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He took a step closer, so close the heat of his body soaked through my clothes. Warrick was always hot, his skin like a furnace. “They like the way I fuck, dove. I guarantee you would too.”

A rush of heat pulsed through me, because I suspected he was right about that.

“Say it,” he growled out.

“What?” Again, I was pushing him like a goddamned fool. I knew better.

“Yes.”

His deep voice reverberated through me. I gritted my teeth.

“Say yes,” he commanded, ordering me to submit, to give myself to him.

I shook my head, because suddenly my mouth was too dry to speak.

“Female, if you gave yourself to me, I wouldn’t put my dick in anyone else ever again, only you,” he said just as growly.

I swallowed, trying to get moisture back into my mouth. “Such a romantic.”

His brows lowered and he snarled a warning. Anyone else would know they were on thin ice. I lacked self-preservation, and honestly, common sense around this male. My self-control wasn’t great either, which was one of the reasons I’d been staying the hell away from him lately.

“You ran from me the other night in the clearing. I smelled your blood.” His expression darkened. “And I smelled the fox.”

“You know why I was there. I have my new task…” I straightened. “And apparently, it involves you.”

Chapter 4

Warrick

Willow followed me up the stairs, and her scent reached out to me. I breathed her down deep, and like always, being anywhere near my dove drove the beast closer to the surface.

I bit back a possessive snarl. If anyone else had banged on my door the way she had, spitting fire and attitude, I would have kicked them the fuck out. But that was the last thing I wanted. I liked her fire. It made my dick hard. She’d tried to hide it, but she didn’t like the idea of me fucking other females, and I liked that too. Maybe it would get her to stop fighting what she truly wanted and give herself to me.

Or at least stop her from running.

I gritted my teeth when another wave of her scent reached me—the shampoo she used, mixed with an oil she favored, a flower of some kind, along with the natural scent of her skin…and her cunt. I sucked it down like an addict, taking a desperately needed hit. I wanted to bury my face against the sweet spot just below her ear and my cock between her thighs, and fucking live there, breathing her in and fucking her for the rest of eternity.

I’d been waiting for her to come to me, to finally work out she was mine, and the fact that she was here over some bullshit involving my brother and his female, pissed me the hell off. I’d hoped that when she came to me again, it would be to ask me to service her tight little body, not disturb my brother while he rutted with his mate.

As we walked down the hall, we passed rooms, some with their doors shut, others wide open. Most of them were occupied. The sounds of fucking, of females getting off, and getting off good, filled the narrow space.

Willow snorted.

I glanced back, brow raised.

She rolled her eyes. “They’re faking it, or at least some of them are.”

I shook my head.

Her lips curled in a smirk. “You’re in denial, alpha.”

I turned to her. “You think they come here to chitchat? Our dicks are big, and we know what to do with them. And they curve.” I held out my hand, bending my fingers up slightly, giving her a demonstration. “We also love eating pussy.”

My dove froze, blinking up at me.

I took enjoyment from her shocked expression, then noticed how the pulse at the base of her throat fluttered faster—and the scent of her cunt grew heavier. My dove was turned on, and whether she would admit it or not, it was my job to ease that need. “Say it,” I said again, closing the space between us as need and possessiveness pulsed through me. “Say, yes. You know you want to.”

“Pass,” she said, the color of her cheeks darkening.