who can bring you through it.”

“You’re not the only shifter out there,” I said. It was a tease. At least a little. But his eyes went dark. He let out a threatening snarl. Then he pounced.

I had lit the fuse. Now we both might burn.

“There is no one,” he said, his voice a primal growl. “No one else. Not for you. Not ever. I’ll kill him. Do you understand me?”

His hands were rough as he pulled me to him. I began to melt. The heat between my legs blossomed.

“Oh, God.”

“If any other wolf so much as looks at you, I’ll tear him apart.”

“OH…”

He slid a hand down the front of my jeans, dipping one finger into my wetness.

“You won’t say it with these lips,” he said, running his thumb gently across my mouth. “But you’ll say it with these.”

He teased me. Running his index finger into my slick folds.

“You aren’t the only Alpha wolf,” I said, daring him. I wanted his darkness. God help me. I wanted to push him as far as he would go.

He tugged at my jeans, ripping them off of me. I threw my head back, thrusting against him. His hand was at the back of my neck, curving my whole body toward him.

He shredded my panties, exposing my secrets. I was dripping. Molten.

“Get on your fucking knees,” he commanded. “Now!”

Yes. Oh, yes. This.

I would let him wreck me. I ached for him. Pulsed for him. My swollen sex pulsed for him.

“Look at you,” he said, taking a step back. He stalked me as I went on my hands and knees before him. My breasts heaved. He reached for the straps of my tank top and pulled them apart, tearing it off me as if the fabric were made of tissue paper.

And so I was stark naked, crawling before him. Needing him. Begging him with my body even if I couldn’t say the words.

“Look at you,” he said. “This is what you want. It’s what you are.”

“Oh,” I groaned.

“Now try to tell me some other wolf could make you feel like I do. Say it.”

“Please,” I gasped.

He unbuttoned his jeans. His engorged cock sprang forth. A tiny bead glistened at the tip.

I could do it. Right here. Tonight. We’d been so close before. Maybe it was the answer. The way to make him let me in once and for all. I would serve him. Crawl for him. And then I would take what I was owed.

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