Page 31 of Her Convict Wolf

Maxim’s mate.

I say the words over and over in my head, and tingles run through me.

This is real.

It means he’ll protect me, always. We’ll be together forever. One day, when I’m ready, I’ll bear his pups. Last night, he explained to me what being a wolf’s mate really means.

It means loyalty.

A lifelong partner bond, that nothing can break.

Being completely protected by your mate.

Frequent mating, and plenty of pups.

Maxim is ready for pups right now—his eyes turned soft as he told me. He can’t wait for us to have kids. But he knows I’ve got a bunch of things to do first, before it’s my time.

He’s right—I think it’ll be a couple of years before I’m ready, but I know he’ll be a great father when the time comes.

Maxim’s breathing is slow and regular. I lie still so I don’t wake him, and I just enjoy the moment.I stare up at the wooden ceiling, just breathing, inhaling his sexy, masculine smell.

No one knows we’re here. Maxim got me to ditch my phone SIM, and I’ve got a brand-new one. There’s not a single thing that can track us to this lovely little place.

For the first time in so many years, I don’t feel scared or watchful. I know I can trust him. My own professional bodyguard, whose senses are hundreds of times sharper than mine.

I’m finally safe from my father’s reach.

Lying safe and protected in Maxim’s embrace.

What a feeling.

At last, he gives a long, sleepy sigh. I freeze, a tiny bit of me wondering if he’ll decide yesterday was all some terrible mistake.

“C’mere,” he growls, and he draws me closer to him.

Little starbursts of joy fizz inside me.

“Good morning, my angel.” He plants a kiss on my forehead. “How did you sleep?”

“Think I slept right through.” I frown. “Wow, that’s a first.”

“Probably because it was real quiet out here.”

“Or maybe because I was sleeping in your arms.”

He gives a chuckle that sounds very unlike the Maxim I know. “I’m sure glad to hear that.” He nuzzles at my neck, inhaling deeply. “God, you smell incredible. Like mayflowers. All sweet and fertile.” He lifts a hand and cups my bare breast. I sigh, which turns into a moan as he gently tweaks my nipple.

Then his hand slides down between my legs. “How’s that little pussy of yours?”

He’s inquired about my pussy a couple of times already. I love that he worries about it. I can’t lie, it hurt like crazy when he tore through my virginity, but it was worth every second of pain for his cock to be the first thing that went inside me. Even when I was a lonely teenager, touching myself all the time and thinking about him, I never used a vibrator or anything. Because in my fantasies, his cock was going to be the first thing inside me.

And it has been. Stretching me out, almost splitting me in two. But so, so good.

Making me come like crazy, until I couldn’t take any more.

“It’s better,” I tell him.

“That’s good to hear,” he growls. He caresses my labia with light fingertips.

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