Page 63 of The Soldier

“No. You’re fucking with me now.” She props a hip.

I drop the glass on the counter and stalk toward her like the hunter I am. She doesn’t move, just stays deathly still as I cup her face with my hand.

“Yes, little wolf, I am. Because I’ve thought about this moment a million times over the past few days when I wasn’t sure I was coming home.”

“Marsh,” she whispers, closing her eyes.

She cares.

Goddamn it, this woman cares about me.

“And I’m not going to hold back. This time when my lips land on yours they’re gonna move over every inch of your body. So, if you want to run, now would be the time.”

Tick.

Tock.

Tick.

Tock.

Trina doesn’t move. Instead, her eyes glow, showing me just how aroused she is, her lips part invitingly.

“One more chance.” I rasp, my mouth barely an inch from hers.

Tick.

She arches seductively into me the moment I slam my lips down on hers. Both of us let out a guttural moan and claw at one another like we’ve waited ten lifetimes for this kiss.

Fuck me. My little wolf tastes like spice and apples as she opens and I take complete possession of her. Twisting and lapping, our tongues dance, claiming all the desire we’ve ignored for so damn long.

When I feel her fingers press into my biceps, real damn close to my wound, I try for as long as I can to ignore the pain.

I am not doing anything to give her cause to run.

Nothing.

With my good arm, I sweep it under her legs and lift her. “Wrap your arms around me.”

“You’re wounded.”

“Fuck the wound.” I growl and stride through the kitchen and almost run up the damn stairs. In my bedroom, I drop her bedside the door to the bathroom and kiss her again, pressing her into the wall.

I pepper kisses down her neck and my cock hardens further as she lets out sexy mews.

God I want to lift her leg and slam into her right her. But I’m filthy.

“Stay there,” I order her in a rough voice and rip off my T-shirt. Her eyes roam over my chest and then I drop my pants and hear her intake of breath.

I’m commando.

Trina places her hand on my pec and begins trailing it down over my abs.

“I’m dirty.” I grip her fingers, and her eyes snap up to mine. “You’re coming in the shower with me.”

I see her blink but don’t give her a second to take control of the situation. She’s with an alpha male and it’s time this little wolf learned where she belongs in the pack.

Underneath me.

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