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“You’re staying with me,” he grunts as he squeezes the wheel.
I don’t want to go back to the inn. No way. I just want to argue with him some more so I can see how possessive and territorial he gets with me. It’s such a turn on to see him like that. It’s so sexy.
I still can’t believe he fought those two scary wolf shifters for me. He got injured for me. And he’s not complaining about the pain or blaming me for causing all the trouble. He takes it all with grace and a happiness to serve his mate. There aren’t a lot of men left like him in the world, and this one is mine.
It’s still not sinking in quite yet.
“You don’t have to do that,” he says as we roll down the dark road. If it wasn’t for his headlights, we wouldn’t be able to see anything.
“Do what?”
“Pretend like you’re not looking.”
I shift in my seat as I stare straight ahead. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
He laughs and I whip my head around to glare at him. He’s so hot in the blue glow of his dashboard. I can’t help but steal another look at his stomach.
“Your eyes keep darting back and forth like one of those old black and white Kit-Cat Klocks,” he says with amusement in his low voice. “I’m your mate, Mary. My body is as much yours as it is mine. Look at it all you want.”
My pulse starts racing as I call his bluff. I shift in my seat and lean my back on the door, so I can look at him comfortably.
He doesn’t move or flinch as I soak in the beautiful view of him driving shirtless. His tattooed arm is extended, showing off the muscular curve of his tricep. My mouth starts to water as I take in as much of it as I can.
My fingertips are tingling with the desire to touch him. I desperately want to lean forward and run my hand along his arm, over his stomach, up his chest, around his shoulders, down his muscular thigh… I want to touch every inch of him. I’m getting even wetter just from thinking about it.
His body tightens and he inhales deeply. I gulp when I see his knuckles turn white from squeezing the steering wheel. Can he…smell it?
“So, shifters have quick healing?” I ask as my head starts to go light.
All I’m wondering is if he can smell my arousal. For some reason, I’m not embarrassed about this. I honestly wouldn’t mind if he did.
“Yes,” he grunts. The word is strained. Every breath of his is forced now. It’s like he’s holding himself back for me and struggling to do it.
“And you have enhanced senses?”
“Yeah.”
His chest is flexed as he inhales deeply again. The throb between my legs gets deeper and hotter. It’s so intense that I have to squirm around in my seat to ease some of it.
“So, like hearing, sight, and… smell?”
His head turns and his dark eyes lock onto mine. He’s brimming with intensity. I can feel the need and desire pouring out of him and onto me.
I swallow hard as I stare back at him. “What can you smell?”
“Everything.”
The eye contact is crippling. It breaks me. It makes me even more wet. More horny for him. The throbbing down there is out of control now that I know he can smell my arousal.
Those big dark eyes drop down to my pussy and he groans hungrily. The throb deepens. I could cum with a little more of this. It’s all it would take.
His eyes dart back outside and then onto mine. “Yes, Mary,” he says in a sexy growl. “I can smell your sweet little pussy getting nice and wet for me.”
I gulp. “You can?”
His eyes return to the road and I take the opportunity to glance down at his crotch. There’s a thick—and I mean thick—outline of his long monster cock running along his thigh.
“Yes. I can.” He takes another deep inhale through his nose and my cheeks flush so red they burn. “Fuck, that smells good.”
“You like the smell?”
Oh shit, girl. Why do you keep talking?
“Like it?” he says as he turns to me, his eyes full of torment. “It’s pure torture to be engulfed in your intoxicating smell and not being able to do anything about it.”
“What do you want to do?”
I don’t know why I keep talking, but the words keep coming out. Maybe it’s because he’s my mate and deep down I feel comfortable around him, knowing in my heart that he would never hurt me, or maybe it’s because this shirtless man is the hottest thing I’ve ever seen, or maybe it’s because I’m just a horndog after all and it’s finally coming out.
He runs his hand along his bearded jaw as his head tilts and he looks at me with sly brown eyes. “Do you want me to show you?”
