Page 55 of Taming of a Wolf

Jace pretends to tear into his steak like a wild animal, making us both laugh.

Later that evening, Jace insists we read together, so we meet in his room. Jamie cracks open a book, and once Jace is under the covers, he begins to read. It’s a story about an ugly duckling, different from all the others, who struggles to find acceptance—until, in the end, he finally finds a family who loves and accepts him.

To my surprise, my eyes get misty, and I feign interest in the floor so nobody notices.

Yawning, Jamie leads the way to our room. “Thank you for the meal.”

Running my hand down his back, I guide him inside. “It was my pleasure.”

“Anders.” Gripping my arms, Jamie suddenly presses me against the door. Desire roars through my blood as his lean body blankets mine. His pink tongue peeks out, gliding over his bottom lip. “I mean, I…” Those blue eyes stray from mine, suddenly damp. “I’ve never had someone take care of us like that before. It means a lot to me, so…” Blinking fast, he glances at my mouth.

The urge to close the space between our lips burns within me. If I do not taste him now, the desire will surely consume me from the inside out.

“I’m sorry things were such a mess today.” Jamie’s voice shakes. “I know we’re a burden, and nothing I do is good enough. I’m trying, but it’s hard and things are messy, and I’m sorry—”

Cupping Jamie’s stubbled cheek, I murmur, “You are not a burden. Neither is the lad. You could never be.”

Jamie’s lips quiver like he’s about to cry until he lunges in and claims my mouth. As he clutches my face, his lips gliding over mine, the world around me ceases to exist. My wolf howls in unity within my soul, like all is right in the world at last. I adore how sweet he tastes, the tender desperation in his touch, and how perfectly his lips fit against mine.

I don’t think I could ever leave him behind. I should pull away. I’ve got to remember my goals. This isn’t my time, it’s not where I belong, but as I part my lips and let Jamie’s tongue dance with mine, none of that matters.

With a carnal growl, I grip the back of his thighs as he jumps. His legs wrap around my waist, and I can feel how hard he is against my stomach. I pull on his hair and bring his lips crashing down to mine. Careful not to drop him, I carry him to the bed.

Jamie laughs as I toss him onto it, bouncing on the mattress.

I’m already tearing off my clothes. Naked, I step over my discarded clothes and prowl toward the bed. I pounce, caging him between my body and the mattress. Jamie’s breath hitches around a moan as I lick and suck on the fair skin of his throat. I rock my hips, grinding my bare cock against his jeans.

“Clothes off, pet. Now. Before I rip them to shreds.”

Panting, Jamie undresses until he’s naked beneath me. I twist and tug on his nipple rings, making him arch and gasp. Rolling my hips, I grind against his cock. Jamie moans breathlessly, reaching between our bodies to stroke us both in his hand.

“Fuck. Get the lube. Hurry up. Need you inside me. Now.”

I yank open the drawer so violently the whole thing almost falls out. Grabbing the lube, I spurt a copious amount into my hand. Wrapping my slick fingers around our cocks, I stroke in earnest, groaning as we glide together, smooth and fast.

Once I’m slick enough, I grab for his knees, but Jamie suddenly flips us so he’s the one on top. My feet touch the cool floorboards as Jamie straddles my lap. Reaching behind himself, he inserts two slick fingers into his own ass and moans.

“Not fair, pet,” I growl, caressing his stretched hole with a lubed finger. I think I’ll die here and now unless I get inside him soon.

Jamie bites his lip with a whimper as I push inside. My finger brushes two of his. Fuck. He’s so tight. “Ready for my cock?”

“Yes,” Jamie gasps. “Been ready all day.”

“Then have me,” I growl against his lips, damn near feral as he tightens around our fingers.

Jamie withdraws his fingers, and I do the same, already missing his heat—until he sinks down onto me. Never in my life have I known such bliss. Every time we make love, I’m closer to Valhalla’s glory than the last. We both sigh, breaths mingling, and then I claim his lips in deep, hungry kisses as he begins to ride. His arms wind around me, holding on tight.

“You are worthy, James Sullivan,” I rasp against his mouth as I move with him, lips brushing with every word. “Of everything. The loyalty of your friends. Your grandmother’s trust. My body. My heart. My soul. Don’t you dare doubt that. Am I clear?”

“Yeah,” Jamie says, breathless as he rides my cock faster and faster. “Yes. Anders. Yes.”

I snap my hips faster, pounding into the blissful heat of his body until Jamie’s mouth slackens and he cries out, hoarse and jubilant. Wrapping my arms around his shoulders, I hold on tight as the bed creaks, the mattress dipping beneath our frenzied movements.

“And if anyone is ever fool enough to make you question how worthy you are, I’ll burn their world to the ground.”

There’s nothing I wouldn’t do for him. And I don’t know when this happened. No one will ever hurt my mate.

I snarl my gratification as the musky scent of Jamie’s seed fills the air, spilling hot against my chest and stomach. Growling a strangled version of his name, I pound into his clenching heat and claim my own release deep inside him.

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