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“Here,” I said, offering her the water.
“Thanks. You know, Mitch. We don’t know each other well. I mean, there are things about me I could never tell anyone, and even if I can now, you don’t know them and if you did, you might not like?—”
“Hey, slow down, sweetheart,” I said, touching her hand.
Chills danced up my arm and down my spine. The woman gave me chills, and I growled, wanting more of her skin against mine. She was an addiction now, and I was fast becoming obsessed.
“Would you hate me if you knew my secrets?” she whispered.
“Martina, I could never hate you. And I want you to trust me enough someday with all your secrets. I won’t steal them from you. Don’t you know what you are to me? I can wait till you’re ready to tell me whatever’s on your mind, sweetheart. And I swear to you, I will keep them safe. I’ll keep you safe. You’re here already,” I said, touching my heart.
Martin exhaled sharply, blinking back tears. She opened the bottled water and took a small sip, not looking at me yet. I suspected she was going over whatever it was she wanted to say in that pretty head of hers, and I was helpless to do anything but wait.
“I know there is a lot about me you don’t understand, and that’s because I haven’t told you. This thing, um, whatever this is, I don’t want to assume, but anyway, it’s just really, really fast. Faster than I expected,” she explained, and I tried really hard to follow. “You see, I wasn’t expecting anything, actually. Not to meet you, well, meet you again since we knew each other from school. But what I mean is—shit, is it true? Am I your, your mate?” she asked.
The entire world seemed to stop moving the second she said those words. Her deep violet eyes were liable to swallow me up as she stood, facing me, head tipped back, waiting for me to say something. The scent of spicy cinnamon apple pie grew stronger, filling my senses and making me dizzy.
I reached out with one hand, cupping her cheek. Her skin was so incredibly warm beneath my fingers, I shivered in delight. My monster craved heat. Hell, he was born of it. Her breath caught in her throat as I moved in closer, giving her ample time to back up. She stood her ground, though, and pride sizzled through me along with something else.
Brave, beautiful, brilliant girl. My girl.
“Yes, you’re mine, Martina Harbor. I knew the second I saw you again.”
Her lips curled up into a breathtaking grin. She placed her hands on my chest and reached up on tiptoe to press her lips to mine. Soft, soft, so fucking soft. She kissed me and I was falling for her harder and faster than I thought possible. She kissed me, and I never wanted her to stop. Moaning softly, she pushed me back, and I sat down on the couch, reaching for her. Fuck, I was hard beneath my jeans, hungry for her, and desperate to finish what we had started the other night.
“Mitchell,” she moaned, climbing onto my lap.
We were frantic then. I wanted to,no, I needed to possess her, to mark her with my scent, my bite.
“Are you telling me yes, sweetheart? Is that what this is?” I asked.
I hated myself for being so damn needy. But I had to know. I couldn’t do this and walk away, and I needed her to understand that.
“I want you,” she whimpered, leaning back, so she had room to pull off her sweatshirt.
Holy. Fuck. She was bare beneath it. Her beautiful, tip tilted breasts were perfect with dusky nipples puckered just for my lips. I couldn’t resist. I bent my head and sucked one hard nub into my mouth, growling as her hands wound through my hair. Thank God Pete had left it long enough for her to have something to hold on to. By the time I was finished, I was likely to be bald.
This tiny little she-Wolf shattered me with her ready submission. But even as she granted me access to her precious body, her nimble fingers were working to divest me of my clothes. I was burning for her, and I didn’t care if she knew it. Hell, I wanted her to know it. No one else had ever wrecked me so completely, and all we were doing so far was kissing. Her pants and moans increased and soon I’d kissed my way down her soft belly to her covered sex. Growling and impatient, I used my claws to slice off her thick leggings.
“I fucking love red,” I growled, my face up close and personal with her red lace panty-clad pussy.
Her eyes widened, and she gasped as I closed my mouth over her covered mound. Sucking on her secret place through the sexy little garment was erotic as fuck. I used my tongue, growling to add some vibration, as I tested the texture of the soaked material.
“Oh fuck, yes,” she whimpered.
It wasn’t enough. I was kneeling on the floor between Martina’s splayed legs, but I needed her completely bare. The animal in me would brook no arguments. I wanted to sink into her heat. To fill her with my cock. Make her come a time or ten before sinking my fangs into her flesh and claiming her as mine. I tore her panties right off her, grabbing her thick thighs and placing them over my shoulders.
“Mine,” I growl, sending trembles through her whole body before I buried my tongue inside her tight heat.
I squeezed her legs, holding them open while I fucked her on my tongue, swallowing down every drop of her spicy cinnamon flavored nectar. She was so fucking sweet, so hot, and so fucking mine. Martina rolled her hips in time with my tongue, and I damn near lost it.
“Mitchell, fuck, yes, I’m coming,” she cried out, arching her back.
I stayed with her every step of the way, stroking my tongue inside her slick heat, and lapping at her swollen clit until she rode every tremor and wave till the very last one.
“No more, please,” she whimpered, and I took pity on her.
“Rest a minute, sweetheart, but I’m not done with you yet,” I said, grabbing the water from the floor and helping her take a sip.
