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“What if you get hurt? What do you think that will do to me?”

“Honestly, I don’t care what it does to you. You’re so low down my list of priorities—”

I cross the space between us, intending to grab her and shake some sense into her, but as soon as I’m in her space, my body has other ideas. I meet her eyes and I see a moment of panic as she tries to figure out my next move. She can’t because I don’t even know what I’m going to do until I peer down at her, watching her chest flush a pretty pink.

My cock stirs and my balls feel tight. My wolf bays, wanting me to give in and take what’s ours.

I relent. I press my mouth to hers, hard and forceful. It is as if all my stress leaches out of my pores the moment I touch her. Everything suddenly feels right.

This is where I’m meant to be. I don’t fight against myself any longer. I can’t. My brain has ceased to function beyond touching her.

She pushes me back, her hand in my chest, but I grab her wrists, holding them over her head. She tries to fight my grip, but I’m too strong for her, so Tessa glares at me instead. “Now you want me?” she demands, anger threading through her words.

“Wanting you was never the problem,” I say and crash my mouth against hers again.

Her lips are soft and our scent intermingles as I hold her throat, keeping her in place as I devour her. She fights for a moment before softening against me. I nip at her bottom lip, hard enough to make her whimper. She smells so good. I can’t describe what it is, but it calls to my wolf.

She lifts her hips to press her pussy against my cock, and I curse those tiny shorts she’s wearing for being in my way. I want to be inside her.

Tessa is mine and I’m going to show her that.

Chapter 8

Tessa

He’s kissing me so possessively it makes my toes curl. I’m aware of every inch of his naked body as it presses against me.

I’m no stranger to nudity. My pack was often naked around me after shifting, but this is different. He’s my mate, and his chest is also smeared with blood from his own injuries.

I am alight with need and my pussy is empty, wanting to be filled with him. We break apart for a moment so he can pull my camisole over my head. I’m not wearing a bra so he takes one of my breasts in his hand, lifting it slightly so he can wrap his mouth around my nipple. I arch my back as far as I can with the wall behind me, pushing deeper against his tongue. Every swipe over my nipple makes me whimper.

He sucks them until my pussy throbs. I imagine his thick cock spreading me, sliding inside me, and finally filling me the way only he can.

“Abel…” I gasp his name as he lifts his head. His eyes meet mine and I don’t see any humanity in them. This is all animal and his desires are driving him as much as they are driving me.

He rips my shorts off, throwing them aside and leaving me bare to him, ready for his fingers to slip between my folds. I widen my legs to give him room as he circles my clit with his thumb. He finds a rhythm that takes my breath away, and I grip his shoulders hard as he hooks his fingers so deep inside me I groan.

It’s not enough to satiate my ache, but it’s a start. My wolf howls, and I can feel her pleasure—we’re with our mate and he’s finally accepting us.

I run my hands over his body as I grind on his fingers. I can feel my orgasm building deep inside me, my walls contracting as he circles my clit harder. When I come, my legs nearly give out. His strong hands hold me up as my orgasm tears through my body until I’m seeing stars with the intensity of it.

“Was that enough, little tau?” he asks me.

It wasn’t. It isn’t. I need more. I feel empty as he pulls his fingers free from my body. “I need you to fuck me,” I demand.

He nuzzles against the side of my neck.

“This is wrong,” he says, “but I can’t stop. Now that I’ve tasted you, I need more.”

“It’s not wrong. We’re fated to be together.”

“I can’t be yours,” he warns, even as he keeps kissing my neck.

“Why?”

“Because I’m a monster.”

I don’t know what that means, but my thoughts scatter as his cock nudges at my entrance. He lifts one of my legs, creating more space for him between my thighs.

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