Page 23 of Arrested By My Mate

He slides the metal door open, and I lunge for him. He catches me easily and I marvel at how right it feels to be in his arms, to feel his strong body against mine.

“I want you,” I moan, and he nods.

“You have me,” he promises.

Then his lips are on mine, and all is right in my world.

TEN

Tucker

My lips crash downon hers, fierce and desperate, like I’ve been starving, and she’s the only thing that can sate me. The moment our lips connect, the world seems to narrow, focusing solely on her. It’s heaven. She’s in my arms, and my hands are framing her face like it’s the only thing keeping me steady.

I’m yours,her words echo in my head.

I’ve been holding back since the moment I first saw her, trying to keep some semblance of control, but now… now I can’t.

My wolf howls, thrilled that we finally have our fated mate and are about to claim her.

The kiss is like a wildfire—hot, uncontrollable, and consuming. Her lips are soft but demanding, moving against mine with a fervor that leaves me breathless. I can feel how badly she needs me, can taste it on her tongue, can smell it.

I pull her closer, my arms wrapping around her waist as if holding her too tightly might be the only way to keep her from slipping away. Her hands slide up my chest, fisting the fabric of my shirt, and it sends a jolt straight through me. My heartpounds against my ribs as I deepen the kiss, tilting my head to taste more of her. She lets out a soft, frantic sound, almost a whimper, and it undoes me completely.

Her hands clutch my shoulders, her nails digging into my shirt as she leans into me, and I’m gone, lost in her, drowning in all that she is and loving every second of it.

She gasps against my mouth, and I take advantage, my tongue sweeping inside to taste her fully. She’s warm and sweet and absolutely intoxicating, and I don’t think I’ll ever get enough.

I press her back against the brick wall, needing her close, needing her to feel how badly I want her. Her soft curves mold against me perfectly, and I grip her hips, my fingers digging in just enough to keep her anchored to me.

She responds with equal fervor, her kisses urgent and wild as her hands roam over my chest, up to my neck, tangling in my hair. That small, desperate noise she makes—half moan, half whimper—pushes me dangerously close to the edge.

“Nori,” I groan against her lips, my voice hoarse.

Her name feels like a prayer, something sacred that I’ve been waiting my whole life to say. She pulls back slightly, her forehead resting against mine, her breath coming in soft, uneven pants.

“I feel like I’m on fire,” she whispers, her voice trembling, and the raw vulnerability in her eyes nearly floors me. “I’ve never felt a need this badly.”

“You’re not alone,” I admit, brushing my thumb across her cheek. Her skin is flushed, her lips swollen, and I’ve never seen anything so beautiful.

Her lips part, and for a moment I think she’s about to say something, but instead, she surges forward again, her lips finding mine with renewed intensity. I groan, deep and guttural, as my restraint snaps completely.

I angle her head, deepening the kiss, and she melts against me, her body pliant and willing. My hands slide up her sides, mapping every curve, every inch of her, as if trying to commit her to memory. She shivers under my touch, and the way she responds—completely unguarded—makes my chest ache.

“I need you,” I tell her between kisses, my voice rough with emotion.

She pulls back just enough to look at me, her blue eyes searching mine. “You have me.”

“Naked,” I clarify, and she laughs.

“You have a way with words.”

“Shit, I’m sorry. I swear that I’ll do romance, the candles and flowers, and all of that. Next time. Right now, my wolf and I need to claim you.”

“What are you waiting for?” She says, the challenge clear in her tone and I pull her against me.

My hands find her shirt, and I tear it over her head, tossing it to the side. A part of me realizes that I probably shouldn’t do this here. I should take my mate home and have our first time be in our house, in our bed, and not in a jail cell, but I can’t wait.

Bite her! My wolf roars, and my mouth waters at the thought.

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