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My wolf wanted to make him mine in every way.
The human part of me—the soft-hearted part still fighting back tears—wanted, no, needed, mysakanawith every fiber of my being.
He whispered against my lips, “We got some time. You feel up to makin’ out for a while?”
Making out?From what I felt coming off him, he was up for more than kissing. I scraped my canines over his bottom lip and breathed in his breathy groan, tasting the need in him.
Gods, yes, I needed him, too.
Not in the screwed-up way I’d thought I’dneededTillman. The need I’d tried to satisfy was giving him what I’d thoughtheneeded, because he said heneededit while he didn’t give a second thought to me ormyneeds.
I sucked at Seff’s lip, then teased his tongue with mine. A shiver of desire passed through him and settled deep inside me.
I could stand back now and look at my messed-up relationship with Tillman. He had promised to fulfill all my dreamy, young female fantasies. Instead, he’d made it his goal in life to crush my spirit.
But desire—the burning, overwhelming, all-out desire I felt for Seff—I’d never felt that for Till. Not once. Not ever.
A long sigh full of wasted regret seemed to leak from my lungs.
“Desarae?” A rough hand lifted my chin.
Once my eyes locked onto Seff’s, I smiled. “Will making out lead to getting naked? I really want to get naked with you,” I whispered back.
His broad smile caused his dark eyes to curve into those adorable crescent moons. “You betcha.”
He was so beautiful, perfectly male, and all I could ever want. My insides throbbed with the wild pounding of my heart. I tilted my chin up and offered him a sly grin.
“Race you.”
He didn’t let me win. Halfway along the rough wooden walkway, he picked me up and tossed me over his shoulder like I weighed not much over one of the twins. His heavy boots pounded down the snow-covered planks straight to my yurt. I sensed everyone else watching us, and I didn’t care. Once inside, he kicked the door closed and set me on my feet. I yanked off my sweater in a mad rush and tossed it on the futon. I toed off my boots and my socks, unbuttoned my jeans and stripped them off, kicking them away as I went. All I had left was my cami and underwear. I turned, expecting Seff to be naked, but he stood there...staring.
No, not staring—gazing—awestruck—speechless.
A flash of tingles spread across my skin.
Nothing about the way he looked at me was disapproving. Or disgusted. Or disappointed. There was not one hint of criticism in his unfiltered gaze. Seff was a good male. A worthy mate. Mysakana. Forever.
“No one has looked at me the way you look at me.” My voice came out low and husky.
His upper lip curled slowly as he flashed his extended canines. “I catch anyone lookin’ at you the way I look at you, and they’d better haul their ass right outta town.”
I arched a brow and smiled. “Why does it turn me on when you get all growly?”
Seff stilled my hands when I grabbed the hem of my cami.
“Slow down, darlin’.” He smoothed his fingers up my forearms, my biceps, and to the back of my head.
The phantom pain of a hand wrapped around my once long hair burned along my scalp. I flinched in confusion as memories of my past crept into my present.
I clenched my eyes shut as a rough snarl echoed in my mind. A cruel reminder of Tillman’s domination over me—I’m the only one who’ll ever love you, the only one who will ever want you.
I’d believed him.
Then, with three brutal pounding thrusts, he’d spill himself into me. Every. Damn. Night.
And I’d allowed it.
Balanced on that knife’s edge for months, he’d convinced me I was the one failing at what he claimed should have been a perfect mating.
