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Just one. I nod. I don’t know if it’s something Quinn will like, and it’s far too early to speak of it yet. But I have been back to the place where I almost died hundreds of times, a place that is still resplendent with trees, and remote, and—
“We’re gonna go,” Quinn says. Of course. He can feel my emotions now, and when I push at my blessing, I get the outline of his, too.Desire. Affection. Disbelief. Relief.
Kieran snorts, then huffs when Lucien says something under his breath. “Fine. Bring Asher for dinner sometime, would you? He needs to meet everyone in the pack properly.”
I stop before Quinn can fully tug me out the door, baring my throat again. Drew gasps and Quinn’s hand tightens in mine. “Thank you, alpha.”
“No problem at all,” Kieran says, “since I figure you know better than to fuck this up.”
“I do.”
He nods and waves us off, and Quinn drags me all the way down the hall and into his flat, where he closes the door by shoving me up against it. I groan at the first touch of his mouth, shivering under his desperate, possessive touch.
“I can’t believe you just did that,” he murmurs against my lips, then kisses me again.
Chapter Thirty-Three
Quinn
Ican’tbelievehim.I’mgiddy with every touch, with the fact that Asher came all this way to claim me—more or less—and not just me, but my pack, too. He groans into my mouth when I press him more firmly against the door, not trying at all to take control.
Good. My wolf is ready to take over if I don’t get what we both want. Asher seems to understand that, too. He holds on to myhips and presses against me, making a whining sound like he’s the needy one. I tear my mouth away, breathing hard.
“Asher?”
“I want you to fuck me again,” he says, “but I think I know what you want.”
He’s not wrong. I want him inside me this time. We can go more than once tonight.
I grab his jaw and kiss him again, then roll my hips against his. Asher’s hands roam from my hips, moving up and under my T-shirt, and I shiver when he scrapes his nails down my back. I bite his lower lip in retaliation, and he hisses but tilts his head back when I begin to kiss down his jaw.
“Bedroom,” he says.
“No.” The word comes out as a growl, all my wolf. We’re not moving.
“We need—” I latch onto a spot low on Asher’s throat, the place I’ve already picked out for my mating bite. “We need lube.”
I suck hard and he lets out a garbled cry, fingers digging in where he’s still holding my back. I breathe in the scent of him, and his arousal feeds mine, making my hips jerk.
“Stay here.”
“You want me to fuck you against the door, darling?”
No. I want the chase. I want him to pin me and have me the way wolves should.
But this will do for now.
“Sofa,” I breathe against his mouth. “If you’re that worried about it.”
Asher chuckles and ghosts a kiss over my lips. “Go get the lube.”
I’m off like a shot, though I hear him kick off his shoes and the faint sound of his T-shirt hitting the carpet. When I re-emerge from my bedroom—my own T-shirt gone—Asher is standing at the back of the sofa, entirely naked.
I frown, walking closer. “What—”
He grabs me, faster than I’m expecting, and pulls me easily against him. I clutch his shoulder with my free hand. His hard cock rubs against mine through my jogging bottoms and his breath hitches.
“Going to bend you over and have you just like this,” he says, shoving one hand down the back of my joggers to give my arse a hard squeeze. “That’s what you want, isn’t it?”
