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Mine!The primal knowledge roared through him. A deep sense of satisfaction filled the empty places inside. Zoe was meant to be his, as he was meant to be hers. If there was magic involved, the spell caster had made a critical mistake. Having her in his life made him weaker in some respects, but it also had the opposite effect. He’d lay waste to the world to protect her. Whoever was behind her attack, whoever was sent to harm her would die.
Losing wasn’t an option.
She started to curl her legs upward, but he caught one ankle. “Let me look at you.”
“You’ve looked your fill. Time for some action. And take off my socks. That’s so not a sexy look.” She used one foot to try to push down the sock on the other one.
A laugh rumbled up from deep in his chest. “There’s no way you couldn’t look sexy. Not to me.”
Her gaze softened. “I appreciate that, but I still want them gone.”
“Then gone they’ll be.” He whisked the first one away, placing a kiss in her instep, before doing the same with the other.
“Now you.” She pointed at his jeans.
He loved this assertive side of her. She had no problem letting him know what she wanted. He hissed out a breath when he lowered the zipper, and his cock sprang forward.
“Mmm. You’re big all over, aren’t you?” Since she sounded more pleased than worried, he shoved his pants down and off. Naked, he crawled on top of her, bracing the bulk of his weight on his forearms. His shaft brushed across her mound. “Oh, I like that.”
So did he. Too much. If he wasn’t careful, he’d come before she did.
Aware of her injuries, he leaned down and brushed his lips over hers, exploring the texture and shape before delving inside. He could feast on her for hours. Someday he would.If there is another time.
Ignoring his doubts, he dropped kisses along the curve of her jaw before nuzzling her neck. His fangs dropped.What the hell?He’d never had the urge to bite any former lover. Then again, there was nothing ordinary about Zoe.
Considering he seemed to be, inadvertently, behind all her current problems, she should be angry, demanding he fix her life and get out. Instead, she was opening herself to him, offering him sanctuary as only a lover could.
Moving lower, he dragged the flat of his tongue over one pert nipple. She groaned and arched upward. Carefully, he traced the edge with the tip of one fang. Her breathing hitched, followed by a deep moan. He wanted to sink them into her, to taste her blood.
He raised his head and shook it. Not happening. The myth that a human could be turned into a wolf was just that—myth. Nothing more than fodder for books and movies or tales told around a pack campfire to entertain. To his knowledge, it had never happened. And that was something that wouldn’t have remained hidden. The rare wolf that took a human as a mate was doomed to watch them age and die, forced to live outside the pack, their union not accepted by their own kind.
It was the worst kind of pain for a wolf to lose their mate. Like humans, they readily played the field until they were ready to settle down. When they found their true mate, they went through the ceremony that would bind them forever. It involved sex and the male biting the female on the curve of the neck.
She’s my mate.
There was no other explanation for his fangs appearing—other than magic. He wanted to howl at the unfairness of it all. She was human. He was immortal. Even if he believed she was truly his mate, her lifespan was barely a blip in eternity. He’d lose her far too soon. How would he survive the loss?
Maybe that was part of the plan—have him mate and then lose her. If there was one thing that could drive a wolf mad, it was that.
She rubbed his shoulders and ruffled his hair. “Is everything okay?”
“Better than okay.” Mating was off the table—for both their sakes—but however long they were together, she was a gift. Swallowing back the words he longed to tell her, he kissed a path down her slender torso, paying particular attention to the bruises. Driven by some instinct, he licked them, wishing whatever healing cells that lived inside him could work on her.
Wolves healed rapidly, but as a lone wolf, his abilities were far superior even to others of his kind. His bones were stronger, his senses sharper, his reactions quicker.
The perfume of her arousal saturated the air around him as he settled between her legs, using his shoulders to widen them. His cock throbbed, a never-ending ache. Liquid leaked from the tip. Shoving it against the mattress, he focused on Zoe. Her pleasure came before his. He traced his finger over the white strip of hair, following it to her slick folds.
“Yes.” She pumped her hips upward. Her hands fisted in the covers. Her eyes closed tight. Her breasts jiggled as she bucked, the tight buds teasing him to come taste.
There was something else he needed to taste first. Lowering his head, he inhaled deeply. Mouth watering, he lapped at the juices covering her sex. The sound he made was part groan, part growl. She was spice and honeyed perfection. He’d never get enough. Wrapping his lips around her clit, he sucked.
Her moan was music to his ears. Her fingers slid through his hair and gripped, pulling him toward her. Her aggression made him want to laugh. He loved that she wanted him and wasn’t afraid to show it.
He slid one finger into her and almost came. She was hot and wet. Her inner muscles clamped down hard. She thumped her feet against the mattress. When he added a second finger, she stiffened and cried out, her orgasm washing over her.
Her pleasure was beautiful to behold. A tingle at the base of his spine and a tightening of his balls warned he was skating on the ragged edge.
Licking his lips, he sat back, hooked her legs over his arms, and positioned the head of his cock at the entrance of her sex. “Look at me.” He wanted to see her eyes when he took her.
