Page 8 of The Wolf Guard's Mate

HUNTER

I couldn’t stopmy hand from lifting to Olive’s hip as she walked in front of me, her ass swaying with every step.

The woman was intoxicating.

Addictive.

My wolf had tried to claim her sister—but my obsession with this woman was mine alone.

I hoped a night with her would be enough to put an end to it. I couldn’t stay away from her any longer. Especially after hearing she planned to spend her first heat with fuckingJake.

I’d kill him if he touched her.

I would.

And I knew that made me unstable. I just couldn’t seem to change it.

“It’s this one,” I said as we reached the door. I hit the button on my phone, and it unlocked as we reached it.

“Should I ask how many women you’ve brought here?” she teased, flashing me a grin over her shoulder as I reached around her to get the door.

“No.”

She laughed.

The answer was the opposite of what she obviously assumed, but the truth would probably freak her out. So I wasn’t going to clarify.

She didn’t need to know that my abstinence streak was much longer than hers.

Or how many of my own rules I was breaking to spend the night with her.

Olive whistled as we stepped inside the hotel room. “I definitely shouldn’t ask how much a night here costs.”

Considering she had been a tattoo artist, and was now bartending her way through what was apparently anassload of medical debt, she was right.

My brothers and I had plenty of problems, but money wasn’t one of them. Owning a city full of werewolves was one of the few perks of running that city.

The hotel room was around 1200 square feet, according to the site. Big enough that my wolf would manage to keep his shit together. He didn’t do small spaces well. I didn’t either. Just working in my office back at the Lodge made me tense enough that I had to go for a long run every night. Sometimes in the middle of the day, as well.

“Ohh, look at that tub. Want to start with a bath?” Olive asked, looking over her shoulder at me again.

Starting with a bath would relax her. Not that she seemed anywhere near as tense as I was.

I jerked my head in a nod, and she smiled.

The way the expression lit up her green eyes made my cock throb.

“Perfect. Do you think this place has a sound system? Music would be fun.”

“I can connect my phone to the TV.”

Her smile widened. “Sweet.”

I reluctantly released her hip, stepping away just long enough to find the TV remote and turn the device on. She started the water in the tub, and I made it back to the bathroom in time to watch from behind as she peeled her black tank top over her head. Her bra stayed on. From where I stood, it was just a few thin black strips.

My cock throbbed again. Harder.

She dropped the fabric on the tile, and her hands went to the waistband of her jeans. She undid the buttons, and I could’ve groaned when she slid the denim over the sweet curve of her ass, revealing a simple black thong.

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