Page 39 of Claimed By Werewolf
And every time I remembered, I burned hotter.
We didn’t last ten minutes before I snapped.
He’d pulled me into the back hallway, away from the noise, with his jaw clenched and his eyes sharp.
“You stay close tonight,” he ordered.“You don’t talk to anyone you don’t want to.You don’t leave my side.You got that?”
I crossed my arms and glared.“You don’t get to bark orders at me like I’m one of your prospects.”
His eyes flashed.“You think this is a game, Demi?You think being mine means you get to strut around and pretend like none of this touches you?It touches you now.It could kill you now.”
“Then why did you do it?”My voice cracked, raw.“Why claim me at all if it just paints a target on my back?”
His jaw worked, his fists curling at his sides.“Because I didn’t have a choice.”
The words hit like a fist.
I stepped closer, fury and something hotter burning through me.“That’s bullshit.You always have a choice.”
His breath came sharp, and his eyes locked on mine like a storm about to break.“Not with you.”
The silence that followed was electric.
Then his hand shot out, grabbed my wrist, and dragged me into the nearest room.The door slammed behind us, and suddenly my back was against the wall.His chest pressed to mine, and his breath was hot and rough against my ear.
“You drive me insane,” he growled.
“Good,” I whispered.
His mouth crashed down on mine before the word was even gone.
The kiss wasn’t gentle.
I answered with everything I had: anger, hunger, grief, and need.My hands fisted in his cut, pulling him down harder, closer, deeper.
“Wolf.”My voice broke into a moan when his mouth dragged down my throat.His teeth grazed my skin, and his lips sucked a mark I’d feel for days.
“You’re mine,” he rasped against my neck.“Say it.”
“I’m—” I gasped as his hand slid up under my shirt.His calloused fingers rough against my bare skin.“I’m yours.”
The words tumbled out before I could stop them.And once they were out, I didn’t want to take them back.
Because they were true.
I was his.
We tore our clothes away, piece by piece.We were urgent and yet clumsy, just wanting any barrier gone between us.My jacket hit the floor.His shirt was yanked over his head.My shirt ripped at the seam when he got impatient.
“I need this,” he muttered against my mouth.
My hands roamed his chest over the ink and muscle hard under my palms.My nails dug in when his mouth found my breast.
“Wolf, oh, God—”
He lifted me then.Hauled me up like I weighed nothing.My legs wrapped around his waist, and my back slammed against the wall again.The impact rattled the picture frame beside us, but I didn’t care.
All I cared about was him.
