Page 26 of Wedding for My Werewolf

He pulled free from Callan’s grip, but he understood the implied threat. If—when—his relationship with Robin came to an end, the Pack would be able to accept that it hadn’t worked with a human mate—but they would be far less forgiving if they thought he’d been lying to them all along.

As much as he chafed at the Pack’s expectations, he didn’t want to be ousted from their midst. Damn his mother. The urge to hunt her down and confront her warred with his need to stay close to Robin.

“I know what I’m doing,” he snapped.

“Do you? Because from where I stand, you’re risking everything for a human who clearly has secrets of her own.”

He stepped closer to Callan, voice dropping to a dangerous whisper. “My relationship with Robin isn’t up for discussion. Not with you, not with my mother, not with anyone.”

He stalked back over to Robin.

“We’re leaving.”

Her eyes widened but she didn’t say anything as he guided her towards the door, his hand on the small of her back. The weight of the Pack’s stares pressed against them until they stepped out into the frosty morning air.

“Well, that was fun,” she said dryly. “Nothing like being the new attraction at the zoo.”

She looked relieved to be away from it, but the fear scent hadn’t returned. Her resilience impressed him—most humans would have crumbled under that kind of scrutiny. “You handled it very well.”

“Really? Because I’m pretty sure I saw Lila plotting my demise at least twice.”

His laugh died in his throat as a shadow moved in his peripheral vision—someone lurking in the darkness beneath the trees. Then the heavy perfume reached him. Lila.

Without breaking stride, he slid his arm around Robin’s waist and pulled her closer. Her body stiffened against his.

“Trust me,” he whispered, bending his head toward her ear. “We’re being watched.”

Before she could respond, he turned her to face him. Her eyes widened as his hand cupped her cheek. His wolf surged forward, protective and possessive. He brushed his thumb across her lower lip, giving her a moment to pull away.

She didn’t.

He closed the distance between them, pressing his lips to hers. The kiss started gentle, meant for show, but the moment shesoftened against him everything changed. Her mouth opened under his with a small gasp that shot straight through him. Her tongue danced with his, sweet and shy and impossibly tempting. His wolf howled in triumph as her fingers curled into his shirt, and he was suddenly, achingly erect.

The sweet taste of her, the way she melted into him—it felt real. Too real. He forced himself to break the kiss before he lost control completely. Her cheeks were flushed pink, her pulse racing under his palm.

It took him a moment to realize that Lila’s scent had faded. He fought the urge to chase her down, to warn her to stay away from his mate. Instead, he kept his arm around Robin’s shoulders as he took her back to the truck. Back to their home.

CHAPTER 10

Robin replayed the kiss over and over during the silent drive back to town. The first kiss in the truck had been nothing compared to the explosion of sensation the second time. She knew he’d done it for show but it had felt real. He’d been the one to draw away—she’d have happily stood there kissing him forever.

Her face heated as she remembered the hard press of his body against hers. She’d felt him growing aroused, his cock straining against his jeans. She hadn’t even tried to pull away.

“Who was watching us?” she asked finally.

“Lila. I hoped kissing you would help convince her that we’re mates.”

“Oh. Right. Good thinking.”

Her voice sounded odd even in her own ears and he sighed, and pulled over.

“Robin.” His voice was low, rough. His fingers brushed her chin, tilting her face up until she had to look at him. His golden eyesglowed with an intensity that made her breath catch. “I wanted to kiss you.”

Her heart stuttered. “You… you did?”

“Very much.” His thumb traced along her jawline, leaving tingles in its wake. “But I won’t do it again unless you want me to.”

“I… I…”

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