Page 54 of Mark of the Wolf


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“X.”

“No,” he said. “I can’t let him out. I won’t.”

“X!” I kissed him again, more savage this time, biting his bottom lip. “You know me. You’ve always known me. And I’ve always known you. You are X. He’s part of you. He belongs to you. And he belongs to me. Don’t you see? You’re X. And you’re Anson. They’re both halves of you. And you make me whole.”

“Tempest!”

I rubbed against him, stoking his flame. Yes. I wanted to play with fire. I wanted him to make me burn. He was the only one who could.

“It’s always been you,” I said. “Just you. My first. My last. My only. You don’t have to hide your nature from me. And for the first time in my life I understand. I don’t have to hide my nature anymore, either.”

He let out a low growl. His wolf eyes glinted. His fangs began to drop.

“Yes,” I purred. His hands came up. He threaded them through my hair, pulling my head back, exposing my throat.

“Yes!”

The answer had been right there in front of us the whole time. He was X. He was Anson. And I wanted it all.

He was quick and strong, lifting me off my feet. My head spun as he flung me over his shoulder. Quick as a whip, he smacked my ass, making me squeal. Making me grow instantly wet for him.

“No!” I cried. “Not here.” He was headed into the spare bedroom on the first floor. But I was an Alpha of Wild Lake. I would claim my birthright under the light of the moon.

“The lake,” I gasped. “Hurry!”

The world was a blur. Anson ran out the back door and we were at the water’s edge within seconds. I tore at his clothes. He tore at mine.

I wanted. Needed. Had to have…

“Tempest,” he growled.

I took a step back, marveling at his naked form. He was Anson. He was X. X’s scars. X’s size. Anson’s face. His eyes. His heart. And then there was X’s darkness. The thing I’d craved for so long. That came to me in my dreams. Broke me. Bent me. Molded me. Trained me to serve him. But in doing so, I finally understood.

For everyone else, I was Tempest McGraw. An Alpha of Wild Lake. The most powerful female shifter ever born to these packs. A leader in my own right.

But Anson was my Alpha. I was his submissive. I didn’t have to be strong for him. I was strong with him. I could expose the deepest parts of my soul to him. I could be weak. I could be vulnerable. I could…trust….

He took a step toward me. No. He stalked toward me, letting his full power out. Oh, God. His power. Dominant. Possessive. Sexy as fuck.

“Do you have to be told?” he said, his voice dripping with seductive command.

“Yes,” I whispered, taunting him. Daring him to take control.

“On your knees, Tempest,” he said. The corners of his sensual mouth lifted into a smirk. He stroked himself. His cock had doubled in length and girth. My God. I’d never seen him so big before. My walls ached to be stretched.

“Get. On. Your. Knees!” His bark sent a shockwave through me. It settled right between my legs, making me drip for him.

I did as he commanded.

He came to me. I looked up at him in the way I knew he loved. Then I opened my mouth and took him in.

Stroking. Sucking. My fuse was lit. I pulled him deeper into me, gripping the back of his thighs as I pleasured him with my mouth. I knew I would do it as long as he wanted. I would not make another move until he commanded it. I loved the way he groaned, throwing his head back, standing with his legs apart, hands on his hips as I serviced him.

Then, he reached down, grabbed me by the waist and pulled me off of him. I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand, tasting him still.

“Show me,” he whispered. I laid on my back and spread my legs wide. He grabbed my ankles, splaying my legs wide into a vee. He inspected me. Running a finger along my slick folds. Tasting me.

“What are you?” he said. Oh, God. It all came back. Those nights we spent in the barn. As he taught me how to pleasure him. As he taught me what I really was.

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