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His cock is leakingin his pants.
He shuts the door to the bathroom and turns on the shower, setting it to a scalding temperature.
It turns out he’s just as impulsive as she is.
He was seconds away from breaking the ties, taking off the gag and pressingher into the couch to slam his cock inside her.
She would have enjoyed it, but it didn’t feel right.
He wants to touch her, of course. He wants to worship those breasts, to bring his mouth down her navel and to her cunt to taste her slick.
But not until she demands it.
So, he too-harshly grips his cock in his hand and works hard, biting into his lip to keep from roaring his release.
He doesn’t know why fate decided to put them together, but he’s glad for it.
Whether or not she admits it, she’s his mate.
He was doomed the moment he was left alone with her sweater and scent, planning the ways to escape the island.
And now he has her.
His original plan was to let her go after his mission, but that’s not an option anymore.
He’ll die before he willingly leaves her.
As he steps out of her shower and snatches the towel she used, rubbing her scent on him, he mulls over the way that conversation will eventually go.
* * *
He findsher dozing on the couch. She’s still on her side to alleviate the weight on her wrists, but her eyes are closed and her mouth is slightly open in sleep.
It’s adorable. He wishes he could take the ties off to offer her more comfort, but it’s not a risk he’s willing to take.
“I’ll be back.”
Her eyes snap open and she blinks up at him. “Wha-what?”
He fights the grin that threatens to form on his face. Her light brown hair is tangled and a few strands stick to her mouth, making his ferocious wolf look more like a kitten.
“I said, I’ll be back.”
She struggles to sit up, almost rolling off the couch with her movements. “Where are you going?”
He takes pity on her and helps move her to a sitting position. “To grab supplies.”
“Supplies forwhat? You can’t just leave me here like this! What the fuck is wrong with you?”
“So eloquent,” he mutters as she tries to kick out at him. “Keep squirming like that, and you’re going to end up falling off the couch.”
She looks up at him, enraged. “What if something happens out there? What if you don’t come back?”
“Aw, you’re worried about me? I’m touched, sweetheart, really.” He smirks, and it only makes her more flustered.
She narrows her eyes and gives him a look that could freeze fire. “No. I’m worried about someone shooting you and leaving me stuck in here torot.”
So dramatic.
