Page 81 of Locke

“But you are mine. The Goddess decided, I decided, and you accepted my bite and my knot. Nothing about your past, what you have done, will deter me.”

This made her roll her face into the pillow and cry even harder. An overwhelming power of guilt radiated off her. I was surprised the bond was this strong even without her bite to claim me fully.

I growled and shook her shoulder. “Stop crying!” My wolf had his hackles up inside my mind. Fur was sprouting over my arms. “You cannot cry in my presence. Not when it breaks my damn soul to see you this way.”

She sobbed again and rolled on her back. Her breasts heave and I tried my damnedest not to look. I was trying to make my mate stop crying, this powerful female does not cry, and I feared I’d fucking broke her.

My mouth instantly went to her nipple, forgetting all logic. She cried out in shock and she ran her fingers through my hair. My come that was still leaking from her body mixed with the fresh scent of arousal.

“Locke,” she whined and I sat her up in the bed. I made her straddle my lap, my hands dug through her hair, and I gripped her scalp firmly to keep her looking at me.

“Nothing-nothing about you will keep me away. And everything I have done—” I chuckled darkly, “I don’t give a fuck if you don’t’ like it.”

She giggled and wiped away the tear with her hand.

“I am the president of the club. My members are vigilant. They knew where you lived, every move you made, tried to get into your laptop—”

Emm tilted her head, her wild hair tickling my skin.

“And why do you think that is? Hmm? Why do you think they know all that? I trained them and also—” I leaned forward, letting my lips graze her ear. “I’ve heard almost every phone call you’ve made since you got to town, my mate. And I know who you have spoken to.”

My mate’s eyes widened. “What?” she muttered. “Y-you could hear—you know?”

I nodded, pressing kisses down her neck. “You have a family in Venezuela. You’re desperate to get them up here, aren’t you, Princess?” My arm wrapped around her waist, pulling her closer to my cock. I was ready to sink into her again, my rut not giving me an easy time.

Her heat was building as well—so much for feeding my mate actual food. Now, she’s just going to need a shot of protein.

“My little hunter was on the job.” My hand traced between her legs and I stroked her clit. “My hunter, my luna, my mate was hunting me. I was a difficult target for you, wasn’t I?”

Emm’s breaths came in rapid pants. Her fingers tightened on my shoulders and she tried to push me away. I held onto her tighter, pulling her so her pussy rubbed up against my shaft. She groaned, her breasts pushing against my trimmed chest.

“You were gonna turn me in. Collect the money and save your family, weren’t you, baby?”

Emm’s once rhythmic movements on my cock came to a halt, leaving us in an eerie silence. The taste of her skin lingered on my tongue as I delicately traced a path from her collarbone to her neck.

“H-how does that not make you angry? I scouted this place, got to know your club. To search for you to—turn you in?”

I chuckled against her shoulder. “It was the best foreplay I’ve ever had. Touching the enemy, licking the enemy in front of the bar. Fuck, Princess, I say we do more of that roleplaying shit.”

Emm pulled away from me, her mouth opened in shock. Her eyes were still puffy and swollen. “It wasn’t foreplay, it was real, Locke. I was going to take you in—for the money to save my family. And now—I can’t.” Her eyes softened and looked at my cock standing to attention between my legs.

“I feel so guilty for it,” she whispered. “I told my family I’d get them here and I fell for the—”

My shit-eating grin exploded on my face. “Yeah, baby. You fell? Fell for who?”

Emm slapped me on the shoulder and covered her breasts. “Stop, you’re being such a bastard.”

I pushed her back into the bed and planted kisses down her neck. “Last person that called me a bastard I ripped their heart out. When you say it, though, it really gets me fucking hard.”

“You’re always hard!” she squealed, as I sunk my cock back into her body.

My mate relaxed and let me touch her where I wanted.

“We need to talk,” she said with a pleasurable gasp. “I need to talk to my fam—”

My knot lodged inside and I pulsed it in her pussy. My hips pump into her gently, letting my knot push in and out of her opening.

“Shit, you can’t do this to calm me down.” She cried out as her back arched.

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