Page 52 of Bewitching the Wolf

“My wolf would use force if I let it.”

“No… you wouldn’t hurt me.”

“I wouldn’t. Don’t you fucking see?” He’s pacing now. “These forces are unbalanced inside me, Tip. It wants you, just as much as I do. But it won’t care if it hurts you. And I’m not sure I can control it.”

“You would be able to, Jax. Please…” I almost sob, realizing how flagrantly I am lying here, legs akimbo, my juices and a smear of my virgin blood on my thigh.

He looks down and his gaze darkens. His lips twist.

“Gods, cover yourself up,” he snarls.

Shame bites into me, more painful than his fangs could ever be.

He turns, heads for the door. “I need to get out of here before it takes over.”

“Jax, let me help you integrate, let me…” It’s my last desperate attempt to stall him.

For a moment he pauses, then he turns and I see I feel the struggle in the depths of his eyes, burning him up. And then his lips twist. “You can’t help me, Tip. No-one can.”

Then he bounds for the door, wrenches it open and is gone.

Leaving me with nothing but my hurt pride and my humming pussy, still needing him to touch me, take me, possess me.

As my skin cools and I stare around at the crumpled pages of the legend of Agdar and Leonora, reality bites hard.

I’ve been so unprofessional. Jax is my client. Even if I’ve had a crush on him for years, that was still totally not on. I behaved like a little whore.

I am so, so ashamed.

But there’s worse…

There’s no hiding from the truth anymore.

It’s not only Jax who I want.

I want his wolf as well.

JAX

I bound out of the den and run like all the demons of hell are at my heels.

My cock is still throbbing and desperate, and my wolf is like a wild beast inside me, snapping and snarling.

It scented her virginity and it was primed and ready to claim her.

It wouldn’t have cared if it hurt her.

And worst of all, human me was so close to giving in to those wolf instincts. It took every last thread of self-control I had left in me to stop. To just get out of there.

Away from temptation.

Gods, forgive me.

Fuckwit, you had her right there, laid out like a fucking feast. And you had to take the moral high ground, my wolf rants.

You would have been rough with her.

They like it rough.