Page 39 of Love That Sass

Mine.

Chapter13

He almost fell getting out of the SUV, her smile was blinding and the hardness in his jeans was making it difficult to think. But the second he did manage to exit the vehicle, Weylin snarled.

The scent of urine and feces, filth and degradation surrounded them. He wanted to claim Gwendolyn as his own, but not there. Not in that awful place. He got back in the car and started the thing.

“What are you doing?” she asked, confused.

“Need you somewhere safe. Gwen. Need to take you to my den,” he growled, more Wolf than man.

She nodded, but he could scent the shame coming from her. Fuck. He was being a dick, and that was the last thing he wanted. He stopped the car at a red light, grabbed her hand, and kissed her palm.

“I’m sorry I know that place—” she started.

“Don’t you dare apologize. Brave, hardworking, loyal, humble woman. You steal my breath with your strength.”

“I thought maybe you were ashamed,” she whispered, and he heard her gasp, the soft sound breaking his heart.

“Ashamed of you? Never. My beast won’t let me claim you inside that place. Monster that he is, my Wolf wants me to burn it to the fucking ground. You’re so good, Gwen. So worthy, love, can’t you see? My animal would have me rope the moon for you if you said so,” he murmured, wiping her tears.

She laughed then and kissed his palm, and fuck, it was like lightning striking through his body. Already he felt his bond to her growing. Amazing, since they’d only ever kissed.

Oh, but she was magic, this sassy, curvy human with her warm eyes, and curly hair. Pure magic, and it thrilled him to the marrow that she was saying yes. That she trusted him with her most precious gift—herself.

He drove back in the direction of the bar, past the Pack house, to where he’d built a small cottage for himself. It was just five rooms—bedroom, bathroom, kitchen, living room, and a small closed-in porch—but he had plans to increase that should he ever find himself in need of more space.

“This is perfect,” she said, and he heard the smile in her voice before he turned to see it.

“Wait there.”

The almost full moon was low in the sky as he ran around the car to open the door. She grinned shyly as he scooped her up in his arms, loving the weight of her. Slight thing she was and always concerned about her size. Weylin shook his head. She was perfect for him, and he was going to spend every day loving on her until she believed him. Even then, he had no plans to ever stop.

Gwendolyn laced her arms around his neck, resting her cheek against his. Fuck, his breath caught in his throat as her strawberry scent grew sweet with her arousal. The woman had him hotter than a firecracker, and he was bound to go off any second if she didn’t stop pressing those sweet little kisses to his throat.

Don’t ever stop.

He walked straight through to the bedroom, dropping her gently on the coverlet atop the king-sized mattress. Gwen squeaked, and he cursed himself for being an oaf.

“Sorry,” he murmured, nerves causing him to freeze in place.

Where had all his prowess gone? Fuck. he was no green pup, and yet one look at his gorgeous,and virginal, mate sitting on his bed had Weylin at a complete fucking loss as to where to start.

“Come here,” she murmured, using the crux of her finger to lure him closer.

How was she so cool? So calm? She was the virgin here. Not him. And yet.

“Kiss me,” she whispered, cupping his cheeks, and Weylin loosed a soft growl as she pressed her mouth to his.

Virgin or not, there was no question who was in charge here, he thought, moaning as she slid her fingers beneath the hem of his shirt. Gwendolyn sat on the bed, legs splayed while he kneeled on the floor in front of her.

Fuck, she was tiny. Sweet, petite, and so damn hot.His growl was almost constant now as she lifted his shirt, with him helping to remove the confounded thing from his too hot skin. Goosebumps broke out across his sin as she ran her nails up and down his abdomen, chest, and shoulders.

“Gwen, my Gwen,” he whispered, licking intently at her lips, chin, and neck.

He cupped her breast territorially, claiming the soft flesh as his, swallowing her moan when she pressed against him. Thunder roared between his ears, and he pressed his covered cock against the apex of her thighs. Fuck, he couldn’t get close enough. He was on fire for her. Body aching, pulse racing, heart hammering, when he opened his eyes from this last kiss to see Gwen’s own molten chocolate gaze boring into his, he knew she was more than ready.

“Mine,” he growled, gripping her shirt and waiting for her brisk nod to proceed.

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