Page 21 of Her Convict Wolf

All of a sudden, I feel nervous, out of my depth. I pass a hand across my forehead and take a staggering step.

“Emory? Are you okay?” Maxim turns to me.

“Yeah, I think I just realized—” The words die on my lips. I’m not even sure what I was planning to say, but the way he’s looking at me renders me senseless.

His wolf. For the first time, I really see his animal behind his eyes. And they’re no longer pale blue, but dark. Because his pupils have dilated, flooding the irises.

His attention is so intense, I feel it in my body. A drumbeat of need, connecting me to him. Energy crackling between us. Drawing us closer and closer.

He takes a half-step toward me—

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Maxim

She’s so goddamn tempting. Her lips are all red, like a perfectly ripe cherry. Her beautiful face is tilted toward me, and her cheeks are flushed.

So ready to be claimed.

“You have any idea what you’re doing to me?” I blurt out.

She blinks. “What am I doing?”

A groan bursts out of me. I can’t deny my passion anymore. “Driving me wild.”

Her eyes get very wide. “Really?”

“But I can’t.” I make a final attempt to shove my wolf back down, act respectable.

“Why?”

I shake my head. “Because I used to have tea parties with you”

She breaks into a smile. “But that was a long time ago, Maxim. I’m a grown woman now.”

“You sure are.” I can’t stop staring at her lips. I dip my head and claim them for the first time. She tastes like summer strawberries. Her mouth is so soft and small. And she’s kissing me, too. She’s not freaking out, but clinging to me.

The realization hits me like a thunderbolt. Her small hands are gripping the back of my head, and she’s tilting her jaw, inviting me in.

She wants this as much as I do.

I don’t hesitate. My beast roars inside me, and I plunge my tongue between her full cherry lips.

She gives a little moan, and her tongue dances against my own. I kiss her deeper and deeper. Our mouths meld perfectly. As if we were made for each other.

She’s fifteen years younger than me, but this feels so right. She’s what I’ve been looking for all my life. This sweet virgin is mine to claim.

“You know how much I want you?” I growl.

Her eyes are bright, lips parted. “I-I didn’t know if you liked me, like—”

Like her?It’s such a ridiculous notion, I laugh.

“I don’t just like you. I love you, Emory,” I say. It’s way, way too soon for that, but it’s the truth.

Her beautiful features freeze in shock. “You do?”

I nod. “I’ve loved you since you were small. But it’s a different kind of love now.”

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