Page 73 of Obsessed Mate

“Plenty.”

“Eh, what can you do?”

I shrugged. “That’s trauma.”

“Hey, I’m not traumatized.”

“Your mother did a number on you. My ex-girlfriend and my father did a number on me.” I grinned wide. “I’m not saying it’s bad. I’m just saying it’s a common thread.”

She sat up and straddled my lap. Now this was definitely something I didn’t want to miss again. Heat poured from her center, drawing me into a languid state that practically stole my muscle control. I wrapped my arms around her wrist and held her flush to my body.

Instant arousal. It was the most palpable feeling for desire to just smack me in the gut like that. And I loved how she made it happen at the drop of a hat.

She craned her neck, showing off her mark. “See this?”

“Mmm, yes.”

“For wolves like us, this is marriage. It’s serious. Yet you did it like it was the most logical thing to do.”

I stroked the scar tissue. “I did.”

“You could have harmed me. You could have ripped my throat out. We’re animals, right? That means we have the potential to be dangerous.”

I nodded.

“But you didn’t hurt me. You marked me. You kissed me. Youclaimedme.”

“I’ll do it again every time.”

She whimpered while meeting my gaze, resting her hands on my shoulders carefully to avoid further pain. “I absolutely feel the same.”

She kissed me like she was about to die. That kind of feeling was strong enough to spark in me a great love that was bigger than any feeling I’d ever experienced. This lifetime would never see another act of sabotage from either of us.

I’d spend the rest of my life making sure of that.

Chapter 24 - Andres

I thought bliss only came in a bottle. Feelings like that were packaged, I was sure, and love was merely a combination of chemicals brought on by fantastic sex. Everything boiled down to biological processes for a good while, and I sought those things out to satisfy my needs.

But when I met Sadie, all of that changed. Her perspective, her sweetness, and her willingness to seek solutions showed me that I didn’t have to constantly jump from one stimulating experience to the next. I could find plenty of adventure in one person—it just had to be the right person.

I reviewed that very discovery as she carried a tray of soup and biscuits toward me for the third day in a row. Her hair hung long down her back and tickled the top of her bottom. Spandex yoga pants accentuated her hips while a tank top outlined her curves. She grinned while setting the tray in front of me.

“Thanks for letting me take care of you,” she said while pouring me lemonade. “Oops, looks like we might be out.”

She held up the empty pitcher with a frown.

I laughed while reaching for the bowl of soup. It smelled like creamy potatoes. “Looks like I’m going to have to get more from your mother.”

“Actually, I think she wants to stop by today.”

“Today?”

Well, it wasn’t like I had much to do. Etta forbade me from going back to work for at least a week. Four days without work already and I was itching to do something. Since my plans had been halted, I was reduced to hiding my surprise in hurried texts sent between meals and quality time.

She took the pitcher back to the kitchen and returned to sit next to me. “Is that alright? She apparently wants to bring my dad too.”

She frowned. That expression looked awful on her face when I was used to seeing her smile.

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