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“You may have successfully trapped me inside your home, but I will not be sleeping in your bed. This is my room now, and I revoke your invitation to enter it.”
A dark, perverse part of me relishes the fire in her eyes, as I am the lion and she is the gazelle.
“You foolish woman,” I chuckle, thinking that I really need to educate Lyra on the weaknesses and strengths of supernatural creatures. Someone lied to her and fed her false information, and that is dangerous. It leaves her vulnerable, and I cannot let anything happen to her. Her strength means nothing if she does not have the knowledge to use it wisely and protect herself from potential threats. “I am the master of this house, so you can’t revoke anything.”
“Well, I am the master of my own body, so I revoke your right to touch me, and I will sleep wherever I damn well please.”
“Put the claws away, kitten, and stop being so bloody stubborn. Give in to me. We can explore the depths of desire and indulge in each other’s arms. Together, we can rule this world as king and queen of the night.”
Her nostrils flare as she growls. “I am not a kitty; I am a werewolf.”
I raise an eyebrow at her. “I am aware of that, love, but you do look rather feline with those claws out.”
“I should go for your jugular and rip it open for that.”
“A little vicious, but we both know you won’t because, in your innermost being, you covet my bite as much as I lust after yours.”
“I do not covet you; I hate you, Xavier Thorne.”
With a quick, lightning-fast flicker, my vampiric speed carries me to her side in the blink of an eye. She presses her spine into the headboard, pinned in place, as I perch on the edge of the bed, looming over her.
“You do not hate me,” I insist, tracing the back of my knuckles across her cheek. She snarls at me, teeth bared like a wild, cornered animal, but there is a spark of desire in her eyes. She is a paradox, fighting me tooth and nail, yet desperate for my touch. “You fear what I make you feel.”
“You don’t make me feel a thing,” she spits, each word landing like a lash from a whip. “In fact, my feelings for you are as dead as your heart.”
I can’t stop the smirk that forms at her words. “Is that so, love?” I draw nearer until our noses almost touch. “Shall we test the theory?”
My fingers dance along the arch of her neck, and I feel her pulse quicken beneath my touch, like a hummingbird’s wings fluttering against my fingertips. Moving down the line of her collarbone, I follow the delicate trail of her veins. When I cup her breast in my hand, her nipple hardens. My thumb strokes across the aching point, eliciting a mewl from her lips. I am ravenous for more of her, and I continue my journey, my fingers trailing down the curve of her waist, over the soft swell of her hip, until they slip beneath the silk of her dress.
“I smell your need and your hesitation, but I also sense your acceptance.” I slip my fingers into her panties, tracing two fingers over her slit, to find her wet and ready for me. “Do you see how your body betrays you, little wolf?”
She shakes her head and opens her mouth to once again protest, but I silence her by thrusting my fingers into her pussy without warning. Her back bows off the bed.
“Oh god, Xavier.”
The hot, velvety walls of her sex clamp down on my fingers as she moans in pleasure, confirming her desire for me. I pump my fingers in and out of her, my thumb coming down to circle her clit. She arches her back even more, pushing her hips up to meet my hand. Curling my fingers inside her, I graze the spot that makes her whimper, causing her to grip the sheets tightly.
“Don’t ever undermine me again. I am a creature of the night, born to rule and to take what I want, and what I want is you.”
“I’ll never submit to you. Not now, not ever,” she rasps as I fuck her with my fingers. Her sex pulses, and more of her pleasure spills over my hand.
I chuckle darkly and withdraw my fingers from her. She makes a noise of frustration, but it dies on her lips as I stick my fingers in my mouth. Groaning deeply as her taste fills my senses, I suck her essence from my fingers and lock eyes with her, a wicked grin spreading across my face.
With an animalistic gleam in her eyes, the yellow flash of her wolf seems to flicker and dance as she lunges forward. Her sharp nails tear into my shirt, rending the fabric apart with untamed ferocity. She fastens her mouth to mine in a violent release of pent-up desire. Her fangs graze against mine in a provocative blend of pleasure and pain, as we savage each other with our mouths. She lashes her tongue against mine before sinking her fangs into my lip. The sound she makes as my blood flows into her mouth is pure ecstasy. My cock strains against my pants. I am so ready to throw her down and fuck her—to take what is already mine.
Lyra rips her mouth from mine and shoves me away. Her lips glisten with crimson, painted with the blood that she has drawn from me, and her skin glows with a feverish intensity.
“No,” she chokes, her breaths coming in ragged gasps. “We can’t do this.”
“We can and we will. The bond between us has already been forged. It’s a mystical connection that transcends mere physical attraction. Our souls are entwined, bound together by a force beyond our control. You can’t fight it; if I let you leave, our souls will forever be incomplete, aching for completion. The wolf inside you already recognizes me as her mate, and it’s time that you do too.”
“Listen to yourself, Xavier. How can you not see that this is insane? You’re talking about some mystical force and claiming that we’re meant to be together based on some primal instinct. I can’t just ignore my own thoughts and feelings and give in to something I don’t even understand. I have a responsibility to my pack; my alpha brought me in and gave me a home even though I was nothing but a half-blood. He will never accept this, and I owe it to him to stay true to our traditions.”
My lips pull into a sneer. “Your alpha, your precious father, has filled your head with untruths and put useless weapons into your hands. Do your brothers accept you? Does your pack?”
Disappointment flashes through her eyes, but she remains silent. Her silence is answer enough. I don’t want to hurt her, but she needs to face the truth.
“When the full moon rises, and your pack transforms into wolves, roaming free and running wild as they revel in the hunt, what do you do?”
