Page 54 of Ravenous

I tried and failed to swallow. For some inexplicable reason, my heart started to beat hard against my ribs.

What was he saying?

“The story goes that a wolf will recognize his fated mate by her scent. You don’t know what that means until you experience it. At least I didn’t.” His eyes glowed green in the darkness.

I was seeing his wolf eyes. Was he saying–

“Am I… am I your mate?” I whispered.

He brought our still-joined hands to his mouth and kissed my knuckles once more. “Yes. I should have known the second I caught your scent, but I was all riled up about Remy being missing. Your scent sent me into, well, a ravenous fit of lust, but at the time, I didn’t know it was because you’re my mate.”

I laughed again. “Ravenous fit of lust?”

His eyes narrowed, and his voice went deeper. “What would you call it then? How we came together. I remember you on your knees for me.”

I swallowed hard. It was a night I’d never forget.

“Fit of lust works,” I squeaked, squirming in my seat.

My panties were wet for another round of him being ravenous.

“Now, honey, I want you to be mine. I want you to be my mate.”

The idea of it thrilled me, but I still didn’t understand completely. “What does that mean exactly?”

“Male wolves mark their fated mates with a mating bite. It permanently embeds their scent into the female, so all other wolves know she’s been claimed.”

“Claimed? Sounds a little sexist,” I teased, while recognizing I was getting wetter and wetter the longer this conversation continued.

Wes’ lips twitched. I loved seeing even the start of a smile on his handsome face. “Male wolves are very territorial. If you’re at least marked, it allows my wolf to calm some of his aggression trying to keep other males away from you. The other day when I asked Colton and Johnny to help with your roof, I wanted to kill them both for being near you.”

I laughed. “You did?”

The two men were attractive, but they had nothing on Wes.

“Honey, when a wolf has a mate, he’ll do anything in the world to protect her, provide for her, and keep the other males away from her.”

I smiled. I kind of loved knowing he felt territorial over me. It gave me a sense of feminine power to know he thought I was worth defending.

I held up my free hand. “Um, also, did you saybite?”

Wes flashed a grin–a real one. A ravenous one. His eyes glowed bright green. “That’s right, honey.” His voice had a deep, throaty rumble, like he was turned on. Like biting me would be the sexiest thing we’d done yet. Well, it would.

My pulse raced. A thrum built between my legs.

“Show me?” I breathed.

He nodded, and we slipped from the truck. Wes lifted Remy from her car seat and carried her to bed. Then he led me to the shower.

24

WES

Remy might have beenclean from her quick bath, but Joy and I were both filthy. Dirt and little bits of leaves were stuck in Joy’s clothes. Since I ran naked, my body looked like I rolled around in a mud puddle. Then, got sweaty.

Yet twigs and all, she was the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen. So I told her that. “Honey, you’re fucking gorgeous.”

I grabbed the hem of her dirty t-shift and lifted.

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