Page 152 of They Are Mine

I exhale, long and slow. “So, what, you want me to be your dirty little secret?”

She smiles. Like I just said something adorable. “No, sir,” she purrs. “I want you to be part of the family.”

The family.

Her thumb brushes my length, breath hot against my skin.

I stare down at her, at those soft, parted lips, at the way she watches me like she already knows exactly how to ruin me.

And I’m not sure which of us is the wolf anymore.

“Suck me,” I say, because if I’m the prey tonight, she’s going to have to earn her catch.

“Yes, sir,” she breathes, and just like that, my control is already slipping.

Her mouth is warm, teasing, her tongue dragging slow along my length before she takes me in, inch by inch, testing how much she can handle. She keeps her eyes on me, drinking in every reaction, every flicker of tension in my jaw, every sharp breath I take.

She’s playing the obedient little thing so damn well.

Like she was made for this.

Like she was made for me.

My hand tangles in her hair, guiding her just a little, just enough to feel the way she shudders at the pressure, the way she leans into it like she wants me to take over completely.

I groan, head tipping back, the heat of her mouth, the slow drag of her tongue almost too much.

And then she pulls away.

I look down, ready to snap at her, ready to drag her right back where she belongs, but she’s already rising to her feet, licking her lips, eyes glittering with something dangerous.

“I want to see your bedroom,” she whispers.

I don’t even hesitate.

I pull her to her feet and lead her down the hall, pulse pounding, desire burning low and hot.

When we step inside, she sees the restraints at the corners of my bed and she gasps, eyes going wide.

Then, to my utter disbelief she bounces on her toes, clapping her hands together.

“Are you going to tie me down, sir?” she asks, practically glowing.

I stare at her.

This girl. This sweet, innocent-looking little thing.

I was so sure I had her right where I wanted her.

But now?

Now, I think she might have me.

Chapter Twenty-Two

Juliet

I can’t believe how right I was. He’s not just a sir, he’s so much more.

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