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She wrapped her hands around his neck, sucking a breath as he thrust deep inside her pussy. Feral with lust, she submitted, wrapping her legs around his waist as he drove himself deeper. As he stretched her open, her head tilted backwards, exposing her neck. His lips trailed along her collarbone, and her wolf howled in delight.

“Yes, oh Goddess, please,” Willa cried as his pelvis brushed over her clit and her climax drew closer.

“Hunter…I need…” You. Passion swirled in his eyes as she pleaded for mercy. “Please…I’m going to…yes, just like that. Hunter, please.”

“Willa,” he growled.

“I’m so…oh Goddess.” Breathless, she arched her back, tilting her hips upward in rhythm with his. She struggled to keep her orgasm at bay, utterly immersed as his thick cock filled her.

“You belong with me. Do you feel it? Ah, Goddess, yeah.” His lips traveled to her shoulder.

“Hunter,” Willa cried out loud. She bared her neck, willingly submitting to the Alpha. As his teeth clamped down onto her shoulder, her orgasm tore through her. She writhed beneath Hunter, taking in every hard inch of him. Willa’s fingernails stabbed into his skin, her pussy tightening around his cock as he slammed inside her once more. She trembled, her body tingling from her head to her toes as waves of her orgasm rushed through her.

Mate . She’d submitted. He’d claimed her. Emotion twisted through Willa as her mind spun with the implications. There would be no turning back. Hunter was forever hers.

Chapter Nine

His name on her lips rung in his ears as he slammed inside her tight pussy. The sting of her fingernails drove him to thrust harder. As she shook with orgasm beneath him, he thrust a final time, coming hard. Her ethereal energy rushed through him, his Queen demonstrating her power.

Fuck, fuck, fuck, he inwardly told himself as he stilled, shivering from the last tendrils of his orgasm. Hunter released his bite and buried his face into her chest. Challenge accepted; he’d taken his mate. Only for a second had he considered the ramifications of his actions, but the fierce instinctual urge won out over logic.

Hunter rolled onto his back, bringing her with him. He panted for breath, brushing a kiss to the top of her head.

“Alpha,” she whispered, her warm breath grazing over his chest as sleep claimed her.

Hunter slowly released the air from his lungs, staring up at the pressed tin ceiling, his mind racing. Royalty. Willa’s confession brought back childhood memories. Hunter’s parents had told them the tales. A family who begot the origin of wolves. While some had believed them to be hiding in seclusion, others simply discounted their existence. And now, the princess lay sleeping within his arms. My mate. He’d lost control and marked her as his own.

Doubt seeded in his mind as it spun with the ramifications of his actions. It wasn’t the hellfire flowing through her veins that concerned him. Rogue. She’d lived a life on her own without pack for over a hundred years. She’d chosen to live in solitude among humans. Strong willed, she’d do as she wished, and he questioned if she’d ever truly submit. Sexually, allowing his bite was instinctual. Within the context of pack, she’d be tested and could easily choose independence over the family of wolves.

If he was forced to walk away from her, he suspected his ability to lead could falter. Logically he told himself it didn’t matter. He barely knew Willa, yet it could kill him to abandon her.

Hunter shoved away the negative thoughts, embracing the exhilaration that coursed through his veins. As he drifted to sleep, he breathed in the scent of his mate, his beast content.

Suspecting they’d be making a trip to New Orleans, Hunter had arranged to have his home stocked with food while he was in Wyoming. Although he owned a home in the bayou, he’d decided to stay at his home in the French Quarter, closer to Samantha’s coven. He’d always loved the multicultural city, partaking in both its music and art. He excelled as a concert pianist, but it was the Alpha’s cunning skills collecting and selling antiques that had earned him his fortune over the years.

Hunter’s stomach growled as he opened the refrigerator and searched for something to eat. He selected a few blocks of cheese and some prosciutto, his thoughts returning to Willa. Claiming her hadn’t been so much of a plan as more of an instinct. He could have cared less about the hellfire, but his pack would bring scrutiny. Her claims of royal blood might breed jealousy and challenges. Without seeing her fight as a wolf, the outcome was uncertain.

Hunter placed the food on the counter and turned to the pantry, retrieving crackers and a soft plastic honey bear. He eyed the fresh loaf of French bread he’d had delivered and reached for a serrated knife. As he heard the creak on the wooden floor, he spun fast as lightning, withdrawing a razor-sharp chef’s knife from the block and pointing it at the intruder.

“Miss me?” Viktor asked with a smile.

“Jesus Christ, you need to stop doing that.” Hunter set the knife on the counter and continued his task. He reached for wine glasses and set them down onto the black granite.

“You always seem surprised. I really don’t get it. You’re friends with my brother. You know how it works. Flash in. Flash out.”

“Yeah well, it appears I’ve picked up another blood sucker.”

“When you put it that way it sounds quite nice. You sure are a sweet talker.”

“If the shoe fits.”

Viktor cocked his head and rolled his eyes, noting Hunter’s lack of clothing. “Wolves.”

“What’s your issue?” Hunter opened the wine vault and sighed. “Hmm. Domaine Leroy Richebourg Grand Cru?”

“The wolf doesn’t wear pants, but he knows his wine.”

“Chateau Petrus Pomeraol?”