Page 42 of Rogue Wolf Hunter


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Jace grinned. “Don’t worry, sweetheart. This time I’ll make it count.”

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The moment Jace’s lips met hers, Frankie knew he was right.Thiswas what she’d been waiting for, why she’d stalled leaving. She’d tried so hard to convince herself otherwise, that helping him, sticking by his side, was repayment for what he’d done for her, and by proxy, her pack. But none of those reasons held a candle to the electricity that coursed through her.

To the way even a slight brush of his hand did her in.

Jace’s lips pressed against her, hard and punishing. A bruising kiss coupled with the gentle sweep of his tongue. It wasn’t a kiss meant for exploring. Instead, it was a stealing. Staking a claim on what he intended to be his.

As powerful and forceful as the hunter who wielded it.

She felt herself fall into his arms, softening and opening for him until she became little more than a simpering mess of want in his embrace.

What was she even doing with a wolf hunter like him?

She still didn’t know the answer, but whatever it was, it failed to matter now. Not as his hands gripped her hair, or trailed her throat, or when the hardened length of his cock pressed at her entrance. Good God, he was everywhere. Filling her body and soul, though he hadn’t yet entered her. But he would. She knew it was inevitable before the night’s end.

Without warning, Jace broke the kiss between them, leaving her gasping again. He palmed her breasts, running his tongue over the flutter of her pulse at her throat before abruptly, he dropped to his knees. He had her jeans ripped open and around her ankles within seconds. “I’ve been wanting to do this for weeks.”

“Weeks?” she panted, confused.

She’d only known him a handful of nights.

“Since I first smelled you.”

Realization caused her to choke, and he grinned up at her, a wry smirk on his lips. They may have just met, but he’d known her scent, desired it—her—for much longer. Her pants and underwear were off a moment later, leaving her pussy exposed and bare. Her top and bra followed.

“Fuck when you’re wet it’s even better.” He wasn’t tentative or gentle as he cupped her in his hand, his thumb parting her and dipping inside her heat.

But gentle wasn’t what she’d needed.

She wantedhim. Gruff and coarse as he was.

“Is that all for me?” His voice was a rough growl as he smeared some of her wetness from inside her onto his fingers, lubricating her clit.

She whimpered, and bit her lower lip, but she managed to nod.

“Shit, Princess, all you needed to do was ask and I’d have taken you last night. Put us both out of our misery.”

“I...I couldn’t.” She panted. “You’re supposed to be my enemy.”

Jace let out a dark laugh. “And who says enemies can’t fuck?” He stared up at her from where he was already making her tremble. “You’re weeping for me.” He dipped another finger inside her before drawing it to his lips, sucking her sweetness off it.

Frankie shuddered. It was like hewantedher sore, wanted to make her ache. As long as it was in want of him. It was a sweet, slow torture.

“Should I make you beg first?” he asked.

“Jace,” she gasped. Her chest was so full of want she struggled to breathe through it.

He lifted a brow momentarily, staring up at her. “No one’s ever taken charge of you like this, taken care of you. I can tell.” He licked the taste of her from his lips. “And it scares you how much you like it.” He cast her a knowing grin. “Don’t worry, sweetheart. We’ll start slowly.”

Frankie cried out the moment Jace buried his face between her legs.

His hot tongue parted her folds, lapping and spearing her before zeroing in on her clit. He cupped the bare skin of her ass in one large hand before hooking her legs over his shoulders with a forceful pull. To her surprise, she let him, not only allowing him, butwantinghim to take charge. He pinned her there against the door before he used his other hand to slip a finger inside her. Only giving her a moment to adjust, before he started probing, fucking her with a mix of his mouth and his fingers until she started moaning.

“Jace,” she threw back her head with a gasp.

He paused, chuckling against her sensitive skin. The vibration of it shook through her. “Don’t be quiet on my account, sweetheart. Wake the neighbors for all I care.” He pulled back enough for her to see the gold of his wolf eyes, the supernatural gleam, and her slick heat all over his chin. “I’ve been dying to make you scream.”

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